You have no idea how long I spent looking through my thesaurus (I've lost my dictionary) for a C word. I could think of some, but just not write anything about them, and I was trying to avoid obvious ones like 'cold' and there was nothing I could put down for 'cousins'.

Clueless… I have not idea where that came from. Though the bottle of shandy I have replaced my tea with may have something to do with it. But you neededa SF fic.

I found cuddle when I was looking for another word for clueless (which, incidentally, isn't there). And yes, I tried very hard to make cuddle sound serious. It has, I believe, failed, and I know this because I was laughing to myself as I finished it.

OT: Big Brother - Am I the only one who pities Craig? Anthony, I command you to hug him more!... And yes, I have search for BB6 slash fics.

'Lost' is coming to channel 4 (Aug 10th, 10PM, if anyone cares)! Finally. I get more Lost fic updates now than LotR ones, I swear.

Anyway, that over with,I own nothing, improvements welcome (and if there's a word for a letter you want, tell me, because I have only a few done so far :p)

Enjoy.

C is for clueless

Sam is clueless, Frodo realises with a sigh. Oblivious to anything Frodo does or says that shows Sam exactly how his best friend feels about him.

"He has to have noticed by now, Frodo," Merry had said to him the other night, "How could he have not?" Ah, but it was alright for him to say that now, wasn't it? Pippin had, after all, come to him. All Merry had had to do was smile and laugh and repeat the three words that his younger cousin had told him. No worrying and yearning and trying to make his feelings known.

Frodo can't do what Pip had done. He's not as fearless as that, too worried about what might happen 'if'. And Sam will never let himself say anything he had been taught was out of place. Which, to be honest, is a lot of things.

So Frodo sighs again, and stands up from his desk, trying to think of a perfectly innocent reason that Sam should stay for dinner.

After all, "Why? Because I want to get us both drunk so that you won't mind me dragging you to my bedroom," isn't really that innocent.

-x-

C is for cuddle

Merry had never been entirely sure what was the difference between a cuddle and a hug, and really, it was shameful just how much time he'd spent thinking about it.

He supposed that hugs were what you got from whenever you said goodbye to your family or your friends. Cuddles were what you got from your mum or, he guessed, and siblings. Or those you loved.

Hugs were short, lasted only a few seconds normally, and were quite simple, really. Arms around the person, keep still for a few moments, then let go and step back. They were just to show someone that they were your friend, that you loved them, in a way, and that you were glad you knew them. He hugged his Aunt Hilda when he saw she was getting ready to leave for home.

Cuddles were different. Cuddling involved shifting constantly when you had your arms around that person, making sure they were definitely there, then holding them tightly to make sure that they didn't leave. Holding them so tightly that you can feel their heart beating against you, their breathing on your neck, every bit of heat from their bodies, their smiles or laughs or sighs or shivers. He cuddles Pippin when he said hello to him. He cuddles Pippin when he said good-bye to him. If he had it his way, he would cuddle Pippin every time he sees him.