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I couldn’t remember being happier than on that night. Just me and Pippin, laying side by side in the dark fields of the Shire. Not a sound in the night but my giggling and his heavy panting. I stretched my arms out and brushed them lightly atop the midnight dew dribbled grass. The cold dew sent goose bumps up my arms; I went to sit up, but before I could stop him, Pippin was pushing me back again, back onto that beautiful, grassy ground.
I giggled loudly and tried to push him off.
“Pippin!” I exclaimed, struggling against him.
“I’m going to tickle you!” He laughed, beginning to do just so. I roared and screamed with laugher. He tickled my tummy, my neck and even my thighs. Only when he had me practically crying and panting for him to stop did he do so.
“I’m sorry!” He said hurridly as I continued panting heavily. I forget you’re much more ticklish than Merry, who’s still quite ticklish himself! Are you alright?”
“I’m…. fine….” I panted, laughing still. “That was…..actually….really fun!”
Pippin smiled that shy, yet oh so broad smile at me. I couldn’t help but grin back.
He went for me again, instinctively I backed away.
“Peregrin Took…” I said warningly.
But I looked into his eyes as I said it, and saw something you didn’t usually see in a Took’s eyes. It was a sort of twinkle. Not the comforting, loud, party animal twinkle he usually had, but more… involved. Like he had something he was determined to do. It was almost, dare I use the word while talking about him, romantic.
I let him lean over me. He pushed me back gently this time. I seemed to fall back to the grass as comfortably as if it were my bed back home. Pippin looked me hard in the eyes, the twinkle still there in his eyes. I didn’t giggle, though I could have. I just stared back at him; my eyes fixed, lips parted slightly. I wanted to tell Pippin right then and there, I wanted to tell him how special he was, how much I loved him.
But before word came, Pippin moved for my lips. And before I could stop it, I was in bliss.
Surprisingly, Pippin was passionate. He started off shy, slowly moving his tongue across my parted lips. He began to slip his tongue in when I opened my mouth fully. Slipping his tongue in and out, he would stop to lay a quick kiss on my lips, then go back for more. In the words of Juliet Capulet, he “kissed by the book”.
Deeper and deepr his tongue went, and I began to work mine more as well. Pippin began to pant, and pulled out of the kiss more often to breath heavy breaths of air over my mouth. But he would always go back for more and more. He started feeling my chest with his hands, but not in a greedy way. His hands were soft, kind and comforting. I didn’t even mind when he began to unbutton my blouse and rub his hands all about my milky white chest. It felt so right, letting him do this. It wasn’t until he began to kiss my down my chest lightly that I began to wonder how far he was planning on taking this.
He reached for my trouser buttons. I was about to stop him, but instead turned the grabbing motion of his hand into pulling off his very own tunic. He stopped a moment to sit up on my small hips and unbutton shirt. When he went back for me, he didn’t forget his plan. He went again for my the button of my trousers and undid it. He slid them off me slowly at first, caressing my thigh with his arm as he went down. At this point, I couldn’t help but let out my first moan.
It seemed Pippin liked it when I moaned, as he pulled my whole trousers off quite vigorously. I didn’t even tryo t stop him. He sat back and gave me a once over; My hair askew and damp on the grass around my head. My pale, bare, perky chest sticking up slightly with my blouse layed unbuttoned on either side of my arched back. All that was covering Pippin from his goal was a small pair of pale pink bloomers that I wore lightly over myself.
And not for long. Pippin pulled off the bloomers, revealing my nude body entirely. He traced his fingers lightly over my member, causing me to breath in sharply.
At my sharp breath his eyes shot up at me. I blushed furiously as he positioned himself. I wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, I wasn’t exactly sure he knew what he was doing. All I know was that it was thrust, thrust, thrust, and he had me moaning all night long. Right there, in the Shire fields, where we had spent every day together.
I giggled loudly and tried to push him off.
“Pippin!” I exclaimed, struggling against him.
“I’m going to tickle you!” He laughed, beginning to do just so. I roared and screamed with laugher. He tickled my tummy, my neck and even my thighs. Only when he had me practically crying and panting for him to stop did he do so.
“I’m sorry!” He said hurridly as I continued panting heavily. I forget you’re much more ticklish than Merry, who’s still quite ticklish himself! Are you alright?”
“I’m…. fine….” I panted, laughing still. “That was…..actually….really fun!”
Pippin smiled that shy, yet oh so broad smile at me. I couldn’t help but grin back.
He went for me again, instinctively I backed away.
“Peregrin Took…” I said warningly.
But I looked into his eyes as I said it, and saw something you didn’t usually see in a Took’s eyes. It was a sort of twinkle. Not the comforting, loud, party animal twinkle he usually had, but more… involved. Like he had something he was determined to do. It was almost, dare I use the word while talking about him, romantic.
I let him lean over me. He pushed me back gently this time. I seemed to fall back to the grass as comfortably as if it were my bed back home. Pippin looked me hard in the eyes, the twinkle still there in his eyes. I didn’t giggle, though I could have. I just stared back at him; my eyes fixed, lips parted slightly. I wanted to tell Pippin right then and there, I wanted to tell him how special he was, how much I loved him.
But before word came, Pippin moved for my lips. And before I could stop it, I was in bliss.
Surprisingly, Pippin was passionate. He started off shy, slowly moving his tongue across my parted lips. He began to slip his tongue in when I opened my mouth fully. Slipping his tongue in and out, he would stop to lay a quick kiss on my lips, then go back for more. In the words of Juliet Capulet, he “kissed by the book”.
Deeper and deepr his tongue went, and I began to work mine more as well. Pippin began to pant, and pulled out of the kiss more often to breath heavy breaths of air over my mouth. But he would always go back for more and more. He started feeling my chest with his hands, but not in a greedy way. His hands were soft, kind and comforting. I didn’t even mind when he began to unbutton my blouse and rub his hands all about my milky white chest. It felt so right, letting him do this. It wasn’t until he began to kiss my down my chest lightly that I began to wonder how far he was planning on taking this.
He reached for my trouser buttons. I was about to stop him, but instead turned the grabbing motion of his hand into pulling off his very own tunic. He stopped a moment to sit up on my small hips and unbutton shirt. When he went back for me, he didn’t forget his plan. He went again for my the button of my trousers and undid it. He slid them off me slowly at first, caressing my thigh with his arm as he went down. At this point, I couldn’t help but let out my first moan.
It seemed Pippin liked it when I moaned, as he pulled my whole trousers off quite vigorously. I didn’t even tryo t stop him. He sat back and gave me a once over; My hair askew and damp on the grass around my head. My pale, bare, perky chest sticking up slightly with my blouse layed unbuttoned on either side of my arched back. All that was covering Pippin from his goal was a small pair of pale pink bloomers that I wore lightly over myself.
And not for long. Pippin pulled off the bloomers, revealing my nude body entirely. He traced his fingers lightly over my member, causing me to breath in sharply.
At my sharp breath his eyes shot up at me. I blushed furiously as he positioned himself. I wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, I wasn’t exactly sure he knew what he was doing. All I know was that it was thrust, thrust, thrust, and he had me moaning all night long. Right there, in the Shire fields, where we had spent every day together.
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