Beautiful Morning With You - forelevenses
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tolkienshortfanworksTitle: Beautiful Morning With You
Characters: Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee
Pairing: Sam Gamgee/Frodo Baggins
Text type/Format: ficlet
Source/Fandom: Lord of The Rings
Rating: T
Warnings: implied nudity but nothing explicit
Word Count: 557
Summary: On a rainy morning, Sam has difficulty climbing out of bed.
Author's Note: Cross-posted to ao3. Just a small fluff fic I wrote on rainy day.
The gentle pitter-patter of the rain against the window pane stirred Sam out of his deep slumber.
He slowly blinked his bleary eyes: it was early morning, judging by the light. Rain this late in summer wasn’t unheard of, although he quietly thanked Yavanna for having the mind of covering up those sprouts yesterday. He should have risen earlier, to be quite honest. He was usually one to rise along with the sun, but something about rain in the morning always made him have a bit of a lie in (absolutely nothing to do with last night’s activities, thank you very much).
Despite every bit of him begging to stay under the cozy confines of the quilts, Sam stretched languidly with a yawn and made a move to sit up, until he realized he was being held in place by a pair of arms and legs. He felt the soft and warm (finally warm) body against his bare skin, and the soft snoring from it brought a smile to him. Ever so carefully, Sam adjusted himself so he could be face-to-face with his slumbering captor.
Sam spent years coming into Frodo’s room to open the curtains each morning, and yet he never once tired of admiring how beautiful he looked and it didn’t change now that they shared a bed. The way his pale face glowed in the dim light, how his long lashes caressed his smooth skin, or how sleep managed to flush his cheeks rosy- Sam counted himself lucky to be able to wake up to a dream in his arms every morning.
Sam could stay forever in his arms, but he pressed a soft kiss to Frodo’s forehead. “Frodo-dear,” said Sam, his voice heavy from slumber.
“Hmm?”
“We ought to be risin’ soon,” replied Sam, his fingers carding through Frodo’s silvering curls.
“Mhmm,” hummed Frodo, burrowing his face into the crook of Sam’s neck.
“We have lots to do today,” he chuckled, bringing his arms closer around Frodo.
“We do,” murmured Frodo.
“I need to be sure those new sprouts are covered up well, then there’s fixing that jammed window. And you got business with sortin’ through all those notes Mr. Merry sent over, and writing back to all those letters you’ve been putting off, don’t think I haven’t noticed that pile on your desk,” said Sam, giggling as Frodo lazily kissed his neck.
“Of course, plenty to do,” agreed Frodo.
Sam pulled back a bit, and he held off a laugh at the look of slight indignation on Frodo’s face, “Well?”
“Just five more minutes,” Frodo pleaded, retreating back into the confines of Sam’s arms. “You’re so warm,” he sighed into Sam’s chest.
“Only five?” Sam laughed.
Evened and soft breathing was his response and it amazed Sam how fast his love could fall back into slumber. The rain continued to pitter-patter outside, the room was still and Frodo was snuggled in so close it would’ve been hard to distinguish where either of their bodies started or ended: how could Sam ever resist. He pulled the quilt over them properly and cuddled in closer to Frodo, kissing the top of his head. Sam idly thought about what they should cook up for second breakfast before he was pulled back into sleep, the rain and Frodo’s soft snores a gentle lullaby to his ears.
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