Title: Him
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, Sexual Images
Summary: Pippin's POV
Author's Note: This story was actually not written as M/P slash but I noticed that it could be used as that too...so...
Disclaimer: I do not own anything...damnit!
You'll never have him.
But you dream about his eyes, two alarmingly clear pools of blue that shift and
shine and can show every emotion more acutely and heartbreakingly than you
thought possible.
He'll never want you.
But you fantasize about the feel of his hot flesh against you and his full wet
lips probing yours as insistently as the gasps that shudder through your body
as you think of him.
It will never happen.
But you pine for his voice, deep and throaty, whispering your name over and
over, submerging your body deeper in flames of heat and passion with each drawn
out syllable.
He'll never love you.
But you imagine clinging to him, his golden hair dripping with his sweat and
your tears, as he thrusts, again and again, and you are drowned in his
pleasure.
It will never be.
But you close your eyes each night and all you see is him, his lips curving
into the smile that you have lusted after for so long you can no longer
distinguish whether it is really their, pressing against your burning
cheek, or whether you are just asleep.
And you live to love him because that's the only thing you know how to do.