"I love him" Pippin screamed, Frodo leaned on the door frame watching Pippin pummel the pillow "why doesn't he love me?" Pippin asked suddenly looking up at Frodo with big sad eyes, Frodo sighed and went to sit down beside Pippin.
"I don't know love" he whispered brushing a lose curl behind Pippin's ear, Pippin wrinkled his nose and Frodo felt his heart flutter.
"Do you love me Frodo?" Pippin asked suddenly, looking searchingly into Frodo (beautiful, gorgeous, f**king amazing) blue eyes, Frodo swallowed and ran a hand over Pippin's tear stained cheek.
"I do!" he whispered a blush rising to his cheeks.
"Prove it" Pippin breathed planting him self in Frodo's lap, Frodo kissed in softly marvelling at the little mewing sound Pippin made in the back of his throat, Frodo deepened the kiss laying Pippin back on the bed.
Pippin closed his mind as the pleasure over took his body and thought of Merry.
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Miles away Merry sat bolt upright in bed.
He'd never had such a horrid dream, Pippin and Frodo?
He turned over trying to sleep but the image kept running though his head.
Tomorrow he would go and apologise to Pippin.
