Shire-ling Strangers
**Disclaimer: Okay, we've all heard it too many times, but just in case you hadn't figured it out... I don't own any characters from LOTR, nor do I own any settings from it either. I can only wish...**
Chapter 3: "Are You Nervous Yet?"
Merry looked up, and realized that he was alone with this girl. (Gandalf had gone off to the Took's to find Bilbo when Frodo left.) When he realized that there was no longer anyone to offend (like his younger cousin), Merry began to enjoy this little game. He reached up and fingered some of her hair that had come un-tucked from behind her ear. He then, slowly, re- tucked it, lightly tracing a line across the side of her face, leaving his hand cupped around the back of her head. He could've continued, and it was all he could do to let Becca have her turn. Becca was still comfortably sitting in his lap, well; at least that was what she showed. Inwardly she was a bit surprised yet impressed that he'd lasted so long compared to other guys. She placed her hand so that her arm crooked around the back of his neck, and pulled herself closer to him; while her right hand stopped touching his collarbone and she wound her hand down to trace strange designs on his well-built chest. She suddenly realized that this wasn't a game of "Are You Nervous Yet?" anymore, and that she wanted to kiss him. That thought made her shyer toward Merry. He noticed the sudden discomfort in her eyes, and he almost called the game off. He realized though, that she was waiting for something and he thought he knew what it was. His hand lightly stroked down the side of her face until his thumb was touching the corner of her lips. He silently asked her with his eyes if it was okay. She only nodded. If she HAD wanted to say anything, she'd been silenced as Merry pulled her lips to his. Becca realized with slight humor that it was her turn and she slyly sneaked her tounge through his unsuspecting lips. She smiled as she felt him draw in a sharp breath. "I win." She whispered, flashing him a charming little grin. "Oh yeah?" He raised his eyebrows. "Ye-ahhh!" She shouted in shock as he lifted her off his lap and into his arms. Merry walked over and placed her on the couch and sat next to her. "Uh-oh..." she muttered as he placed his hands around her waist. He pulled her over into a lying position on top of him. "No..." he told her, lightly brushing his lips across hers, "we both win." He ended as they began kissing again. The moment was perfect, which was why Frodo and Sam had to re-enter just then. "Oh my..." Sam began, then he turned to walk out the door. "Oh c'mon Sam," Frodo began, "if you want to be friends with us, you've got to learn how to deal with Merry's flirtatious actions." Then Frodo smiled. "By the way, thanks for keeping, well at least one of our guests entertained." If Frodo had wanted to say more, he was interrupted by a very lout giggling and a girlish cry of "You wuss!"
**Okay, okay, sorry if you wanted somebody to win. But, now what's going on with Ali and Pippin? Review for me and I'll update sooner, promise.**
**Disclaimer: Okay, we've all heard it too many times, but just in case you hadn't figured it out... I don't own any characters from LOTR, nor do I own any settings from it either. I can only wish...**
Chapter 3: "Are You Nervous Yet?"
Merry looked up, and realized that he was alone with this girl. (Gandalf had gone off to the Took's to find Bilbo when Frodo left.) When he realized that there was no longer anyone to offend (like his younger cousin), Merry began to enjoy this little game. He reached up and fingered some of her hair that had come un-tucked from behind her ear. He then, slowly, re- tucked it, lightly tracing a line across the side of her face, leaving his hand cupped around the back of her head. He could've continued, and it was all he could do to let Becca have her turn. Becca was still comfortably sitting in his lap, well; at least that was what she showed. Inwardly she was a bit surprised yet impressed that he'd lasted so long compared to other guys. She placed her hand so that her arm crooked around the back of his neck, and pulled herself closer to him; while her right hand stopped touching his collarbone and she wound her hand down to trace strange designs on his well-built chest. She suddenly realized that this wasn't a game of "Are You Nervous Yet?" anymore, and that she wanted to kiss him. That thought made her shyer toward Merry. He noticed the sudden discomfort in her eyes, and he almost called the game off. He realized though, that she was waiting for something and he thought he knew what it was. His hand lightly stroked down the side of her face until his thumb was touching the corner of her lips. He silently asked her with his eyes if it was okay. She only nodded. If she HAD wanted to say anything, she'd been silenced as Merry pulled her lips to his. Becca realized with slight humor that it was her turn and she slyly sneaked her tounge through his unsuspecting lips. She smiled as she felt him draw in a sharp breath. "I win." She whispered, flashing him a charming little grin. "Oh yeah?" He raised his eyebrows. "Ye-ahhh!" She shouted in shock as he lifted her off his lap and into his arms. Merry walked over and placed her on the couch and sat next to her. "Uh-oh..." she muttered as he placed his hands around her waist. He pulled her over into a lying position on top of him. "No..." he told her, lightly brushing his lips across hers, "we both win." He ended as they began kissing again. The moment was perfect, which was why Frodo and Sam had to re-enter just then. "Oh my..." Sam began, then he turned to walk out the door. "Oh c'mon Sam," Frodo began, "if you want to be friends with us, you've got to learn how to deal with Merry's flirtatious actions." Then Frodo smiled. "By the way, thanks for keeping, well at least one of our guests entertained." If Frodo had wanted to say more, he was interrupted by a very lout giggling and a girlish cry of "You wuss!"
**Okay, okay, sorry if you wanted somebody to win. But, now what's going on with Ali and Pippin? Review for me and I'll update sooner, promise.**