Title: Touch

Author: Tiamat's Child

Rating: PG-13

E-Mail: tiamats_child@yahoo.com

Characters: Rosie/Sam/Frodo

Genre: Err... Romance? Maybe?

Disclaimer: I lay no claim to them. None. Nope.

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Summary: It's amazing how well you can know someone…

Touch

Frodo can always tell Rosie and Sam's hands apart.

Rosie's touch is sure and sweet and nimble, sending sparks up Frodo's neck and fingers, closing his eyes in joy. Sometimes she decides to tickle, and then he laughs and laughs, pretending to try to squirm away. Rosie's touch is cinnamon and sunshine, and spring.

Sam's touch is strong and awed and gentle as autumn mist, making Frodo tremble and cling, desperate for his care and love. Sometimes Sam's calluses catch on skin, and Frodo will gasp, reminded of comfort against the flames. Sam's touch is summer earth and warmth on winter nights and help where there can be none.

Oh yes, Frodo can always tell who's touching him. It's only that, sometimes, he forgets to care.