~*~*~ A/N: All right. I'm too lazy to change the Rating of the entire fic, but this Chapter ( and this chapter only! ) is rated RRRRRR! Yes, R! It has sexual content, so if you're against that, please do not read this, as you will be offended by it. Thank you and g'night! *giggle* By the way, this chapter is obscenely long, it's because I wanted to get all the sex out of the way. lol. *~*~*~
Marigold ran into an empty tent, sitting down quickly. With a sigh, a flood of tears escaped her eyes. She sat, crying and wondering how Pippin would do such a thing.
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"What happened?" asked Violet as she returned, seeing Merry trying to console a crying Pippin. Merry quickly explained what happened, and Violet clenched her fists.
"That Diamond," she growled, and turned, seeing the girl standing by the ale kegs and desserts. "Excuse me."
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Pippin sniffled, looking up at Merry. "What am I to do, cousin?"
"Go find her," suggested Merry, patting Pip on the back. "Tell her what happened; she'll believe you."
"But what if she doesn't?!"
"Shush, now, Pip, and just go find her."
Pippin nodded and, wiping his reddened cheeks, stood and set off in the direction Marigold had run off to.
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"Diamond," said Violet testily, and glared at the girl as she turned.
"Well, Violet Banks. Lovely dress," Diamond laughed, seeing the large purple stain across the cloth.
"There are several names I *could* call you," said Violet with a sneer, "but none of them would quite describe your disgusting vileness."
Diamond glared back at Violet. "You will regret that."
"Will I?" asked Violet and, with a grunt, pushed Diamond backwards into a large frosted cake, complete with berries of all sorts.
Violet nearly doubled over laughing as Diamond stood, brushing frosting and cake off herself, completely covered in the desert.
"What did you say about me regretting that, hm?" asked Violet, and laughed more as Diamond attempted to take a step forward, instead tripping and falling face-first back into the cake. About them, Hobbits of all ages laughed, pointing at Diamond of Longcleeve in their dessert.
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Pippin peeked his head into a tent, and saw Marigold sitting there, crying still.
"Oh Marigold," he said softly, but Marigold turned away from him. "Marigold, please, listen to me."
"Was that the big surprise you had planned?" she asked hotly. "I must say, I was surprised."
"Marigold, I did not kiss Diamond, she took me and kissed me. It was not my fault! She and her friend Daisy were probably planning that for weeks!"
Marigold sighed, looking down. "I s'pose that makes sense."
"Of course it does," said Pippin, sitting beside her and throwing an arm about her shoulders. "Why would I kiss anyone else? I.. I love you."
Marigold's eyes widened, and she turned, looking up at Pippin. "You.. you do?"
Pippin smiled, then laughed. "Of course I do."
Marigold grinned, and reached up, cupping Pippin's face in her hands. "I love you," she said slowly and softly, then leaned forward, kissing him gently.
Soon, their soft sweet kiss turned passionate, as Marigold inched closer, running her hands up and down over Pippin's chest. Pippin wrapped his arms around Marigold's waist, pulling her closer to him, needing her closer.
Gently, their kiss broke, and Pippin leaned his forehead against hers.
"Are we going to...?" he asked, and was silenced by Marigold, who kissed him again, the force of it nearly driving him backwards. With a smile, she broke it once more, and licked Pip's ear, inducing a low groan from the young Hobbit.
"Oh Marigold," he muttered as she licked and kissed his neck, and then laughed as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Finally, she got the hang of it and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, kissing and licking at his chest, admiring the "happy trail" of hair that led down his chest. Pippin grunted as she pushed him backward, until he was lying on the bench. She slowly and teasingly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and off, leaving Pip there only in his britches. He began to blush profusely, and Marigold sat up, raising her eyebrows.
"Do you wish me to stop?" she asked, and almost laughed as Pippin shook his head quickly.
"No!"
Marigold smiled, and ran a hand teasingly along the tent in his underpants.
"Are you certain?"
Pippin could not respond, his lips parting in pleasure. Marigold reached beneath his britches, gently touching him there. He moaned loudly, his eyes growing wide. It was the first time ever he had been touched, and he found it surprisingly wonderful.
Marigold began to pull his britches off, but he stopped her, a grin on his face. "Let me see some of you, first, then." Marigold smiled, and nodded. Pip stood up, crossing to the back of her and sitting. He began to fumble with the laces on her dress.
"How do you work this thing?" he asked, and Marigold laughed.
"Untie the bow, then just unlace it," she explained, and felt her dress become loose as Pippin untied her. Gently, he ran his hands up her back, and she almost shivered, leaning back against his touch.
She turned around, and he ran his hands against her neck, slowly pulling her dress down, little by little. A look of awe crossed his face as he saw her firm breasts. He ran a soft hand over them, and she moaned a response, closing her eyes.
"Wow," murmured Pippin, cupping her gently in his hands. "You are simply ravishing."
Marigold looked up at him, swallowing thickly. "Stop talking, would you, and make love to me already?"
