Ficlet: "Wishing Every Happiness" - Adult
Wednesday, January 26th, 2005 03:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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hobbit_smut Celebration Challenge.
Wishing Every Happiness
by Serai
He slides his hand up her thigh, white silk pooling around his wrist, exposing the flesh he's only dreamed about. Her eyes glisten as she gasps, and her kiss tastes of southern wine and honeycake. She reaches down bold as brass to take him in hand, all shyness gone in the privacy of their chamber. He groans, strong arms clamping around her, and with a thrust of his thigh between hers he pushes her down onto the bed amidst the rose petals and sugared almonds scattered there for luck. It's hardly a minute before they're both naked.
Thighs parting, flesh hard, mouths feasting. Fingers pulling, stroking. Her legs lift as an eager thrust takes her maidenhead; she cries out with the loss and everything that replaces it. The music of their laughter is both sweet and terribly, terribly bitter. My eyes close to dispel the treacherous vision, but it makes no difference - I can't help hearing the sounds.
Pippin's arm wraps round my shoulder with a loving squeeze. "Cheer up, Merry," he whispers. "It's a wedding. You should be happy."
The joyful couple clasp hands before the assembled crowd, their faces shining, and I sigh.
"I am, Pip. I am."
hobbit_smut Celebration Challenge. Wishing Every Happiness
by Serai
He slides his hand up her thigh, white silk pooling around his wrist, exposing the flesh he's only dreamed about. Her eyes glisten as she gasps, and her kiss tastes of southern wine and honeycake. She reaches down bold as brass to take him in hand, all shyness gone in the privacy of their chamber. He groans, strong arms clamping around her, and with a thrust of his thigh between hers he pushes her down onto the bed amidst the rose petals and sugared almonds scattered there for luck. It's hardly a minute before they're both naked.
Thighs parting, flesh hard, mouths feasting. Fingers pulling, stroking. Her legs lift as an eager thrust takes her maidenhead; she cries out with the loss and everything that replaces it. The music of their laughter is both sweet and terribly, terribly bitter. My eyes close to dispel the treacherous vision, but it makes no difference - I can't help hearing the sounds.
Pippin's arm wraps round my shoulder with a loving squeeze. "Cheer up, Merry," he whispers. "It's a wedding. You should be happy."
The joyful couple clasp hands before the assembled crowd, their faces shining, and I sigh.
"I am, Pip. I am."
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Date: Wednesday, January 26th, 2005 11:57 pm (UTC)I think it's safe to assume that anything I write is going to be angsty, LOL. Occasionally I write a cheerful fic, but the majority are tragic in some way. So you can click my links in reasonable anticipation of a good sniffle/shiver/sweat. ;)