Title: Beyond Belief
Disclaimer: They're Tolkien's, not mine. :)
Warnings: F/S
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Pull back the shield between us, and I'll kiss you.
Drop your defenses and come into my arms.
I'm all for believing.
Frodo was soft, softer than he had ever imagined. That dark, unruly hair slid through his fingers effortlessly. And his skin, oh, his skin was of the finest ivory silk, cool and satisfying to the touch. Lips like velvet met his with a surprising hunger, and strong fingers struggled with his shirt buttons in a barely restrained urgency. If Frodo had not been pinning him against the wall, he would be a boneless heap on the floor at the moment. Well, almost boneless.
To think, all of this had been but a dream of tangled sheets and dizzying desire in his lonely bed the night before. A shiver ran down his spine at the very thought.
But here he was now, standing half-clothed in the hallway of Bag End, tugging a shirt off of the shoulders of the Master of Bag End, of all people. He was fairly certain that this would be one of the rare occasions when his Gaffer would actually be rendered speechless at the knowledge of what his son was mixing himself up in. But thank dear, sweet Eru that his Gaffer was not there to see this.
That very idea in his mind's eye was rather unappealing at the moment, though, so he pushed it as far back as his fumbling senses could manage. Just in time, too, as Frodo seemed to turn all of his attention suddenly to his breeches, which were simply not coming unbuttoned.
"Oh for the love of all - Sam, I'm going to rip these ruddy things off of you if you don't help me."
And to think, just the night before Sam hadn't even dared to hope.
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Lyrics at the beginning are from Missy Higgin's "All For Believing." Thanks for reading.