Too Long to Wait: Soothed
Frodo rested in Aragorn’s embrace, sighing in contentment.
Aragorn’s hands rested under his nightshirt on his bare,
protruding belly. He snuggled closer to Aragorn, covering
Aragorn’s hands with his own. “Do you feel him kicking?”
“Sweet,” Aragorn murmured, kissing Frodo’s ear and rubbing
his hands over Frodo’s abdomen. “He has trouble sleeping?”
Frodo gasped at a particularly large kick. The baby was
awfully restless, and Frodo felt a twinge of guilt. He had
to wonder if the baby’s restlessness was related to the
rich meal he and Aragorn had shared. Frodo smiled in
memory of the shredded meat, tender from being cooked all
day in a wine-based sauce, potatoes like delicate nuggets
of gold, mushrooms sliced so thin that they melted in his
mouth.
Aragorn placed his hands more purposefully over the taut
skin. “Yes,” He said hoarsely. “I feel it. Shhhh, little
one, go to sleep.” He chuckled, nuzzling his rough cheek
against Frodo’s ear.
Frodo was surprised by the tingling that surged down to his
groin and awakened that which had rested since he had found
out about the baby. Oh, it had been such an awfully long
time since Aragorn had made love to him! Frodo twisted
around until he was facing Aragorn, though his belly
created an annoying barrier. He stretched his arms around
Aragorn’s neck and closed his eyes, and the Man accepted
the offered lips with delight.
After a warm, moist kiss that seemed to last forever,
Aragorn clutched Frodo’s shoulders. “Can you…?” he asked,
his voice trembling slightly.
Frodo smiled. “It will not bring on the baby…Koslorn says-“
Frodo broke off, his face flaming.
Aragorn tilted Frodo’s chin up. “You spoke with Koslorn
about this?”
Frodo opened his mouth. Oh, it was useless to deny it. He
could not tell whether Aragorn was upset or…well, now his
lips were twitching.
“You’re laughing at me…” Frodo said, slapping Aragorn’s
hand.
“No, no, you must tell me,” Aragorn said in a playful
voice. “Did you discuss what we do in the royal bed with
Koslorn?”
“Well, I…” Frodo didn’t think his face could get hotter.
“It came up…”
“And what did our esteemed healer say on the matter?”
“He said…he said it would not harm the baby.”
“He did, did he?” Aragorn grinned, letting his hands slip
under Frodo’s nightshirt again. Frodo snuggled as close as
possible as Aragorn’s hands set fire to everything inside
him.
Afterwards, he lay snug inside Aragorn’s embrace, relishing
the sticky wet between his thighs, his bottom still
throbbing pleasurably. Aragorn had slipped into a satisfied
slumber. Frodo grasped his belly, puzzled by the baby’s
lack of movement. His cheeks flamed as he wondered what
the baby must have felt as he and Aragorn had ground
mercilessly against each other, their hoarse cries
certainly heard through Frodo’s delicate skin. Perhaps the
babe had been rocked to sleep by the motion, but Frodo
truly believed that the babe was soothed by the love
between those who had given him life.
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