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A/N: I'M SOOO SORRY!!!!! I'm so lazy, I know I know I know!! Please don't hate me! Yes the long awaited 5th chapter is finally up. We got some big slash in this, so turn away now if you don't go for that sort of thing. Thank you as always for the responses, please don't stop. I love you all!! Flames will be used to destroy The Ring. I hope you enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A Winter's Tale By: Kate Ch. 5- Oops
The rising sun cast a warm beam on Frodo's face. His mouth twitched slightly and his eyes fluttered open. Glancing out the window, he squinted, the cold bright sun hurting his eyes, and looked away. It was then that Frodo noticed something on his chest. An arm, and a masculine one to be exact, was thrown across his chest in a lazy, yet protective manner. Frodo was confused. His blue eyes roved over the arm, making their way upward: a tan elbow, a light mossy-green rolled up shirtsleeve, a muscular shoulder, and.Sam's sleeping face! Sam's face was turned towards him, with a look of complete relaxation. His lips were partly open, and he was snoring softly. Frodo was *very* confused.
"What in Middle Earth.?" he mumbled to himself. *Why is Sam sleeping in my bed?* But then Frodo suddenly noticed his surroundings. *I'm at the Gamgees'. Blizzard.Sam came.invited to dinner.big dinner.fire.Sam.Sam's lips - Ohhhhh.* He smiled as he remembered last nights events.
Frodo sat up, his blue shirt completely unbuttoned and hanging off of one shoulder. After propping up his pillow as a backrest, he leaned back against the headboard. He reached over and brushed Sam's cheek with two fingers. The younger Hobbit must have been only dozing, for the touch immediately woke him. He blinked and looked up at Frodo, who was smiling down at him with his bright blue eyes laughing.
"Good morning, my dearest Samwise," Frodo said quietly. "Sleep well?"
Sam propped himself up on his elbow and look around confusedly. His eyes widened when he saw Frodo sitting next to him, bare-chested.
"Mr. Frodo! Wh-what're ye-ye doin' in the s-s-same, same bed as me?! A- and in s-such a.a.s-state! Wh-?" Frodo put his hand up to stop the stuttering, flustered Hobbit.
"Sam calm down before your heart stops!" the dark-haired Hobbit chuckled. "It's *alright*. Now, to answer your first question. I want you to think back to last night. Do you remember? We got a little.er.emotional."
Sam looked down for a moment, thinking back, and looked quickly back at Frodo as realization set in. Frodo smiled, twisting a lock of Sam's hair around his finger. "You mean that was.was-"
"Real?" Frodo finished for him. "Yes, I assure you, it was all quite real," he continued, sliding down onto his own elbow. "The events of last night are real. As are my feelings." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sam's in a soft kiss. He tugged at the ends of Sam's shirt until they came loose from his britches and ran a hand along the young Hobbit's muscular back. Sam had recovered from his initial shock and smiled against Frodo's mouth.
Their cuddling hadn't progressed very far; they were interrupted by a knocking on the round door and Mrs. Gamgee's voice calling to them.
"Are you in there, Sam, dear? Are you boys awake? I heard muffled voices."
"Yes, Mum, we're awake!" replied Sam.
"Samwise, what are you doing in there?" asked Mrs. Gamgee, reprovingly.
"Well 'tis a habit, Mum," Sam called back. He was trying to keep his voice as steady and normal as possible, which wasn't easy with Frodo running kisses down his neck and chest. "You see, it's part of what I do at Bag End. Every morning I wake up Mr. Frodo, 'cuz if I don't, he'd be likely to sleep 'til noon!" Mrs. Gamgee heard Frodo's chuckles confirming this statement. She frowned slightly.
"Oh really?" she asked, her voice doubtful.
"Y-yes, honest!" Sam's voice called back, cracking slightly.
"Well all right. But hurry up and get yourselves out here. Breakfast ain't gonna keep itself warm for ye," Bell said. She was worried, though. There was something in Sam's voice that told her he wasn't quite telling the truth. Her thoughts drifted back to last night and to her husband's concerns. Her eyes widened. She stepped closer to the door and pressed and pointed ear to the wood, listening. Silence. Suddenly she realized what she was doing and backed away from the door, shaking her head. This was nonsense, really. The two were *just* friends. Bell backed away a few steps more and then spun on her heel and marched off to the kitchen.
