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Alright... I said I have been working on a story and I have ~ Really, I have. Today is a good day I think to share a little snippet; a very small snippet. I am still working on it so it is not beta'd, but I am getting closer and closer to finishing. BTW... this will be my very first story.
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Frodo could feel the wind picking up and hear the faint rumbles of thunder off in the distance.
In his mind, he was watching Sam in the garden as the rain began to fall. Sam was soaked through to the skin within seconds and his shirt clung to every inch of him like a glove. It was almost as if he had no shirt on at all. Frodo could see every muscle and every ripple with every movement Sam made. And just as suddenly as Sam had appeared, he himself appeared and now, he saw them both standing in the rain; both being drenched by the cool, pelting droplets splashing off their heated skin and trickling from their hair. He saw himself pressed up against Sam, their mouths crushing together in a passionate kiss. He saw himself stripping Sam of that shirt and running his hands all up and down those strong, wet, hard-muscled arms of his; then those same strong arms grasping him and yanking him up close again and taking him to the ground.
He felt a sharp pain shoot from his gut to his groin, startling him out of his reverie. He let out an audible gasp and then sucked it right back in and closed his eyes as strong arms slowly wrapped around his waist, hugging him tight and pulling him sideways away from the stove. Then he heard a low, husky voice in his ear…
“Could you be... needin’ a hand, Mr. Frodo?”
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Frodo could feel the wind picking up and hear the faint rumbles of thunder off in the distance.
In his mind, he was watching Sam in the garden as the rain began to fall. Sam was soaked through to the skin within seconds and his shirt clung to every inch of him like a glove. It was almost as if he had no shirt on at all. Frodo could see every muscle and every ripple with every movement Sam made. And just as suddenly as Sam had appeared, he himself appeared and now, he saw them both standing in the rain; both being drenched by the cool, pelting droplets splashing off their heated skin and trickling from their hair. He saw himself pressed up against Sam, their mouths crushing together in a passionate kiss. He saw himself stripping Sam of that shirt and running his hands all up and down those strong, wet, hard-muscled arms of his; then those same strong arms grasping him and yanking him up close again and taking him to the ground.
He felt a sharp pain shoot from his gut to his groin, startling him out of his reverie. He let out an audible gasp and then sucked it right back in and closed his eyes as strong arms slowly wrapped around his waist, hugging him tight and pulling him sideways away from the stove. Then he heard a low, husky voice in his ear…
“Could you be... needin’ a hand, Mr. Frodo?”