Title:Impatience (comes after "T'was the Night Before Yule")
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn R
Warning: MPreg In my own little universe male hobbits becoming pregnant is not unheard of! (Don't like it? Don't read it!)
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Never have, never will. Don't make any money either, so there!
A/N: Written as a Christmas present for specialmajick
A/N2: all these little ficlets will eventually become one larger story
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Golden light caressed the still forms tangled together, gliding over a furry foot here, a muscled thigh there, a bare shoulder, gradually coming to rest upon a face at peace in sleep. A soft flicker of dark lashes, a quiet mutter of protest to the gentle waking call of the Sun. The quiet morning serenity broken by a sharp pain in his side....
Frodo opened his eyes with a gasp as a flurry of kicks assaulted his tender belly. He stroked the skin over the mound, hoping the touch would calm the child, when a larger hand came to rest over his and he felt a smile growing against his shoulder.
"He is restless," Aragorn murmured.
"Impatient more likely, just like his father," Frodo said with a grin.
"Are you implying I am unable to wait?"
"Judging from last night? Yes," Frodo giggled.
"What-"
"Was it not you who insisted on opening your present early? You who refused to wait until we could return to our rooms? You, who took me on the floor of your office in front of the fire..." his voice growing husky with memory at the last.
"Well, when you put it that way..." Aragorn shifted and rolled Frodo toward him, tilting his face up to bestow him with a passionate kiss.
Frodo moaned low in his throat and opened to the man as his tongue sought entrance to explore, filling his small mouth with slick wet heat. Aragorn's hands traveled lower, pulling Frodo tightly to him, massaging and stroking, inflaming his passions.
The sensuous heat was building to a fever pitch when they both felt the flutter of movement again.
"Already starting on your parents, are you?" Frodo panted as he shook his head. " You'll have to wait for your presents until we are ready to rise."
Frodo grunted as his pronouncement was met with a series of stronger kicks.
Aragorn gathered Frodo into his arms as he said "Come, love, let's see if we might not rock him back to sleep..."
-End-
(for now)