He sighed a little, clearly happy in being where he was and in such a peaceful place. Sam sighed too, and brought himself up so that his face was right near Frodo's neck. Frodo shivered just a little, as Sam's breath was light and rather cool. It was an odd sensation, but not unpleasant.
Sam smiled, and brought his hand once more to stroke Frodo's cheek softly. Frodo's eyes immediately shut, contented and completely safe and warm with Sam surrounding him. He felt Sam's lips brush against his neck in a featherlight kiss. Frodo's breath seemed to catch in his throat for a moment, and he breathed deep and slowly, through his lips that seemed to hsve parted when he gasped slightly. Sensation indeed, Frodo thought briefly. But it seemed to remain, as Sam moved so that his breath was moving slowly towards Frodo's face. His hand never left Frodo's cheek, but remained, in a soft stroking movement. Frodo moaned only slightly when Sam's lips brushed his cheek softly. They seemed to be questing...moving to find a place they could land that would bring him peace. Frodo's breath caught again, and he breathed out the word, "Sam...," before his words were lost. Sam's lips found his own, and became intermingled with him. Definitely not unpleasant, Frodo thought before all his thoughts left him.
It was a long kiss, and reached them both to the very fiber of their toes. Sam's tounge found its way into Frodo's mouth, and he marveled at the sensation of drinking honey. He quested further into it, and found the sensation overwhelming to his senses. It was the most amazing feeling he had ever known, and he didn't want it to end. Not ever. And when Frodo's arms wrapped around him, touching his hair softly, it seemed to Sam that Frodo never wanted it to as well. It seemed almost desperate not to end, as if they couldn't get enough of that simple kiss. But it was simple no longer. Neither could explain it, nor did they try. It just was.
Frodo had answered the question that Sam had not asked aloud. He tasted Sam and knew there could be no other who tasted like that. It was Sam. Like flowers, and earth, and garden, and sunshine, all into one. It was a marvelous feeling...more overwhelming than anything Frodo had ever felt before in his life. He felt completely whole with Sam there so close. No longer alone...no longer apart.
Sam smiled, and brought his hand once more to stroke Frodo's cheek softly. Frodo's eyes immediately shut, contented and completely safe and warm with Sam surrounding him. He felt Sam's lips brush against his neck in a featherlight kiss. Frodo's breath seemed to catch in his throat for a moment, and he breathed deep and slowly, through his lips that seemed to hsve parted when he gasped slightly. Sensation indeed, Frodo thought briefly. But it seemed to remain, as Sam moved so that his breath was moving slowly towards Frodo's face. His hand never left Frodo's cheek, but remained, in a soft stroking movement. Frodo moaned only slightly when Sam's lips brushed his cheek softly. They seemed to be questing...moving to find a place they could land that would bring him peace. Frodo's breath caught again, and he breathed out the word, "Sam...," before his words were lost. Sam's lips found his own, and became intermingled with him. Definitely not unpleasant, Frodo thought before all his thoughts left him.
It was a long kiss, and reached them both to the very fiber of their toes. Sam's tounge found its way into Frodo's mouth, and he marveled at the sensation of drinking honey. He quested further into it, and found the sensation overwhelming to his senses. It was the most amazing feeling he had ever known, and he didn't want it to end. Not ever. And when Frodo's arms wrapped around him, touching his hair softly, it seemed to Sam that Frodo never wanted it to as well. It seemed almost desperate not to end, as if they couldn't get enough of that simple kiss. But it was simple no longer. Neither could explain it, nor did they try. It just was.
Frodo had answered the question that Sam had not asked aloud. He tasted Sam and knew there could be no other who tasted like that. It was Sam. Like flowers, and earth, and garden, and sunshine, all into one. It was a marvelous feeling...more overwhelming than anything Frodo had ever felt before in his life. He felt completely whole with Sam there so close. No longer alone...no longer apart.