Continued from last chapter. I left all of you hanging on the last one. Now I'm going to add a little more on the end to make it so un-suspenseful. A reminder, I don't own any Lord of the Rings characters, so don't sue me...I have nothing but my beloved computer... Anyway, enjoy the story and be sure to review when you get done.
Catch Me, Chapter 2
"Pip," Merry said softly. Pippin slowly looked up at the older hobbit before him. Without waiting for an answer Merry blurted, "I love you."
Suddenly Pippin froze. Every muscle in his body tensed. His face went blank. His eyes were shallow and emotionless, seeming to be looking inside rather then out. There was a thick, unbreakable silence that hung in the air like an invisible fog. Suddenly Merry wished he hadn't said what he had. It would be just like him to go off and say something without thinking first. A sinking feeling dropped through Merry's stomach, what if what he had said drove Pippin away from him? What would he do? But a movement from Pippin interrupted these thoughts.
Merry refocused his eyes on Pippin's. The younger hobbit's eyes had changed, they seemed more open then a few moments ago. But Pip was still as tense as ever.
Suddenly, to Merry's surprise, Pippin stiffly brought his head down to rest on Merry's chest again. The smaller one's arms wrapped tightly yet rigidly around Merry's neck. Pippin pressed his head into Merry's chest hard. Merry could tell Pip's eyes were wide open.
Pippin loosened a little and uttered a few words, his hot breath skimming across Merry's bare wet chest. Merry wanted to shiver but held it back.
"Do you mean it?" Pippin said, quietly, almost to himself. To Merry, Pippin was right here in his arms with his head on Merry's chest, but his voice seemed so far away. Almost as if it was carried on the wind from somewhere far away.
"Mean what?" Now, Merry was just being stubborn.
"Mean what you said?" Pippin's voice didn't seem so far away this time. Yet, it still sounded like Pippin was reflecting to the inside. Wondering to himself.
Suddenly, everything became so clear and simple to Merry. Just that one question had sparked his mind to rethink the situation that he was in. He was just about to confess his true feelings to Pippin, tell him that he was, if fact, in love with him and he saw it as plain as day. He would tell Pip how much he loved him and that would be that. Pippin could react any way that he wanted and Merry would still not change his mind. The younger hobbit could reject Merry, yet Merry saw it as this. Merry loved Pippin and would never let anything hurt the little one in any way, yet, if Pippin could not love Merry back the same way that Merry loved him then the older hobbit would just have to deal with it. He would have to get accustomed to giving and never getting the same in return. And that was a risk that Merry was clearly about to take, yet, he had no problem with it, relaxed and calm.
Merry took a few moments to answer, but when he did, he meant it, with all his heart and soul, he meant it. And Pippin knew it.
"Yes, Peregrin, I meant what I said." There was a pause, a gasp. Then there was a cheek next to his and no more Pippin on his chest. Pippin wrapped his arms so tightly around Merry's neck that it was hard for the older to breath. The younger hobbit pressed his head against Merry's.
The smell of Pippin was everywhere. The oranges, the leaves, it was everywhere. It was all Merry could breathe and he didn't give a care in the world. In fact, he wanted to have this smell about him for the rest of his Hobbit life. Their soft skin touched, one was warmer then the other but neither could tell nor did they want to. Pippin spoke softly into Merry's ear.
"That is the first time anybody has used my name in a long time..." Pippin whispered. Quietly holding onto Merry, never wanting to let go. Merry wrapped his arms around Pip's waist even tighter. They stood there in the pond, together, holding each other, both wanting more of the other. Their spirits wanted more of this love, thirsting of it, wanting.
Pippin licked his lips and spoke softy into Merry's ear, "Say it, again." This time Merry did shiver, a small tremor traveling up his spine.
"Say what?" Merry was always stubborn.
"Say it all," Pippin whispered so gently. "Again...for me..please" Pippin was pleading so delicately in Merry's ear. They both knew what was brewing, and neither of them threw a care.
Pippin pulled his lips away from Merry's ear and met eyes with the older hobbit. Both of them face to face, drinking in each other's eyes and the want they both found there. Once again...
Pippin spoke lightly. "Please..." Pippin's eyes were pleading, he wanted to hear the words spoken from Merry's lips. All Merry has to do was say it and everything would continue like they wanted it, needed it.
Merry looked Pippin in the eye, a soul-piercing look, and spoke.
"I love you, Peregrin Took." Merry spoke slowly, every word sinking into the silence around them. Pippin was the first to move.
