A/N: Thanks goes out to my few reviewers. And for the tips. The chappie
before this, just so you know, was just an epilogue. I guess... well, I was
just writing something to get started and to try to catch the readers
interest. Guess it worked. Sorta. Hope this longer chappie helps make up
for it. I'm not a very good fic writer yet, but I'll get there. I hope
this is ok. Sorry for rambling. Enjoy the Frodo/Sam goodness.
Chapter 1: Too Hot... outside AND inside...
Actually, our story begins one full week before this particular day. That day was hot. All hobbits with any common sense would stay within their respected smial. But, as they say, those Gamgees can be stubborn. Especially when they put their minds to doing something. So, this hot and humid day found Samwise Gamgee in Bag End's garden, tending the flowers so that they would survive the heat. So as Frodo saw him through the kitchen window. He could see the sweat shine off of Sam's muscular back, as he bent over to tend to his tulips. Frodo was worried. Sam could over-work himself to exhaustion, or get dehydrated and faint. So, he did what any Baggins would do: made a pie. It was said that no Gamgee(or any other hobbit) could resist the Baggin Pie. Bilbo had told him that whenever Sam's Gaffer had over-worked himself, all he had to do was make a pie and he'd come running. And so Frodo had made Sam's favorite: Blueberry. They were ripe and juicy, and perfect for his Baggin Pie. Now, all he had to do was to hold the pie up to the window... use a hand-fan to wave the smell of the home-cooked pie in Sam's direction...and... Sam paused his work to sniff the air. He smelled...his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
Blueberry pie!
He turned to follow the smell when he discovered it was coming from Bag End's kitchen. When relaying this tale to Merry and Pippin, Sam says he'd never run faster in his life. Well, there was that one time Merry and Pippin had-but that's another story. When he got to the kitchen, he found Frodo at the counter cutting the pie. He snuck quietly up to the counter and put his hands on the counter and on either side of Frodo, trapping him. Frodo spun around, surprised. He smiled slyly. "Well, hello, Sam. Whatever brings you to the kitchen?" Sam moved his arms to wrap around Frodo's waist. "I don't rightly know, Frodo-love, could've been the thoughts of being with you that kept crossin' me mind." Frodo leaned in with the intention of kissing him, but Sam had moved around him to get the pie. "Or the smell of blueberry pie." He said, as he took the pie to the table. Frodo shook his head, then went into a cupboard to get plates, but when he turned to the table Sam had already eaten one slice and was on his second. "Sam!" Sam looked at him. There was blueberry filling around his mouth and on one of his cheeks. He smiled bashfully. "Sorry, Frodo, it looked too good." Frodo smiled back. "It's all right, Sam. This time, use a plate." He handed him one and sat down opposite after grabbing a slice. After they finished the pie, Sam pushed his chair back. "Well, I suppose I'll be getting' back to work now." The next thing Sam knew, Frodo was in his lap. "Not before cleaning up, you aren't." he stated firmly.
Sam looked confused, so Frodo began to lick the filling off of his cheek. Then he kissed and licked it from around his mouth, before kissing him deeply and exploring his mouth. When they broke away panting for air, Sam looked half-lidded at his love. "Frodo." He breathed, his voice low and husky. Frodo went for another kiss, but Sam dodged it. Frodo looked at him question. "I have to get back to work." He responded. "But it's so hot out. You could over-work yourself in that heat. Any hobbit with common sense can see it's too hot to work." He kissed him briefly. "Stay with me." He whispered. Sam contemplated this while being "convinced" by Frodo(A/N:...naughty, naughty thoughts...). He broke away from him(A/N: they were kissing, in cse you didn't know..). "Frodo-love, it's just as hot in here with you as it is out there, if you get my drift." He winked. "But, if I take a pitcher of water with me an' promise not to over-work myself, will you let me?" Frodo sighed. "I suppose. You'd better put plenty of ice in that water." Frodo found himself in the chair alone. "I will!" Sam called back, and was out faster than a candle in a lover's bedroom. Frodo chuckled. 'Sam. So dedicated to his work' he thought. Then he frowned. "I hope he's just as dedicated to me." He murmured to himself , walking into his study. In one week it would be their anniversary. He hoped Sam would remember it just as well as he did.
