A/N: So, I wrote this and... yeah. I've never done anything like this before. I wasn't sure what to rate it. Some of you might consider it the upper end of T, some might think it's completely innocent. I don't really care for this one-shot, but I felt like I needed to publish something since I'm having so much trouble with "I Would Not Kiss Him."
It was late, so very late, but Sam lay awake looking into his wife's eyes. He touched her gently, softly, lovingly. It was like she was the flower of her name, and he did not want to let his fingers linger too long lest they taint the natural beauty of the precious thing. She wanted that touch though, and she let him know it by snuggling close to him. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed noses with her.
Rose was spent, he knew. They had thoroughly exhausted each other tonight, and now it was time for sleeping. But how could he? Thoughts of her beautiful face kept invading his mind, and then he just had to look at her, because seeing her looking at him with such love and devotion was so much better than imagining it.
He had made her scream tonight. He hadn't meant to. He had yelled as well, forgetting his master was just down the hall. For once though, Sam did not care. He did not care that his master's sleep might have been interrupted because his wife, his precious Rosie, had screamed his name. She had cried out in a way that was totally unique to her, and meant that she had been brought to the heights of pleasure she did not know she could reach. He had brought her to absolute ecstasy tonight. She had clung to him, deliriously happy, and said his name over and over again, and that caused him to reach his peak. There had been a time when he would have never dared to even imagine her calling his name like that, because of that. Now though, he did not have to imagine. He only had to remember.
He watched as her eyes fluttered closed a moment before they opened again.
"Samwise," she whispered, her breath tickling his face. "I love you, so, so much."
He smiled, and pulled her even tighter against himself, and held her as she drifted off to sleep. He had never told her, but there had always been a little part of him that had been afraid that one night, during one of these nights, she would call another's name. He had heard tell of a lad whose wife had been having an affair, and he found out when she said, not her husband's name, but the name of the other lad. Rosie was faithful to him, though, and he knew it. He knew that she loved him, and he trusted her, just as she trusted him. He knew in his heart that there was no reason for him to fear another's name coming from those sweet lips, but his head… the part of him that still doubted that she could really love him sometimes told him differently. That nagging voice that always said,
She settled for you. She could have had better, but she settled for you.
He never wanted her to have to settle for anything. She deserved the best, and he wanted to give her the best of everything that he could. She had not settled though, she had chosen to marry him because it was what she wanted. She had wanted to make him happy because she loved him, just as he wanted to make her happy because he loved her. He had made her happy tonight, and knowing that brought a smile to his face. He made her happy. And she had screamed his name, and he knew it would never be another's name. It would always be his.