"Oh, I love you too," Pippin moaned before his lips crushed atop of Merry's. This kiss was more desperate and needy then the first they had shared, and Merry could feel it.
Merry tilted his head and opened Pippin's lips, his tongue demanding entrance. Pippin gave in willingly and opened his mouth to the onslaught.
Merry had kissed like this before. Only it had usually been with girls, most likely after a party at the tavern. They had caught him after he was very drunk and had drug him off, maybe into a broom closet or someplace rather. But he had never let them go too far. He would let them put their lips on him but he never let his pants come off. But Merry was afraid that Pippin had never done this before.
But to Merry's surprise, Pippin was quite good at kissing. Merry explored with his tongue, while Pippin warred to become dominant. The older hobbit reached up and buried his hands deep in Pip's brown-golden curls. Pulling Pip closer to him.
It seemed like forever that they stood there in the pond, latched onto each other. Their lips glued together, neither of them wanted to break the kiss. /I wish we could stay here like this forever/, Merry thought to himself.
But they broke the kiss, gasping for air. Breathing hard, lips pink and bruised, their chests rising and falling so quickly. Their lips were sticky and slippery as they both tore themselves away from the other before they suffocated. Their minds reeling as they leaned on each other for balance. Merry opened his eyes and looked at Pippin. And he loved what he saw there in front of him.
Pippin had his eyes closed, his head tilted down. His breathing was deep yet quick. His lips parted, dark pink and swollen. A red blush settled on his cheeks and a sheen of sweat on his brow. The sun pouring down and lighting the younger hobbits curls to a shining gold. He was an angel fallen from heaven in Merry's eyes, more beautiful than the elves. Slowly Pippin opened his wide brilliant green eyes and looked Merry in the eye. Nothing could compare to this beauty.
Merry reached up with one hand and smoothed his fingers on Pippin's cheek. He reached with his thumb and brushed the pad of it across Pippin's red swollen bottom lip. The soft flesh below Merry's fingertips. Pippin's big green eyes looked so innocent and young, Merry wanted to cry. Pip was so young, but regardless, he loved him no matter what. It mattered not what their ages were, as long as they loved each other then that was all they needed.
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For some reason I think this is a good place to halt the story. I doubt if I'll be writing on this one any more, I'm quite satisfied with how it came out. Regardless, please review! It might encourage me to write another fic like this one.
Catch Me, Chapter 2
"Pip," Merry said softly. Pippin slowly looked up at the older hobbit before him. Without waiting for an answer Merry blurted, "I love you."
Suddenly Pippin froze. Every muscle in his body tensed. His face went blank. His eyes were shallow and emotionless, seeming to be looking inside rather then out. There was a thick, unbreakable silence that hung in the air like an invisible fog. Suddenly Merry wished he hadn't said what he had. It would be just like him to go off and say something without thinking first. A sinking feeling dropped through Merry's stomach, what if what he had said drove Pippin away from him? What would he do? But a movement from Pippin interrupted these thoughts.
Merry refocused his eyes on Pippin's. The younger hobbit's eyes had changed, they seemed more open then a few moments ago. But Pip was still as tense as ever.
Suddenly, to Merry's surprise, Pippin stiffly brought his head down to rest on Merry's chest again. The smaller one's arms wrapped tightly yet rigidly around Merry's neck. Pippin pressed his head into Merry's chest hard. Merry could tell Pip's eyes were wide open.
Pippin loosened a little and uttered a few words, his hot breath skimming across Merry's bare wet chest. Merry wanted to shiver but held it back.
"Do you mean it?" Pippin said, quietly, almost to himself. To Merry, Pippin was right here in his arms with his head on Merry's chest, but his voice seemed so far away. Almost as if it was carried on the wind from somewhere far away.
"Mean what?" Now, Merry was just being stubborn.
"Mean what you said?" Pippin's voice didn't seem so far away this time. Yet, it still sounded like Pippin was reflecting to the inside. Wondering to himself.
Suddenly, everything became so clear and simple to Merry. Just that one question had sparked his mind to rethink the situation that he was in. He was just about to confess his true feelings to Pippin, tell him that he was, if fact, in love with him and he saw it as plain as day. He would tell Pip how much he loved him and that would be that. Pippin could react any way that he wanted and Merry would still not change his mind. The younger hobbit could reject Merry, yet Merry saw it as this. Merry loved Pippin and would never let anything hurt the little one in any way, yet, if Pippin could not love Merry back the same way that Merry loved him then the older hobbit would just have to deal with it. He would have to get accustomed to giving and never getting the same in return. And that was a risk that Merry was clearly about to take, yet, he had no problem with it, relaxed and calm.