Pippin's eyes widened, and he nodded, as she lay back on the bench, slipping out of her dress and her britches. He removed the last of his clothing and, settling himself betwixt her legs, gently guided himself into her.
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Merry ran up to Violet, and the two laughed over Diamond.
"Where are Pippin and Marigold?" asked Violet, after their laughing had died down. Merry shrugged.
"I told Pippin to go find her. What do you suppose they're doing, it's been nearly half an hour."
Violet raised her eyebrows. It was quite a mystery. Shrugging herself, she grabbed Merry's hand, and led him back to the table.
"I think I ought to kiss you," he said with a soft grin, and Violet nodded in response. Leaning down, he placed his lips against hers, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed against each other, and Violet could feel Merry's sense of need heighten as she felt a certain hardness against her leg.
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"Pip!" Marigold cried as he pushed in again, for the last time. He cried out as well, feeling himself empty. Marigold's eyes fluttered, and Pippin fell gently atop of her, in exhaust.
"Wow," he murmured, breathless, then eased himself out of her, sitting up.
Marigold was simply speechless. Something that truly wondrous; she did not think it was possible.
"I love you," Pippin repeated as he looked down at her. Smiling, she opened her eyes, looking up at him.
"Oh, I love you more than the world!" she cried, and they laughed together, and got one another dressed.
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Violet and Merry quietly stole off toward an empty place. Finally, they ducked behind a tent, and kissed each other hungrily. Violet pushed Merry against a tent pole, and knelt before him, quickly taking down his pants.
"Oh," Merry murmured, as she licked him gently. He threw his head back, in rapt pleasure, as she took him into her mouth, sucking at his most sensitive of areas.
It did not take much of Violet's talented suckling until Merry cried out, spasming into her mouth. She swallowed, and licked him once more, then stood, a grin upon her face.
"Oh my," he muttered, and she smiled, starting off back toward the party. "No, no, not so fast," he said, and grinned as he gently pressed her against the same pole he was just leaning on. "Let me return the favor.
Violet looked down as he knelt, then disappeared under her dress. A moment later, she felt him push aside her britches, and something enter her.
"Merry!" she exclaimed, as he flicked his tongue against the most sensitive spot on the female anatomy.
Minutes later, her shouts, moans, and calls were projected throughout the party feild as she, too, found intense pleasure.
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Pippin and Marigold journeyed from the tent, hand in hand. They both held that certain glow. Frodo Baggins regarded his friend with a smirk, and went back to talking to Samwise Gamgee.
"Where are your sister and my cousin?" asked Pippin, as the two reached their table glancing about.
"I'm not sure," said Marigold, squeezing his hand with a smile. "But if they're as lucky as we are, they're sure to be having fun."
~*~*~* A/N: HOBBITSGASM! *~*~*~
Marigold ran into an empty tent, sitting down quickly. With a sigh, a flood of tears escaped her eyes. She sat, crying and wondering how Pippin would do such a thing.
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"What happened?" asked Violet as she returned, seeing Merry trying to console a crying Pippin. Merry quickly explained what happened, and Violet clenched her fists.
"That Diamond," she growled, and turned, seeing the girl standing by the ale kegs and desserts. "Excuse me."
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Pippin sniffled, looking up at Merry. "What am I to do, cousin?"
"Go find her," suggested Merry, patting Pip on the back. "Tell her what happened; she'll believe you."
"But what if she doesn't?!"
"Shush, now, Pip, and just go find her."
Pippin nodded and, wiping his reddened cheeks, stood and set off in the direction Marigold had run off to.
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"Diamond," said Violet testily, and glared at the girl as she turned.
"Well, Violet Banks. Lovely dress," Diamond laughed, seeing the large purple stain across the cloth.
"There are several names I *could* call you," said Violet with a sneer, "but none of them would quite describe your disgusting vileness."
Diamond glared back at Violet. "You will regret that."
"Will I?" asked Violet and, with a grunt, pushed Diamond backwards into a large frosted cake, complete with berries of all sorts.
Violet nearly doubled over laughing as Diamond stood, brushing frosting and cake off herself, completely covered in the desert.
"What did you say about me regretting that, hm?" asked Violet, and laughed more as Diamond attempted to take a step forward, instead tripping and falling face-first back into the cake. About them, Hobbits of all ages laughed, pointing at Diamond of Longcleeve in their dessert.
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Pippin peeked his head into a tent, and saw Marigold sitting there, crying still.
"Oh Marigold," he said softly, but Marigold turned away from him. "Marigold, please, listen to me."
"Was that the big surprise you had planned?" she asked hotly. "I must say, I was surprised."
"Marigold, I did not kiss Diamond, she took me and kissed me. It was not my fault! She and her friend Daisy were probably planning that for weeks!"
Marigold sighed, looking down. "I s'pose that makes sense."
"Of course it does," said Pippin, sitting beside her and throwing an arm about her shoulders. "Why would I kiss anyone else? I.. I love you."
Marigold's eyes widened, and she turned, looking up at Pippin. "You.. you do?"
Pippin smiled, then laughed. "Of course I do."
