Title: Sleep Tight

Author: AnitaB

Author's notes: I own nothing from Lord of the Rings, either book or movie verse. No money is made and no infringement is intended. A lot of us Frodo/Sam shippers believe that Sam eventually follows Frodo across the sea to the green lands. Here's my version of an ordinary moment made special by company alone. Frodo/Sam romantic committed smut ahead. I am the queen.

Sleep tight

by AnitaB

Chapter one: Warm connections

He was asleep. He looked so young, so carefree when he was sleeping. It was Sam's favorite thing in all the worlds to see. And now... now he got to watch it every single night. With Frodo's full consent and permission. Even if Frodo didn't seem to understand the varied reasons why Sam so loved the view. And he got to watch it from far closer than he'd ever dreamed he'd be allowed. His precious Frodo was tucked close, resting that peaceful face and tangle of dark hair right up against his shoulder. Lean, pale arms were wrapped tight around Sam's ribs. A fabric covered thigh rested over his own, pressing the hairy top of a foot against his bare calf.

Sam adored having his Frodo this close, treasured every single inch of contact, of warmth and touch. He even loved the slight chill over his skin where Frodo's missing finger would have rested against his chest for the simple fact that the hobbit in his arms had survived. They had survived together. Now he held Frodo safe and close and would never, ever have to let him go again. The sleeping hobbit in his arms snuggled just a little closer without any hint of waking, soft lips touching the pulse racing in Sam's throat before setting into place with a little breathy sound. "My darling Frodo. I've got you, love. You're home and safe and mine. Sleep."

A soft burst of laughter rushed air over his collarbone. So much for a sleeping Frodo. "That's easier to do, my silly Samwise, when you're not staring at me." The warmth of that smooth cheek left his skin, but those beautiful blue eyes met his in trade. "What's keeping you from your rest?"

There was concern and a little confusion in his favorite eyes. The sleepy tangle of that dark hair called out to his fingers and Sam didn't even try to resist, carding all five fingers into those curls before leading his Frodo down for a soft and simple kiss. Maybe this was his favorite thing now. The absolute freedom to reach for Frodo. To touch and taste and kiss him. To watch every pleasure one body could give to another flow over that precious face. To hold him and love him in every possible way.

To feel, down to the depths of his heart and the marrow of his bones, just how much Frodo wanted this closeness, this connection between them. It was almost as much as Sam himself wanted it, needed it. Those lips opened against his own with a sweet little sigh. That body pressed close and warm as that sweet tongue asked for something Sam always wanted to give: access.

"Hmm, Frodo," Sam angled Frodo's head by the grip of his fingers in that dark hair, plunging his tongue into the warm depths of that sweet mouth to meet each thrust and twist of Frodo's. It was heaven, and so perfect, and everything Sam always needed.

And it wasn't enough. It wasn't ever enough. And Frodo seemed to agree. Lean limbs shifted against his as Frodo straddled his waist and angled for an even deeper kiss. Thin, warm fingers slid deep into Sam's hair as Frodo cupped his head in both hands and went about kissing Sam's brain right out of his skull. It left Sam's body in control. And that, well that part of Sam knew exactly what he wanted right now. What he always wanted, needed with every ounce of his blood and every inch of his skin. /Frodo, please, love. I want...\\

This. Always this. Sam smiled into the needy sound on Frodo's lips. He wrapped both arms tight, so tight around lean ribs, pulling Frodo flush against his skin. Then he found himself laying between strong thighs and pinning his Frodo to their sheets with a kiss and the slide of eager hands along smooth, hot skin. Lean arms held him tight as a slim body arched and trembled beneath his. Sam wanted that trembling to grow. He wanted to make his Frodo shatter around him, to arch and shake, and cling. To call out his name. And after months learning every possible thing he could make his darling Frodo feel... Sam knew just what to do. It was difficult to give up the sweet warmth of Frodo's mouth, but necessary. Sam pulled back from those lips to plant a line of warm kisses down the arched line of that throat. "Sam, please..."

/Yes, Frodo, show me what you want. I'll give you everything.\\ Feeling those hands tangle in his hair, Sam continued the line of kisses across a shoulder to draw the flat of his tongue over the old edge of the scar from Weather-top. The skin was still cold sometimes and the heat Sam adored over it pulled the most delightful of shivers from Frodo's back, and the tightening of arms around his back. "Sam... there, you're... so warm."

It was Sam's job and delight to heat up his Frodo, especially since it was for him that Frodo had started sleeping in less fabric so that he had better access to warm every inch of that pale skin. "Show me, Frodo, show me how you want it this time. Help me make you feel good." One more lick for effect later, Sam smiled against the pounding of Frodo's heart before wrapping adoring lips around each sensitive peak in turn. There was nothing he adored more than the rocking of Frodo's hips up against him and the sounds on those sweet lips. The guidance of strong fingers in his hair and on his skin just caused shivering running up and down his own back, leading Frodo's Sam to cling to the long, lean muscles of Frodo's body.

"Oh, please, Sam. My sweet, strong Sam."

/That's it, my Frodo, feel this much for me, because of me.\\

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