Shire-ling Strangers
**Disclaimer: Hello, Hobbits, Middle Earth, anything of the sort, I clearly don't own it. Please don't hurt me.**
Chapter 7: Flustered Ideas
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Ali was having much difficulty helping Sam clean his cut; since he kept trying to tend to it himself.
"Am I going to have to tie you down to finish this in peace?" Ali asked laughing; while Sam tried to take the washcloth away from her again. At this prospect however, Sam's eyes widened and he looked at the floor blushing.
Ali paused, her hand stationary on his forehead. She bit her lip and tentatively bent down to look into his eyes, "Sam, I was just joking." She smiled lightly, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Sorry Miss...er...Ali." Sam said, looking away to avoid her intense grey eyes. Ali bit her lip again, harder this time as his melted-chocolate eyes were stolen from her sight once more. She semi-angrily returned to cleaning his cut.
Every now and then Ali would hear a sharp intake of breath as her hand and the washcloth swept over a sensitive area of the cut. Sam kept shifting his gaze to random objects around the kitchen, and slightly fighting as he restrained himself from attempting to assist; both actions cause his head to move and Ali to adjust her bearings.
Finally when she grew frustrated with this constant moving and changing she grabbed his shirt lapels and forced him to look straight into her eyes. "Sam," she said, frustrated; and paused due to surprise at how breathy her voice sounded. In this moment of silence, both she and Sam began blushing profusely. "Please stop moving." She finished, her voice hardly more than a whisper.
Sam didn't know what to do, he was struck dumb. Their eyes remained locked for some time as they took in the depth of the other's. Finally, Ali snapped back to reality thanks to the mini-Becca in her head yelling at her; she cleared her throat, and resumed her cleaning of his "wound".
Sam's eyes remained downcast as he inwardly kicked himself for lacking confidence. There he had the perfect opportunity to... no he couldn't even think about it, it was preposterous.
After a few minutes of this uncomfortable silence, Ali commenced to make small talk.
"Lovely day we're having isn't it?" She asked, looking out the window.
"Yes, mighty lovely. Oh! I should be gardening!" He said excitedly, trying to get up.
"Sit down! Your welfare comes before your duties." Ali told him, a hand on his shoulder, forcing him onto his stool.
"So you garden. That's nice; maybe I could help you some time."
"That'd be just fine." Sam commented smiling.
Ali stood up, "There, see how much easier it was once you stopped fidgeting?" A smile lit up her face as she surveyed her work "Let's see how they're doing without us shall we? She peeked through the door to see Becca and Frodo, leaning close together, reading; occasionally stealing glances at each other.
Sam stood and tried to walk out the door. "Wait!" Ali said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to the side, their faces close, hardly an inch apart. She suddenly forgot what she was going to say; at least until Sam chuckled and backed away blushing. "Sam! I just had a brilliant idea! Well, I'm assuming that you noticed how smitten they both clearly are. So, let's try to set them up, get them to admit their feelings."
They both agreed on it, inwardly deciding to enact their own desires through their friends.
**Yeah, another short chapter. But at least I updated fast. Review and I'll love you. :-D PWEASE!**
**Disclaimer: Hello, Hobbits, Middle Earth, anything of the sort, I clearly don't own it. Please don't hurt me.**
Chapter 7: Flustered Ideas
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Ali was having much difficulty helping Sam clean his cut; since he kept trying to tend to it himself.
"Am I going to have to tie you down to finish this in peace?" Ali asked laughing; while Sam tried to take the washcloth away from her again. At this prospect however, Sam's eyes widened and he looked at the floor blushing.
Ali paused, her hand stationary on his forehead. She bit her lip and tentatively bent down to look into his eyes, "Sam, I was just joking." She smiled lightly, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Sorry Miss...er...Ali." Sam said, looking away to avoid her intense grey eyes. Ali bit her lip again, harder this time as his melted-chocolate eyes were stolen from her sight once more. She semi-angrily returned to cleaning his cut.
Every now and then Ali would hear a sharp intake of breath as her hand and the washcloth swept over a sensitive area of the cut. Sam kept shifting his gaze to random objects around the kitchen, and slightly fighting as he restrained himself from attempting to assist; both actions cause his head to move and Ali to adjust her bearings.
Finally when she grew frustrated with this constant moving and changing she grabbed his shirt lapels and forced him to look straight into her eyes. "Sam," she said, frustrated; and paused due to surprise at how breathy her voice sounded. In this moment of silence, both she and Sam began blushing profusely. "Please stop moving." She finished, her voice hardly more than a whisper.
Sam didn't know what to do, he was struck dumb. Their eyes remained locked for some time as they took in the depth of the other's. Finally, Ali snapped back to reality thanks to the mini-Becca in her head yelling at her; she cleared her throat, and resumed her cleaning of his "wound".
Sam's eyes remained downcast as he inwardly kicked himself for lacking confidence. There he had the perfect opportunity to... no he couldn't even think about it, it was preposterous.
After a few minutes of this uncomfortable silence, Ali commenced to make small talk.
"Lovely day we're having isn't it?" She asked, looking out the window.
"Yes, mighty lovely. Oh! I should be gardening!" He said excitedly, trying to get up.
"Sit down! Your welfare comes before your duties." Ali told him, a hand on his shoulder, forcing him onto his stool.
"So you garden. That's nice; maybe I could help you some time."
"That'd be just fine." Sam commented smiling.
Ali stood up, "There, see how much easier it was once you stopped fidgeting?" A smile lit up her face as she surveyed her work "Let's see how they're doing without us shall we? She peeked through the door to see Becca and Frodo, leaning close together, reading; occasionally stealing glances at each other.
Sam stood and tried to walk out the door. "Wait!" Ali said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to the side, their faces close, hardly an inch apart. She suddenly forgot what she was going to say; at least until Sam chuckled and backed away blushing. "Sam! I just had a brilliant idea! Well, I'm assuming that you noticed how smitten they both clearly are. So, let's try to set them up, get them to admit their feelings."
They both agreed on it, inwardly deciding to enact their own desires through their friends.
**Yeah, another short chapter. But at least I updated fast. Review and I'll love you. :-D PWEASE!**