First the vision of the Sun and now the touch. The touch of warmth....that was not nearly satisfying enough for him. Frustrated and scared that he was still dreaming, he begged to feel that warmth again and soon enough (however hesitant) it came again. The inside of his mouth was scorched inch by inch by the very heat of the Sun and the familiar love and tenderness his body and soul had missed so long. Everywhere the Sun touched, his shoulders, his chest, his arms, his hips, (did the Sun seem a little needy in its touches?) his stiff body came back to life. The Sun took his head in its hands and caressed its fingers down his neck so he involuntarily made a sound that was between a moan of pleasure and a scream of pain. **** Frodo fell back, startled at the strange sound Sam made. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Sam shook his head feverishly, his eyes closing again as he sighed, "Do that again. Touch me, let me know your real." A soft, reverent kiss was placed on Sam's cheek as Frodo whispered, "I'm here." Tears mingled and sluiced down the white pillows, grief and relief mixed into a stream of bitter water that tasted like the past, but oh the present was so much sweeter.... Clothes were shed as gasps and moans became one sound. Skin to skin, fingers tangled and tongues dueled till Frodo and Sam could no longer tell the difference.. "I'm sorry..." Frodo breathed and Sam shushed him. "Don't Frodo. Don't." Frodo hid his head in Sam's shoulder, fighting back tears, and Sam stroked his head. "Outside that window, the suns coming up, my dear...." He said this just for the sake of saying it, for the sake of noticing the world blooming around them, like spring after winter.... The branch of a small tree could be seen stretching across the length of the open window, a green bud opening at the tip. THEEND!! (finally) So howd i do with happy endings? feedback please?? :o) |