A/N: ok, I...like that one. Not the best writing ever done, but it's some of my best. I hope this fic goes the way I see in my head, but ya never know...I was ACTUALLY going to wait until I got at LEAST 10 reviews, but....inspiration hit me, so I got to writing again. Hopefully it'll get me more reviews.... Ya know how it goes: reviews are to authors what Reeses are to Ashley... please review!
Chapter 1: Too Hot... outside AND inside...
Actually, our story begins one full week before this particular day. That day was hot. All hobbits with any common sense would stay within their respected smial. But, as they say, those Gamgees can be stubborn. Especially when they put their minds to doing something. So, this hot and humid day found Samwise Gamgee in Bag End's garden, tending the flowers so that they would survive the heat. So as Frodo saw him through the kitchen window. He could see the sweat shine off of Sam's muscular back, as he bent over to tend to his tulips. Frodo was worried. Sam could over-work himself to exhaustion, or get dehydrated and faint. So, he did what any Baggins would do: made a pie. It was said that no Gamgee(or any other hobbit) could resist the Baggin Pie. Bilbo had told him that whenever Sam's Gaffer had over-worked himself, all he had to do was make a pie and he'd come running. And so Frodo had made Sam's favorite: Blueberry. They were ripe and juicy, and perfect for his Baggin Pie. Now, all he had to do was to hold the pie up to the window... use a hand-fan to wave the smell of the home-cooked pie in Sam's direction...and... Sam paused his work to sniff the air. He smelled...his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
Blueberry pie!
He turned to follow the smell when he discovered it was coming from Bag End's kitchen. When relaying this tale to Merry and Pippin, Sam says he'd never run faster in his life. Well, there was that one time Merry and Pippin had-but that's another story. When he got to the kitchen, he found Frodo at the counter cutting the pie. He snuck quietly up to the counter and put his hands on the counter and on either side of Frodo, trapping him. Frodo spun around, surprised. He smiled slyly. "Well, hello, Sam. Whatever brings you to the kitchen?" Sam moved his arms to wrap around Frodo's waist. "I don't rightly know, Frodo-love, could've been the thoughts of being with you that kept crossin' me mind." Frodo leaned in with the intention of kissing him, but Sam had moved around him to get the pie. "Or the smell of blueberry pie." He said, as he took the pie to the table. Frodo shook his head, then went into a cupboard to get plates, but when he turned to the table Sam had already eaten one slice and was on his second. "Sam!" Sam looked at him. There was blueberry filling around his mouth and on one of his cheeks. He smiled bashfully. "Sorry, Frodo, it looked too good." Frodo smiled back. "It's all right, Sam. This time, use a plate." He handed him one and sat down opposite after grabbing a slice. After they finished the pie, Sam pushed his chair back. "Well, I suppose I'll be getting' back to work now." The next thing Sam knew, Frodo was in his lap. "Not before cleaning up, you aren't." he stated firmly.
Sam looked confused, so Frodo began to lick the filling off of his cheek. Then he kissed and licked it from around his mouth, before kissing him deeply and exploring his mouth. When they broke away panting for air, Sam looked half-lidded at his love. "Frodo." He breathed, his voice low and husky. Frodo went for another kiss, but Sam dodged it. Frodo looked at him question. "I have to get back to work." He responded. "But it's so hot out. You could over-work yourself in that heat. Any hobbit with common sense can see it's too hot to work." He kissed him briefly. "Stay with me." He whispered. Sam contemplated this while being "convinced" by Frodo(A/N:...naughty, naughty thoughts...). He broke away from him(A/N: they were kissing, in cse you didn't know..). "Frodo-love, it's just as hot in here with you as it is out there, if you get my drift." He winked. "But, if I take a pitcher of water with me an' promise not to over-work myself, will you let me?" Frodo sighed. "I suppose. You'd better put plenty of ice in that water." Frodo found himself in the chair alone. "I will!" Sam called back, and was out faster than a candle in a lover's bedroom. Frodo chuckled. 'Sam. So dedicated to his work' he thought. Then he frowned. "I hope he's just as dedicated to me." He murmured to himself , walking into his study. In one week it would be their anniversary. He hoped Sam would remember it just as well as he did.
A/N: ok, I...like that one. Not the best writing ever done, but it's some of my best. I hope this fic goes the way I see in my head, but ya never know...I was ACTUALLY going to wait until I got at LEAST 10 reviews, but....inspiration hit me, so I got to writing again. Hopefully it'll get me more reviews.... Ya know how it goes: reviews are to authors what Reeses are to Ashley... please review!