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lotr_sesaTitle: Dreaming of You
Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: Repentantkisses (]repentantkisses@yahoo.com)
Pairings: Merry/Pippin
Rating: R
Summary: Pippin is having dreams about Merry.
Author's Note: Secret Santa for starslikesshadow Hope you like it and Happy Holidays! :-*
Dreaming of You Peregrin Took awoke with a gasp. He sat up slowly, blinking his eyes to adjust to the darkness that had engulfed the room. His heart thudded in his chest as he was barraged by the images that had awoken him.
Merry.
Merry's hands cascading over soft flesh.
Merry's mouth hot and demanding against yielding lips.
Merry's eyes half lidded in ecstacy.
Merry, hard and fast and yesyesohgodyes...
Merry his older cousin and best friend.
Pippin collapsed back into his bed, cursing his active imagination within the confines of darkness. He pulled the covers over his head in a last attempt to block out the pictures that flashed through him.
This had to stop.
It had been over a month since Pippin had started having these dreams. Erotic, passionate dreams that revolved solely around his cousin Merry. It had been almost two weeks since they had become vivid enough to wake him, writhing and moaning in the dark. It wasn't that Pippin had never had those kinds of dreams before. It wasn't that he'd never woken up in the morning hard and a little more than embarrassed. But these were different, and not only because they included his closest Brandybuck relation. They were about a lad. They were about his best friend. They were hot and carnal and so real Pippin would reel with after shock for what felt like eternity.
And it had all started that night. A month ago, at Merry's Coming of Age party.
"Pippin," Merry slurred happily, sliding his arm over his cousin's slight shoulders.
After hours of celebration, the much awaited 'coming of age' of the heir to Buckland was over. The guests too far into their cups to find there way home were already being escorted back up to the Hall, leaving the scoured field completely empty. All in all, it had been quite a success in the eyes of everyone.
Except young Pippin Took, who in all the greeting, gift giving, speeches, dancing, and heavy drinking, hadn't been able to get near the guest of honor all night.
"Merry," Pippin laughed as the older hobbit leaned against him heavily threatening to topple both of them to the ground. "You've had far too much to drink, cousin."
Merry blinked at him a few times before shaking his head. "Never too much, Pip." He grabbed the lapel of his party jacket and attempted to look dignified. "I'm a responsible adult now," he murmured in a conspiratory whisper.
Pippin laughed again, laughed so hard that this time they did tumble to the ground and landing with an resounding 'oomph' in the grass.
"Responsible?" Pippin giggled skeptically and Merry shrugged.
"Well, almost," he replied as his lips curling into their endearingly, familiar lilt that, at that moment, struck Pippin as beautiful.
Beautiful?
Pippin shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought from his mind. Merry wasn't beautiful. Merry was just...Merry.
But then there he was, lying beside him, blue eyes dark and glazed with drink, tousled curls that seemed to sparkle gold even in the moonlight falling onto his forehead. Mouth...so inviting...
Pippin shut his eyes quickly, hoping to stop his train of thought before it came to its obvious conclusion.
Pippin did not want to kiss Merry. It was as simple as that. He had surely had too much brandy and too little sleep, and suddenly he was having very impure thoughts about the lad he had been virtually raised by since he was born.
Very impure thoughts.
"Pip..."
Pippin was brought back to the present by hot breath against his cheek.
He swallowed hard, trying to remained unaffected as Merry scooted closer and rested his head on Pippin's shoulder.
"Yeah Mer?" he replied, his voice just above a whisper.
"What were you thinking about? Just now?" Merry asked, his breath sliding through the thin material of Pippin's shirt and awakening things in Pippin that he would much rather have kept buried away in his subconscious.
'You...' he thought.
"Noth..nothing," he stuttered aloud.
Merry seemed to find this answer reasonable enough and said nothing more, but made no attempt to move from where he was nestled into Pippin's side. In fact, at that point, he seemed quite content to remain there all night.
Pippin sighed as his cousin's breath steadied into repose. He stared up at the already lightening sky and wondered what was happening to him. Why him? Why now? Why Merry?
He reached up and cautiously ran his fingers through his cousin's hair, the simple gesture making Merry murmur in his sleep and roll away.
Pippin's heart caught in his throat as the warmth of the other hobbit's body was replaced by the cold morning air.
Oh God.
What was he going to do?
Pippin shivered at the memory of that night. That was the last time he had been alone with Merry. He had decided that morning, as the sun rose high over the desecrated remains of the evenings festivities, that although it would be nearly impossible to stay away from Merry completely, he would at least vow not to let himself be left alone with his cousin.
There was something in Pippin that wasn't right. Something in him that had gone askew.
Merry wouldn't find out.
Merry couldn't find out.
Pippin resigned to sleep and tried to clear his mind, letting his fatigue take hold of him. But just as he felt himself being swept into slumber, he heard a whisper of his subconscious.
'Merry...' it murmured.
It was just before dawn in Tuckborough. The sun crept gently over the hills and across the fields, bringing to life the landscape it filled in this ethereal glow. But somewhere deep in the darkness of the Great Smials, where the sunshine could not reach no matter how brilliant it shone, Peregrin Took burst into tears.
Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: Repentantkisses (]repentantkisses@yahoo.com)
Pairings: Merry/Pippin
Rating: R
Summary: Pippin is having dreams about Merry.
Author's Note: Secret Santa for starslikesshadow Hope you like it and Happy Holidays! :-*
Dreaming of You Peregrin Took awoke with a gasp. He sat up slowly, blinking his eyes to adjust to the darkness that had engulfed the room. His heart thudded in his chest as he was barraged by the images that had awoken him.
Merry.
Merry's hands cascading over soft flesh.
Merry's mouth hot and demanding against yielding lips.
Merry's eyes half lidded in ecstacy.
Merry, hard and fast and yesyesohgodyes...
Merry his older cousin and best friend.
Pippin collapsed back into his bed, cursing his active imagination within the confines of darkness. He pulled the covers over his head in a last attempt to block out the pictures that flashed through him.
This had to stop.
It had been over a month since Pippin had started having these dreams. Erotic, passionate dreams that revolved solely around his cousin Merry. It had been almost two weeks since they had become vivid enough to wake him, writhing and moaning in the dark. It wasn't that Pippin had never had those kinds of dreams before. It wasn't that he'd never woken up in the morning hard and a little more than embarrassed. But these were different, and not only because they included his closest Brandybuck relation. They were about a lad. They were about his best friend. They were hot and carnal and so real Pippin would reel with after shock for what felt like eternity.
And it had all started that night. A month ago, at Merry's Coming of Age party.
"Pippin," Merry slurred happily, sliding his arm over his cousin's slight shoulders.
After hours of celebration, the much awaited 'coming of age' of the heir to Buckland was over. The guests too far into their cups to find there way home were already being escorted back up to the Hall, leaving the scoured field completely empty. All in all, it had been quite a success in the eyes of everyone.
Except young Pippin Took, who in all the greeting, gift giving, speeches, dancing, and heavy drinking, hadn't been able to get near the guest of honor all night.
"Merry," Pippin laughed as the older hobbit leaned against him heavily threatening to topple both of them to the ground. "You've had far too much to drink, cousin."
Merry blinked at him a few times before shaking his head. "Never too much, Pip." He grabbed the lapel of his party jacket and attempted to look dignified. "I'm a responsible adult now," he murmured in a conspiratory whisper.
Pippin laughed again, laughed so hard that this time they did tumble to the ground and landing with an resounding 'oomph' in the grass.
"Responsible?" Pippin giggled skeptically and Merry shrugged.
"Well, almost," he replied as his lips curling into their endearingly, familiar lilt that, at that moment, struck Pippin as beautiful.
Beautiful?
Pippin shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought from his mind. Merry wasn't beautiful. Merry was just...Merry.
But then there he was, lying beside him, blue eyes dark and glazed with drink, tousled curls that seemed to sparkle gold even in the moonlight falling onto his forehead. Mouth...so inviting...
Pippin shut his eyes quickly, hoping to stop his train of thought before it came to its obvious conclusion.
Pippin did not want to kiss Merry. It was as simple as that. He had surely had too much brandy and too little sleep, and suddenly he was having very impure thoughts about the lad he had been virtually raised by since he was born.
Very impure thoughts.
"Pip..."
Pippin was brought back to the present by hot breath against his cheek.
He swallowed hard, trying to remained unaffected as Merry scooted closer and rested his head on Pippin's shoulder.
"Yeah Mer?" he replied, his voice just above a whisper.
"What were you thinking about? Just now?" Merry asked, his breath sliding through the thin material of Pippin's shirt and awakening things in Pippin that he would much rather have kept buried away in his subconscious.
'You...' he thought.
"Noth..nothing," he stuttered aloud.
Merry seemed to find this answer reasonable enough and said nothing more, but made no attempt to move from where he was nestled into Pippin's side. In fact, at that point, he seemed quite content to remain there all night.
Pippin sighed as his cousin's breath steadied into repose. He stared up at the already lightening sky and wondered what was happening to him. Why him? Why now? Why Merry?
He reached up and cautiously ran his fingers through his cousin's hair, the simple gesture making Merry murmur in his sleep and roll away.
Pippin's heart caught in his throat as the warmth of the other hobbit's body was replaced by the cold morning air.
Oh God.
What was he going to do?
Pippin shivered at the memory of that night. That was the last time he had been alone with Merry. He had decided that morning, as the sun rose high over the desecrated remains of the evenings festivities, that although it would be nearly impossible to stay away from Merry completely, he would at least vow not to let himself be left alone with his cousin.
There was something in Pippin that wasn't right. Something in him that had gone askew.
Merry wouldn't find out.
Merry couldn't find out.
Pippin resigned to sleep and tried to clear his mind, letting his fatigue take hold of him. But just as he felt himself being swept into slumber, he heard a whisper of his subconscious.
'Merry...' it murmured.
It was just before dawn in Tuckborough. The sun crept gently over the hills and across the fields, bringing to life the landscape it filled in this ethereal glow. But somewhere deep in the darkness of the Great Smials, where the sunshine could not reach no matter how brilliant it shone, Peregrin Took burst into tears.
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Date: 2004-12-24 05:21 pm (UTC)Guh!
Ohh that was lovely! Angsty and sensual, and I love it! Thank you so much!
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Date: 2005-01-02 03:50 pm (UTC)