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Note: I triumphantly return! Or, not really, just kinda quietly return with another slashy story. Thank Eru that summer is here, I have not had time to write anything in months! I rather like this one, so hopefully you all do too. As usual, there's nothing explicit, but it is slash, so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read.
"You Drive Me To Distraction"
"Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain…" Merry sang softly to himself as he went about his daily tasks. He smirked to himself as he passed the rumpled bed, remembering the former night's escapades. Pippin had disappeared before he had woken up this morning, obviously up to some sort of mischief. Only an evil plan of sorts would draw that Took from beneath the covers before 11 am.
Merry continued to smile to himself as he stuffed his previously discarded clothes back into his wardrobe, not bothering to notice the pile of crumpled clothes already resting on the bottom.
With an air of regret, Merry started to make the bed. He couldn't help but feel as though he was destroying some wonderful memory as he smoothed out the wrinkles and collected the pillows that had been flung across the room in a passionate fury.
Merry was more and more frequently retreating to the memories of nights spent with Pippin, and in turn those nights were becoming more and more common place. It seemed that they just couldn't stay away from each other.
Once again, Merry's mind was wandering, snippets flying through his memory in rapid-fire mode. Merry allowed himself to be lost for a while in this ecstasy of nights long since gone, falling heavily on the freshly made bed in order to day dream.
Merry lay for a few moments, his feet dangling haphazardly over the side of the bed. He sighed deeply and was preparing himself to once again go about his chores (only to again be distracted by thoughts of him) when something from under the bed seized his leg and gave a sharp pull. Merry flew from his comfortable position on top of the bed to one not so pleasing under it. And face to face he came with a mop of curls and green eyes that were dancing oh so devilishly to high pitched laughter.
"YOU!" Merry cried.
"Surprise!" said Pippin between his giggles, "Trying to hide the evidence of last night? You know that your efforts are futile, don't you?"
"How are they futile? I seemed to have cleaned up the place pretty nicely if I don't say so myself!"
Pippin's eyes continued to smile, "They're futile because within the next 4 seconds I will set in motion a chain of events that will leave it in worse shape than it was to begin with!"
And with that, Pippin lunged forward and planted a violent kiss on Merry's lips.
"I should have known…" thought Merry to himself as he dragged Pippin out from under the bed to better return his affections.
