Sam stretched to place a book on the top shelf in Frodo's study as Frodo supervised from a chair behind his table where he was recording each book and its position in a ledger.

Frodo mused to himself that it was, indeed, an excellent idea to get Sam to help with putting the books away, especially the ones on the top shelf. Sam's homespun shirt clung spectacularly to his sweat drenched skin as he reached up, straining, to settle a large book precariously on the top of the old bookcase.

Frodo was startled out of his contemplation by Sam who was perched on the table beside him. "Sir, what would you like me to do now, Mr Frodo?"

"Well," teased Frodo, winking, "you can stop torturing me and let me kiss you". With this comment, he pushed Sam down on the desk and climbed up to straddle him.

"I might just let you," Sam parried, grinding his hips into Frodo's, "with the right inducement"

Frodo grabbed a candle and tilted it over Sam's chest. "Enough of a enticement?" Frodo's hand smoothed over Sam's exposed flesh as wax dripped from the candle.

Sam yelped, "Oh No ….. Mr Frodo ………….. Not Hot Wax!!!"