Working Up the Nerve
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Note: I'm not sure how I should talk about this one. As usual, one shot, ficlet, slashy slashy slash. Not explicit and fluffy as a kitten. All I can really say is that I wish I could be as gutsy as Pippin.
They were right there, less than a foot away. How could he be such a coward! They moved, "Pip? Are you okay?"
Pippin shook out of his trance. "Yeah, sorry Merry."
Merry started talking again, but soon enough Pippin was lost in his own thoughts. He stared hard at Merry's lips, not seeing what they were saying. They were slightly chapped and they just looked so soft…
Merry finished his story, which Pippin heard none of, and leaned forward, resting his head on the table in front of them. He sighed, "And so, that is why I'm so tired today."
"Mmm?" Pippin made the obligatory sound of sympathy and started absentmindedly running the tips of his fingers over Merry's back. They skated over the fabric and Merry sighed once again. This sort of behavior was not uncommon, the two close friends always being there for each other, but this time Pippin's mind was not exactly thinking about innocent condolences.
Merry raised himself up again, "Hey, Pip?"
"Hmmm?" Pippin paused for a moment, staring at Merry intently, before simply crying, "Oh, Hell!" and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. It was so sweet Pippin could hardly stand it. His chest constricted painfully the moment he found himself pulling away.
They gawked at each other, both in shock. "Wow…" Merry trailed off. Pippin continued to stare, looking for some indication of how he should act. Merry didn't give him more than two seconds to consider the options before jumping on him to return the favor.