Frodo awoke to the sun dancing on his eyelids. It wasn't all that early in the morning, but Frodo had forgotten to pull the blinds over his windows.
Frodo wasn't really interested in the brightness of his room anyway; he was more interested in who was in it. Beside himself, his gardener was still asleep. Frodo smiled, wanting to wake him up, but not wanting to disrupt his sleep.
Frodo gently touched his blond curls. Then, his hand slowly traced his temple, over his eye and to his slightly parted lips. Those lips. Frodo smiled to himself. The lips were the near opposite of their owner. They were adventurous, daring and willing to go anywhere and everywhere. They had explored every inch of his master.
Frodo then traced Sam's chin, then down to his neck and if he wasn't mistaken- yes. Right there, a red patch where his neck met his shoulder Frodo had left there. Frodo went farther, exploring his chest, then circled his nipple. Frodo's fingers went lower and traced his bellybutton and then to his dark blond hairline. Frodo gently went further, but Sam's eyes fluttered open.
Frodo smiled at the look of sheer delight on Sam's face, waking up to Frodo. Sam simply stared at Frodo, trying to say something, but words never came out of him.
"Good morning, Sam," Frodo smiled, "has the cat got your tongue?"
"Yes sir...I mean...no sir." Sam looked confused at his statement.
Frodo laughed and kissed his cheek, then sat up. "Shall I make breakfast?" Frodo got up to leave, but Sam grabbed his wrist.
"No...at least, not yet," Sam said.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Frodo asked.
"Lie down," Sam ordered.
Frodo sighed. It was too early for such things, but he obeyed. Frodo laid on his back, resting his head on the pillows and waiting for his next orders, but Sam didn't give him any. Instead, Sam quickly slid next to Frodo and wrapped his arms around his torso and put his head on his shoulder. "I just wanna lie here...with you."
There was no doubt Sam was the cutest hobbit in all of the Shire. Frodo smiled and put his arms around Sam, gently putting his fingers through his blond hair. "As you wish, Sam." Frodo lowered his head to kiss Sam's cheek. "As you wish."
