Understand
Saturday, August 2nd, 2003 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seraiTitle: Understand
Rating: PG13
Pairing: B/P
Archiving: Please email me - I'd like to know where my stuff's going. :)
Disclaimer: All credit for Middle-Earth and its extraordinary characters, places and stories go to the blessed Professor Tolkien. I don't make a dime off this, nor would I wish to.
Author Notes: I know this doesn't fit anywhere in the Tolkien timeline. Perhaps it's a dream. But what do I know? I'm just the messenger.
Understand
The man's arms relax slowly as the embrace calms and becomes tender. Heat and sweat cling to them, cooled by their rhythmic breaths. Boromir smiles as he feels fingers stroke his beard.
"Thank you, Pippin," he gasps, running a calloused hand over smooth skin.
"There's no need," the hobbit answers. "I know about loneliness."
Boromir bites his lip, his throat suddenly painful. Slender legs squeeze his waist. Pippin whispers, "Shall I carry a message to Gondor for you?"
The man nods, and Pippin leans in to flick his tongue at the trail of moisture trickling from one eye.
"Who to?"
Rating: PG13
Pairing: B/P
Archiving: Please email me - I'd like to know where my stuff's going. :)
Disclaimer: All credit for Middle-Earth and its extraordinary characters, places and stories go to the blessed Professor Tolkien. I don't make a dime off this, nor would I wish to.
Author Notes: I know this doesn't fit anywhere in the Tolkien timeline. Perhaps it's a dream. But what do I know? I'm just the messenger.
Understand
The man's arms relax slowly as the embrace calms and becomes tender. Heat and sweat cling to them, cooled by their rhythmic breaths. Boromir smiles as he feels fingers stroke his beard.
"Thank you, Pippin," he gasps, running a calloused hand over smooth skin.
"There's no need," the hobbit answers. "I know about loneliness."
Boromir bites his lip, his throat suddenly painful. Slender legs squeeze his waist. Pippin whispers, "Shall I carry a message to Gondor for you?"
The man nods, and Pippin leans in to flick his tongue at the trail of moisture trickling from one eye.
"Who to?"
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Date: Sunday, August 3rd, 2003 05:58 am (UTC)Thanks!
Date: Monday, August 4th, 2003 06:44 am (UTC)