Marigold grinned, and reached up, cupping Pippin's face in her hands. "I love you," she said slowly and softly, then leaned forward, kissing him gently.
Soon, their soft sweet kiss turned passionate, as Marigold inched closer, running her hands up and down over Pippin's chest. Pippin wrapped his arms around Marigold's waist, pulling her closer to him, needing her closer.
Gently, their kiss broke, and Pippin leaned his forehead against hers.
"Are we going to...?" he asked, and was silenced by Marigold, who kissed him again, the force of it nearly driving him backwards. With a smile, she broke it once more, and licked Pip's ear, inducing a low groan from the young Hobbit.
"Oh Marigold," he muttered as she licked and kissed his neck, and then laughed as she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Finally, she got the hang of it and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, kissing and licking at his chest, admiring the "happy trail" of hair that led down his chest. Pippin grunted as she pushed him backward, until he was lying on the bench. She slowly and teasingly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and off, leaving Pip there only in his britches. He began to blush profusely, and Marigold sat up, raising her eyebrows.
"Do you wish me to stop?" she asked, and almost laughed as Pippin shook his head quickly.
"No!"
Marigold smiled, and ran a hand teasingly along the tent in his underpants.
"Are you certain?"
Pippin could not respond, his lips parting in pleasure. Marigold reached beneath his britches, gently touching him there. He moaned loudly, his eyes growing wide. It was the first time ever he had been touched, and he found it surprisingly wonderful.
Marigold began to pull his britches off, but he stopped her, a grin on his face. "Let me see some of you, first, then." Marigold smiled, and nodded. Pip stood up, crossing to the back of her and sitting. He began to fumble with the laces on her dress.
"How do you work this thing?" he asked, and Marigold laughed.
"Untie the bow, then just unlace it," she explained, and felt her dress become loose as Pippin untied her. Gently, he ran his hands up her back, and she almost shivered, leaning back against his touch.
She turned around, and he ran his hands against her neck, slowly pulling her dress down, little by little. A look of awe crossed his face as he saw her firm breasts. He ran a soft hand over them, and she moaned a response, closing her eyes.
"Wow," murmured Pippin, cupping her gently in his hands. "You are simply ravishing."
Marigold looked up at him, swallowing thickly. "Stop talking, would you, and make love to me already?"
Pippin's eyes widened, and he nodded, as she lay back on the bench, slipping out of her dress and her britches. He removed the last of his clothing and, settling himself betwixt her legs, gently guided himself into her.
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Merry ran up to Violet, and the two laughed over Diamond.
"Where are Pippin and Marigold?" asked Violet, after their laughing had died down. Merry shrugged.
"I told Pippin to go find her. What do you suppose they're doing, it's been nearly half an hour."
Violet raised her eyebrows. It was quite a mystery. Shrugging herself, she grabbed Merry's hand, and led him back to the table.
"I think I ought to kiss you," he said with a soft grin, and Violet nodded in response. Leaning down, he placed his lips against hers, and wrapped his arms around her waist. She, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed against each other, and Violet could feel Merry's sense of need heighten as she felt a certain hardness against her leg.
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"Pip!" Marigold cried as he pushed in again, for the last time. He cried out as well, feeling himself empty. Marigold's eyes fluttered, and Pippin fell gently atop of her, in exhaust.
"Wow," he murmured, breathless, then eased himself out of her, sitting up.
Marigold was simply speechless. Something that truly wondrous; she did not think it was possible.
"I love you," Pippin repeated as he looked down at her. Smiling, she opened her eyes, looking up at him.
"Oh, I love you more than the world!" she cried, and they laughed together, and got one another dressed.
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Violet and Merry quietly stole off toward an empty place. Finally, they ducked behind a tent, and kissed each other hungrily. Violet pushed Merry against a tent pole, and knelt before him, quickly taking down his pants.
"Oh," Merry murmured, as she licked him gently. He threw his head back, in rapt pleasure, as she took him into her mouth, sucking at his most sensitive of areas.
It did not take much of Violet's talented suckling until Merry cried out, spasming into her mouth. She swallowed, and licked him once more, then stood, a grin upon her face.
"Oh my," he muttered, and she smiled, starting off back toward the party. "No, no, not so fast," he said, and grinned as he gently pressed her against the same pole he was just leaning on. "Let me return the favor.
Violet looked down as he knelt, then disappeared under her dress. A moment later, she felt him push aside her britches, and something enter her.
"Merry!" she exclaimed, as he flicked his tongue against the most sensitive spot on the female anatomy.
Minutes later, her shouts, moans, and calls were projected throughout the party feild as she, too, found intense pleasure.
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Pippin and Marigold journeyed from the tent, hand in hand. They both held that certain glow. Frodo Baggins regarded his friend with a smirk, and went back to talking to Samwise Gamgee.
"Where are your sister and my cousin?" asked Pippin, as the two reached their table glancing about.
"I'm not sure," said Marigold, squeezing his hand with a smile. "But if they're as lucky as we are, they're sure to be having fun."
~*~*~* A/N: HOBBITSGASM! *~*~*~