Rated: PG13, for the description of kissing and clothes becoming scarce.
Sex is implied but not visited, but if you don't feel comfortable, do not
read it.
AN: This is my first real, true LOTR fic. It's going to be short and sweet. I wanted to write a sexy little SG/RC story, because I think they deserve a little romance.. And lately, Frodo/Sam and Merry/Pippin (*cough*Cousincest*cough*.. I LOVE MY WORD!!!) have been having all the fun. (I'm not dissing them or anything, but.. Whoa..) But no worries- this is not a smutty piece! Please read and review and keep the sweet love of S/R going on forever!!!
~@~@~@~@~@~@THINK OF ROSES@~@~@~@~@~@~@
~@~@~@~@~@~@PROLOUGE@~@~@~@~@~@~
Samwise Gamgee whistled as he watched Rosie, his beautiful wife, through the window of their hole. He had paused in trimming their rose bushes, overcome by the way her auburn locks and ribbons flipped about as she walked past.
It was about a year and a half since their marriage, and Sam was still getting accustomed to the fact that he had finally won over Rose Cotton's heart. He'd never had much self esteem in this area. But Rosie was amazing- she made him feel so special, more than anyone ever had. It was such a nice surprise for Sam when he returned from the long adventure of The Ring.
The whole ordeal seemed silly to Sam now- that he'd cried in the end, thinking that he and Mr. Frodo would be killed together and he'd never see dear Rosie again.. That she'd never know of his infatuation. But he was back. Life with Rosie Cotton was wonderful. They had been married soon after Sam's return, and had been blessed with a beautiful daughter, Elanor, who Sam was glad took after her mother.
Rose flipped her hair back again as she molded a bowl of shortcake dough, and Sam's heart pounded. He stared down momentarily at the rose bushes which he stood next to, and was suddenly lost in a memory of their wedding...
AN: This is my first real, true LOTR fic. It's going to be short and sweet. I wanted to write a sexy little SG/RC story, because I think they deserve a little romance.. And lately, Frodo/Sam and Merry/Pippin (*cough*Cousincest*cough*.. I LOVE MY WORD!!!) have been having all the fun. (I'm not dissing them or anything, but.. Whoa..) But no worries- this is not a smutty piece! Please read and review and keep the sweet love of S/R going on forever!!!
~@~@~@~@~@~@THINK OF ROSES@~@~@~@~@~@~@
~@~@~@~@~@~@PROLOUGE@~@~@~@~@~@~
Samwise Gamgee whistled as he watched Rosie, his beautiful wife, through the window of their hole. He had paused in trimming their rose bushes, overcome by the way her auburn locks and ribbons flipped about as she walked past.
It was about a year and a half since their marriage, and Sam was still getting accustomed to the fact that he had finally won over Rose Cotton's heart. He'd never had much self esteem in this area. But Rosie was amazing- she made him feel so special, more than anyone ever had. It was such a nice surprise for Sam when he returned from the long adventure of The Ring.
The whole ordeal seemed silly to Sam now- that he'd cried in the end, thinking that he and Mr. Frodo would be killed together and he'd never see dear Rosie again.. That she'd never know of his infatuation. But he was back. Life with Rosie Cotton was wonderful. They had been married soon after Sam's return, and had been blessed with a beautiful daughter, Elanor, who Sam was glad took after her mother.
Rose flipped her hair back again as she molded a bowl of shortcake dough, and Sam's heart pounded. He stared down momentarily at the rose bushes which he stood next to, and was suddenly lost in a memory of their wedding...