Guest author: Miss Megolas


There are few things Sam likes better to watch than the sight of Frodo's
slim, pale body half covered by Rosie's dusky curves. One of the other
things is the look on Frodo's face when Sam looks up mid-thrust and catches
Frodo's eyes when he chooses to watch rather than take part. The pale pink
of his barely open mouth and the half dreaming, half studious look in his
eyes - almost as if he was trying to burn their images to his mind. Engrave
them there forever, as if he was afraid he'd blink and they'd be gone.

Rosie doesn't like that look, Frodo is always so distant and far away then
and she dislikes that, preferring to keep Frodo grounded and close to them.
If Sam stares too long, she'll look up, narrow her eyes and reach out one
hand to tug Frodo closer to them, pulling him into contact with them in the
hopes that he'll come back to them and *stay* with them instead of wandering
off into the memories.

That's another thing Sam likes to watch. The *look* that spreads across
Rosie's face when she's decided that Frodo is about to disappear into his
memories. It's half worry, half anger, a lot of love and just the tiniest
bit of fear and he's never been so glad that she's taken them both into her
heart, knowing that Sam loves Frodo and that Frodo is broken and she's
determined to fix him, not just for Sam but for her as well.

His favourite things, Sam notices, are all linked. Because Frodo ends half
up under Rosie, her head on his chest, her mouth travelling his skin, and
Sam covering them both with his body, his skin, like the sun covering his
flower and her seeds. Rocking his hips slowly causes his final favourite
thing to watch to appear - the pleasure that fills all of them and turns
blue and brown eyes soft and hazy as they lie tangled together, breathing
each other in.

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