Title: T'was the Night before Yule
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn PG-13/Light 'R'?
Warning: MPreg (in other words, if MPreg is not your thing, don't read it.
Or do if you're curious. Just don't complain.)
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never have, never will. Don't make any money either, so there!
A/N: This was written as a Christmas present for BUNNY!tggr
A/N2: All these little ficlets will eventually become one story.
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Frodo paced back and forth in front of the fire, arms crossed in agitation. He looked at the food that had long since grown cold, the candles burned down to nubs, and decided it was high-time he retrieved his missing mate.
He didn't bother with his own robe as he knew it would not close over his swollen belly. Instead, Frodo grabbed Aragorn's and wrapped it about himself, tying the belt as he stormed off down the hall, dismissing any guards he met along the way with a curt, "Go home to your family! It's Yule!"
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Aragorn stretched and rubbed his weary eyes when the words on the treaty in front of him began to blur. He was startled to see how dark it was in his office chamber. All the candles had burned out long ago and the only light came from the dying fire. He was just beginning to realize the late hour when the door burst open with a bang to reveal an angry hobbit in the doorway.
"Frodo, Love, I'm sorry, I did not realize..." Aragorn's voice faded away as he looked at his lover, the combination of the brocade robe and firelight creating a breathtaking vision in gold.
Eyes blazing, Frodo marched into the room, the hem of the robe trailing on the floor behind him.
"You missed dinner - - again! This is the third time this week."
"I know, I'm sorry, but-"
"You promised you would be home this night."
"But- my duties-"
"Hang you duties, Aragorn! It's Yule Eve," he pouted, "our first Yule together, and I'd like to celebrate it together."
"You are right Frodo. The treaties and ambassadors will still be here tomorrow - or the day after," he quickly added. "Let us put aside duties and responsibilities, for I wish to celebrate the Yule with my love, and I believe I would like to open my present now."
"Well, come along then. Dinner has gone quite cold I'm afraid, but we can warm it by the fire whilst you open your gift."
"No. I think I shall open my present right here." He pulled Frodo toward him by the sash tied around his waist, loosening it and letting the robe fall open and off his shoulders to puddle around his feet. Aragorn slid his hands up Frodo's sides, gathering the night shirt as he went and pulling it off. He leaned in to nuzzle the sensitive spot on Frodo's neck while he stroked the skin over the mound that was their child.
"Mmm, it's perfect Frodo. Everything I could have ever wanted."
-End-
(for now)