Merry took a few moments to answer, but when he did, he meant it, with all his heart and soul, he meant it. And Pippin knew it.
"Yes, Peregrin, I meant what I said." There was a pause, a gasp. Then there was a cheek next to his and no more Pippin on his chest. Pippin wrapped his arms so tightly around Merry's neck that it was hard for the older to breath. The younger hobbit pressed his head against Merry's.
The smell of Pippin was everywhere. The oranges, the leaves, it was everywhere. It was all Merry could breathe and he didn't give a care in the world. In fact, he wanted to have this smell about him for the rest of his Hobbit life. Their soft skin touched, one was warmer then the other but neither could tell nor did they want to. Pippin spoke softly into Merry's ear.
"That is the first time anybody has used my name in a long time..." Pippin whispered. Quietly holding onto Merry, never wanting to let go. Merry wrapped his arms around Pip's waist even tighter. They stood there in the pond, together, holding each other, both wanting more of the other. Their spirits wanted more of this love, thirsting of it, wanting.
Pippin licked his lips and spoke softy into Merry's ear, "Say it, again." This time Merry did shiver, a small tremor traveling up his spine.
"Say what?" Merry was always stubborn.
"Say it all," Pippin whispered so gently. "Again...for me..please" Pippin was pleading so delicately in Merry's ear. They both knew what was brewing, and neither of them threw a care.
Pippin pulled his lips away from Merry's ear and met eyes with the older hobbit. Both of them face to face, drinking in each other's eyes and the want they both found there. Once again...
Pippin spoke lightly. "Please..." Pippin's eyes were pleading, he wanted to hear the words spoken from Merry's lips. All Merry has to do was say it and everything would continue like they wanted it, needed it.
Merry looked Pippin in the eye, a soul-piercing look, and spoke.
"I love you, Peregrin Took." Merry spoke slowly, every word sinking into the silence around them. Pippin was the first to move.
"Oh, I love you too," Pippin moaned before his lips crushed atop of Merry's. This kiss was more desperate and needy then the first they had shared, and Merry could feel it.
Merry tilted his head and opened Pippin's lips, his tongue demanding entrance. Pippin gave in willingly and opened his mouth to the onslaught.
Merry had kissed like this before. Only it had usually been with girls, most likely after a party at the tavern. They had caught him after he was very drunk and had drug him off, maybe into a broom closet or someplace rather. But he had never let them go too far. He would let them put their lips on him but he never let his pants come off. But Merry was afraid that Pippin had never done this before.
But to Merry's surprise, Pippin was quite good at kissing. Merry explored with his tongue, while Pippin warred to become dominant. The older hobbit reached up and buried his hands deep in Pip's brown-golden curls. Pulling Pip closer to him.
It seemed like forever that they stood there in the pond, latched onto each other. Their lips glued together, neither of them wanted to break the kiss. /I wish we could stay here like this forever/, Merry thought to himself.
But they broke the kiss, gasping for air. Breathing hard, lips pink and bruised, their chests rising and falling so quickly. Their lips were sticky and slippery as they both tore themselves away from the other before they suffocated. Their minds reeling as they leaned on each other for balance. Merry opened his eyes and looked at Pippin. And he loved what he saw there in front of him.
Pippin had his eyes closed, his head tilted down. His breathing was deep yet quick. His lips parted, dark pink and swollen. A red blush settled on his cheeks and a sheen of sweat on his brow. The sun pouring down and lighting the younger hobbits curls to a shining gold. He was an angel fallen from heaven in Merry's eyes, more beautiful than the elves. Slowly Pippin opened his wide brilliant green eyes and looked Merry in the eye. Nothing could compare to this beauty.
Merry reached up with one hand and smoothed his fingers on Pippin's cheek. He reached with his thumb and brushed the pad of it across Pippin's red swollen bottom lip. The soft flesh below Merry's fingertips. Pippin's big green eyes looked so innocent and young, Merry wanted to cry. Pip was so young, but regardless, he loved him no matter what. It mattered not what their ages were, as long as they loved each other then that was all they needed.
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For some reason I think this is a good place to halt the story. I doubt if I'll be writing on this one any more, I'm quite satisfied with how it came out. Regardless, please review! It might encourage me to write another fic like this one.