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“I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Sam put down the blanket he was holding and looked at Frodo, who leaned against the door frame and watched his beloved changing the sheets.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
Sam kept silent. Frodo had barely spoken about their quest since they were back at the Shire, even though they lived together. He prefered comfortable silence and understanding around the subject.
The expression on Sam’s face became concerned.
“Frodo, love, it’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it. I know how hard it is for you, and I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through with that cursed thing around your - “
But he was cut off when Frodo practically leaped forward and hugged him so fiercely, he lost his balance and they both fell on the bed, Frodo on top of Sam. Sam was secretly delighted that his beautiful Frodo had gained enough weight since their quest to do so.
Frodo cupped Sam’s cheeks and looked straight into his love’s golden eyes.
“You deserve to hear it, Sam. You’re so wonderful. And sometimes I fear you deserve someone who tells you this more often.”
Sam looked at him with the softest expression on his face, his eyes slightly watery. “Oh, Frodo...” he mumbled, not daring to look away. “You’re enough. Anything you can give me is enough.”
Frodo kissed the bridge of Sam’s nose softly and rested his head on Sam’s chest.
“You’re the wonderful one,” Sam continued, stroking Frodo’s dark curls. “You’re so strong, my love. I just kept my promise to never lose you, and I sure hope I’ll keep it for the rest of my life.”
Frodo looked up, suddenly looking mischievous, almost as care-free as he once were.
“Just kept a promise?” He asked, an amused expression on his face. “Didn’t realize you’re with me just because some nonsense Gandalf said to you years ago.”
Sam rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist the smile forming on his lips. “Come on, you know what I mean... I’m a simple Hobbit. A gardener. Nothing special.”
“Nothing special,” Frodo nodded, “except for the world’s prettiest smile - “ he kissed the left corner of Sam’s lips twice, “and the cutest nose,” then the tip of his nose, “and your hair smells so good...” he burried his face in Sam’s neck, who’s cheeks turned into a bright red.
“Okay, I get it, you can stop now.”
“But I won’t,” Frodo exclaimed. “I love your voice, it’s like Elvish music to me,” he kissed Sam’s neck, then his jawline. “And your arms... they’re so strong. They make me feel so secure. They carried me through Mordor, Sam. You carried me when I couldn’t carry myself.”
Sam would have said something, if he wasn’t so overwhelmed by the gentleness in which Frodo placed a trail of small kisses going from his upper left arm to his hand. He tried to catch his breath, but Frodo kept going.
“And your hands make such wonderful things.” Sam felt a kiss on each of his knuckles. “Look at our garden, Sam. It’s all you. And your cooking is incredible. It feels like home. You feel like home. Your hands... they just know me. Nothing has ever touched me with such care. You know how to use them to help me calm, or to make me laugh, or, well...” Frodo winked and looked down for a second. Sam couldn’t help but giggle.
Then Frodo crawled down and pulled Sam’s shirt up a little, pressing his cheek against the soft skin of his belly.
“You’re the best Hobbit to cuddle with. You envelope me and you’re soft and warm and feeling you so close to me keeps me grounded,” he murmured and kissed Sam’s soft belly, the one he couldn’t help snuggling against.
Sam blushed and looked away. “Frodo...”
“I’m not done,” Frodo said and crawled back up. He unbottoned three of the bottons on Sam’s shirt and finally, kissed him over his heart. He tried to say something, but the only sound to leave his mouth was a surprised yelp as Sam flipped them over, pinned Frodo’s hands down over his head and kissed him deeply.
The kiss began eager, tongues and teeth moving quickly in search of more angels and more places to kiss. After a few moments they slowed down to countless small and tender kisses, and later to a gentle brushing of lips.
When Sam finally pulled away, delighted and slightly panting, he was greeted by Frodo’s irresistable smile, and pressed another soft kiss to his lips.
“It’s you, my dear Frodo. You’re everything.”