Inside the guestroom, Frodo and Sam listened to the sound of Bell's receding footsteps. Sam turned back to Frodo and smiled, slightly.
"I s'pose we should be getting' ourselves up now, Mr. Frodo. Don't want to keep them waiting. Besides.I don't want Mum to get suspicious. You don't think she will do you, sir?" the young Hobbit's voice was worried. His older companion smiled and shook his head.
"Of course not, Sam. You're right, though. We should be getting up now. I don't know about you, but I'm a little hungry," he chuckled, and leaned forward to kiss Sam. Before either could prevent it, the kiss deepened, reaching a dangerously passionate level. Frodo scooted onto his back and pulled Sam on top of him. Sam's tongue was inside his mouth, tasting him. He broke away and began to place kisses down the older Hobbit's soft, pale throat, his tongue darting out each time to taste the fair skin. Frodo slipped his hands between their bodies and undid the buttons of Sam's shirt, and slid it off his broad shoulders, revealing a tan and strong back. He ran his hands down Sam's back, feeling the muscles flexing beneath them with the young Hobbit's movements. Sam had moved down from Frodo's throat and was making his way down his chest. When he reached his stomach, he could feel Frodo squirm, slightly. Sam looked up at Frodo's shining face and beamed, any shyness he ever felt gone. He shrugged off his shirt and brought his face up to Frodo's, hovering about six inches above him. They could both feel the body heat radiating off of one another.
"I seem to have found a particularly sensitive area, Frodo." Frodo's eyes widened.
"What did you just say?"
Sam looked puzzled. "I said I seem to have found a sensitive spot," he answered, worried that he had offended Frodo in some way.
Frodo shook his head. "No, after that."
Sam's brow knit together with confusion. "You mean 'Frodo'?" He gasped. He had just addressed his master by his first name! How dare he speak to Frodo in such a common fashion! "Oh M-Mr. Frodo, sir, I'm so, so sorry! I don't know what came over me!"
But Frodo only grinned. "Sam, you silly Hobbit! I'm not mad! I'm happy! It shows me that you don't just think of me as your master anymore.well I know you never did, but.well it just takes our relationship to a more intimate level." He placed his hand behind Sam's neck, tugging at a few curls. After staring into his hazel eyes for a moment, Frodo reached up pressed a passionate kiss onto his best friend's trembling lips. Sam brought his own hand up behind Frodo's neck, and kissed him back with just as much fervor. Suddenly, a pounding sounded at the door. The two flew apart, terror showing in their faces.
"We are starting without you!" came Mrs. Gamgee's voice, sounding very angry. "Now *really,* Samwise! Would you two quite your gabbin' or whatever else it is you're doin' in there and get out *here* this instant. And I'm not leavin' 'til you do!"
Sam hastily climbed off Frodo and the bed, and grabbed his shirt. Frodo followed suit and buttoned his own with shaking fingers. Sam had finished his and was tucking it in and pulling his suspenders on when the door opened and Mrs. Gamgee stormed in. The two Hobbits froze, and Bell stopped dead in her tracks. She starred in shock at the scene in front of her. Frodo's half buttoned shirt and mussed up hair; Sam with a sloppily tucked in shirt and one suspender on, also with his hair mussed; a bed with rumpled sheets and blankets. Her face paled as she put the three together.
"Oh Elbereth." she whispered, placing a hand over her eyes.
"Mum, I can explain."
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*GASPS!* Big cliffhanger!!!! Well, it seemed that the majority wanted the two lovebirds to get caught, so.. Thank you all for your wonderful responses. Keep them coming! I know the title sucks, but I couldn't think of anything else at the time. Once again, I'm so terribly sorry for being such a lazy-ass in taking so long with this. Don't forget to read and review my other stories "Helpless" and "Sweetness" in the Harry Potter section, as well.
