This is our first posted fanfic on this site. We are BuBe Fenwon. Hello, and welcome to our world.
This fanfiction is set in the Lord of the Rings universe. All characters are property of Tolkien and used without permission, because we are naughty indeed.
R&R if you feel so inclined!
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"Twin Blossoms on a Single Branch"
by BuBe Fenwon
A warm, gentle breeze playfully tugged at Frodo's thick curls as he released a contented sigh. Leaning his head back ever so lightly against the rocky border of the warm spring he was emerged in, Frodo cast his gaze towards the sky. Large, billowy clouds rolled by on the wind and seemed intent on luring the hobbit to sleep; he pulled his gaze away from them and brought his attention back to the water.
His luminous blue eyes widened coyly as a grin overtook his face. Frodo gazed fondly at the other occupant of the pool before him.
Flashbacks of the previous hours entered his mind. He could imagine the expression on his own face, startled and confused at the first tentative stroke of his cheek, alarmed as the first contact of skin on skin seemed to bring his blood to a rapid boil. Suddenly had it begun but slowly did it carry out, a few questioning touches, an unspoken confirmation, then a warm unabashed embrace.
Frodo's very toes tingled in memory of the sensations that ran throughout his body. The hands stroking, cupping, and oh-so-softly caressing every inch of his being with curious delight; the unexpectedly warm mouth tracing an invisible trail up his skin, leaving certain parts gleaming along its fiery path. The silken tongue darting in and about those unspeakable but readily willing places-
Frodo bit down on his lip, recalling his own voice calling out in ecstasy, deep and nearly unrecognizable with bliss. His mind had been overcome with the explosion of pleasure wrought on his body, and he had fainted. momentarily drifting into darkness until his lids once again lifted to see those blue orbs staring into his own.
A thorough flush now creeping over his body, Frodo again caught the gaze of those piercing eyes, so unlike yet so similar to his own. An ironically shy smile was offered, and Frodo fought back a chuckle as he searched for the rights words to say.
"This has truly been...a most remarkable afternoon" he breathed.
A lazy nod was his answer; a sheepish grin was offered to him almost with an air of anticipation and Frodo exhaled.
"Though...the sun is still far from setting and a good deal of time remains for us to..do what we wish..."
Frodo's foot darted deftly out in the water until it made contact with soft skin; he twirled it in a circular caress as recognition dawned on the face before him.
With almost alarming enthusiasm, his companion's head dove below the surface, a loud, surprised giggle escaping Frodo's lips.
His laughter soon turned to soft moans, and once again Frodo turned his gaze to the sky with lazy delight.
"And to think, Smeagol, that I almost let Sam persuade me to desert you."
A few bubbles emerged on the water as a deep swallowing noise could be heard in the depths...gollum gollum.
Frodo giggled again and reached his hands down to the back of Smeagol's head, rubbing it reassuringly.
The End.
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This fanfiction is set in the Lord of the Rings universe. All characters are property of Tolkien and used without permission, because we are naughty indeed.
R&R if you feel so inclined!
*************
"Twin Blossoms on a Single Branch"
by BuBe Fenwon
A warm, gentle breeze playfully tugged at Frodo's thick curls as he released a contented sigh. Leaning his head back ever so lightly against the rocky border of the warm spring he was emerged in, Frodo cast his gaze towards the sky. Large, billowy clouds rolled by on the wind and seemed intent on luring the hobbit to sleep; he pulled his gaze away from them and brought his attention back to the water.
His luminous blue eyes widened coyly as a grin overtook his face. Frodo gazed fondly at the other occupant of the pool before him.
Flashbacks of the previous hours entered his mind. He could imagine the expression on his own face, startled and confused at the first tentative stroke of his cheek, alarmed as the first contact of skin on skin seemed to bring his blood to a rapid boil. Suddenly had it begun but slowly did it carry out, a few questioning touches, an unspoken confirmation, then a warm unabashed embrace.
Frodo's very toes tingled in memory of the sensations that ran throughout his body. The hands stroking, cupping, and oh-so-softly caressing every inch of his being with curious delight; the unexpectedly warm mouth tracing an invisible trail up his skin, leaving certain parts gleaming along its fiery path. The silken tongue darting in and about those unspeakable but readily willing places-
Frodo bit down on his lip, recalling his own voice calling out in ecstasy, deep and nearly unrecognizable with bliss. His mind had been overcome with the explosion of pleasure wrought on his body, and he had fainted. momentarily drifting into darkness until his lids once again lifted to see those blue orbs staring into his own.
A thorough flush now creeping over his body, Frodo again caught the gaze of those piercing eyes, so unlike yet so similar to his own. An ironically shy smile was offered, and Frodo fought back a chuckle as he searched for the rights words to say.
"This has truly been...a most remarkable afternoon" he breathed.
A lazy nod was his answer; a sheepish grin was offered to him almost with an air of anticipation and Frodo exhaled.
"Though...the sun is still far from setting and a good deal of time remains for us to..do what we wish..."
Frodo's foot darted deftly out in the water until it made contact with soft skin; he twirled it in a circular caress as recognition dawned on the face before him.
With almost alarming enthusiasm, his companion's head dove below the surface, a loud, surprised giggle escaping Frodo's lips.
His laughter soon turned to soft moans, and once again Frodo turned his gaze to the sky with lazy delight.
"And to think, Smeagol, that I almost let Sam persuade me to desert you."
A few bubbles emerged on the water as a deep swallowing noise could be heard in the depths...gollum gollum.
Frodo giggled again and reached his hands down to the back of Smeagol's head, rubbing it reassuringly.
The End.
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