A/N: I'M SOOO SORRY!!!!! I'm so lazy, I know I know I know!! Please don't hate me! Yes the long awaited 5th chapter is finally up. We got some big slash in this, so turn away now if you don't go for that sort of thing. Thank you as always for the responses, please don't stop. I love you all!! Flames will be used to destroy The Ring. I hope you enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* A Winter's Tale By: Kate Ch. 5- Oops
The rising sun cast a warm beam on Frodo's face. His mouth twitched slightly and his eyes fluttered open. Glancing out the window, he squinted, the cold bright sun hurting his eyes, and looked away. It was then that Frodo noticed something on his chest. An arm, and a masculine one to be exact, was thrown across his chest in a lazy, yet protective manner. Frodo was confused. His blue eyes roved over the arm, making their way upward: a tan elbow, a light mossy-green rolled up shirtsleeve, a muscular shoulder, and.Sam's sleeping face! Sam's face was turned towards him, with a look of complete relaxation. His lips were partly open, and he was snoring softly. Frodo was *very* confused.
"What in Middle Earth.?" he mumbled to himself. *Why is Sam sleeping in my bed?* But then Frodo suddenly noticed his surroundings. *I'm at the Gamgees'. Blizzard.Sam came.invited to dinner.big dinner.fire.Sam.Sam's lips - Ohhhhh.* He smiled as he remembered last nights events.
Frodo sat up, his blue shirt completely unbuttoned and hanging off of one shoulder. After propping up his pillow as a backrest, he leaned back against the headboard. He reached over and brushed Sam's cheek with two fingers. The younger Hobbit must have been only dozing, for the touch immediately woke him. He blinked and looked up at Frodo, who was smiling down at him with his bright blue eyes laughing.
"Good morning, my dearest Samwise," Frodo said quietly. "Sleep well?"
Sam propped himself up on his elbow and look around confusedly. His eyes widened when he saw Frodo sitting next to him, bare-chested.
"Mr. Frodo! Wh-what're ye-ye doin' in the s-s-same, same bed as me?! A- and in s-such a.a.s-state! Wh-?" Frodo put his hand up to stop the stuttering, flustered Hobbit.
"Sam calm down before your heart stops!" the dark-haired Hobbit chuckled. "It's *alright*. Now, to answer your first question. I want you to think back to last night. Do you remember? We got a little.er.emotional."
Sam looked down for a moment, thinking back, and looked quickly back at Frodo as realization set in. Frodo smiled, twisting a lock of Sam's hair around his finger. "You mean that was.was-"
"Real?" Frodo finished for him. "Yes, I assure you, it was all quite real," he continued, sliding down onto his own elbow. "The events of last night are real. As are my feelings." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sam's in a soft kiss. He tugged at the ends of Sam's shirt until they came loose from his britches and ran a hand along the young Hobbit's muscular back. Sam had recovered from his initial shock and smiled against Frodo's mouth.
Their cuddling hadn't progressed very far; they were interrupted by a knocking on the round door and Mrs. Gamgee's voice calling to them.
"Are you in there, Sam, dear? Are you boys awake? I heard muffled voices."
"Yes, Mum, we're awake!" replied Sam.
"Samwise, what are you doing in there?" asked Mrs. Gamgee, reprovingly.
"Well 'tis a habit, Mum," Sam called back. He was trying to keep his voice as steady and normal as possible, which wasn't easy with Frodo running kisses down his neck and chest. "You see, it's part of what I do at Bag End. Every morning I wake up Mr. Frodo, 'cuz if I don't, he'd be likely to sleep 'til noon!" Mrs. Gamgee heard Frodo's chuckles confirming this statement. She frowned slightly.
"Oh really?" she asked, her voice doubtful.
"Y-yes, honest!" Sam's voice called back, cracking slightly.
"Well all right. But hurry up and get yourselves out here. Breakfast ain't gonna keep itself warm for ye," Bell said. She was worried, though. There was something in Sam's voice that told her he wasn't quite telling the truth. Her thoughts drifted back to last night and to her husband's concerns. Her eyes widened. She stepped closer to the door and pressed and pointed ear to the wood, listening. Silence. Suddenly she realized what she was doing and backed away from the door, shaking her head. This was nonsense, really. The two were *just* friends. Bell backed away a few steps more and then spun on her heel and marched off to the kitchen.
Inside the guestroom, Frodo and Sam listened to the sound of Bell's receding footsteps. Sam turned back to Frodo and smiled, slightly.
"I s'pose we should be getting' ourselves up now, Mr. Frodo. Don't want to keep them waiting. Besides.I don't want Mum to get suspicious. You don't think she will do you, sir?" the young Hobbit's voice was worried. His older companion smiled and shook his head.
"Of course not, Sam. You're right, though. We should be getting up now. I don't know about you, but I'm a little hungry," he chuckled, and leaned forward to kiss Sam. Before either could prevent it, the kiss deepened, reaching a dangerously passionate level. Frodo scooted onto his back and pulled Sam on top of him. Sam's tongue was inside his mouth, tasting him. He broke away and began to place kisses down the older Hobbit's soft, pale throat, his tongue darting out each time to taste the fair skin. Frodo slipped his hands between their bodies and undid the buttons of Sam's shirt, and slid it off his broad shoulders, revealing a tan and strong back. He ran his hands down Sam's back, feeling the muscles flexing beneath them with the young Hobbit's movements. Sam had moved down from Frodo's throat and was making his way down his chest. When he reached his stomach, he could feel Frodo squirm, slightly. Sam looked up at Frodo's shining face and beamed, any shyness he ever felt gone. He shrugged off his shirt and brought his face up to Frodo's, hovering about six inches above him. They could both feel the body heat radiating off of one another.
"I seem to have found a particularly sensitive area, Frodo." Frodo's eyes widened.
"What did you just say?"
Sam looked puzzled. "I said I seem to have found a sensitive spot," he answered, worried that he had offended Frodo in some way.
Frodo shook his head. "No, after that."
Sam's brow knit together with confusion. "You mean 'Frodo'?" He gasped. He had just addressed his master by his first name! How dare he speak to Frodo in such a common fashion! "Oh M-Mr. Frodo, sir, I'm so, so sorry! I don't know what came over me!"
But Frodo only grinned. "Sam, you silly Hobbit! I'm not mad! I'm happy! It shows me that you don't just think of me as your master anymore.well I know you never did, but.well it just takes our relationship to a more intimate level." He placed his hand behind Sam's neck, tugging at a few curls. After staring into his hazel eyes for a moment, Frodo reached up pressed a passionate kiss onto his best friend's trembling lips. Sam brought his own hand up behind Frodo's neck, and kissed him back with just as much fervor. Suddenly, a pounding sounded at the door. The two flew apart, terror showing in their faces.
"We are starting without you!" came Mrs. Gamgee's voice, sounding very angry. "Now *really,* Samwise! Would you two quite your gabbin' or whatever else it is you're doin' in there and get out *here* this instant. And I'm not leavin' 'til you do!"
Sam hastily climbed off Frodo and the bed, and grabbed his shirt. Frodo followed suit and buttoned his own with shaking fingers. Sam had finished his and was tucking it in and pulling his suspenders on when the door opened and Mrs. Gamgee stormed in. The two Hobbits froze, and Bell stopped dead in her tracks. She starred in shock at the scene in front of her. Frodo's half buttoned shirt and mussed up hair; Sam with a sloppily tucked in shirt and one suspender on, also with his hair mussed; a bed with rumpled sheets and blankets. Her face paled as she put the three together.
"Oh Elbereth." she whispered, placing a hand over her eyes.
"Mum, I can explain."
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*GASPS!* Big cliffhanger!!!! Well, it seemed that the majority wanted the two lovebirds to get caught, so.. Thank you all for your wonderful responses. Keep them coming! I know the title sucks, but I couldn't think of anything else at the time. Once again, I'm so terribly sorry for being such a lazy-ass in taking so long with this. Don't forget to read and review my other stories "Helpless" and "Sweetness" in the Harry Potter section, as well.