elderberrywine | Lavender oil, hmmm?

Lavender oil, hmmm?

Well, then. Seems as though there are three ingredients required here - hobbits, NC-17 bits, and lavender oil. Those of you who read my Shire Morns fics know that there are certainly plenty of hobbits therein, there are some NC-17 bits, but there's a distinct lack of the third ingredient. Sam is here to demonstrate why.

Title: Testament to Love
Author: Elderberry Wine
Pairing: F/S
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 2093
Summary: Frodo finds Sam can still surprise him, Sam finds that Frodo can be gratifyingly singleminded at times, and Fatty pronounces the buttered toast of the highest quality. PWP, part of the Shire Morns series.

Frodo lifted his head from that enticing indentation, just within Sam’s collarbone, and panted, with an unmistakable note of annoyance, “What do you mean there is no butter, Sam? Surely there is some in the larder, at least. Really, there is always some butter, somewhere!”

Sam groaned, and his distress could not have been more obvious. “Oh, Frodo, I didna think, love, and there’s Fatty to come this afternoon.” He hadn’t planned on being this low on butter, and really, there were a good many things about their current predicament on which he had not planned. Chiefly among them was the look Frodo had given him over his mug of ale at luncheon, and the unexpected but always alluring sensation of a certain set of toes creeping up his leg under the table. He did have to admit that he just might have stretched his leg out a bit in that direction, testing the waters, so to speak, but he really had not planned anything out much further than that. He was, after all, not that experienced at this seduction business.

The thought though, of insufficient buttered toast to set in front of Fatty, was quite alarming as well and nearly took his mind off of their current situation. It would have indeed, if it had not been for a certain part of his body that was insisting that proceedings continue, butter or no, and his awareness that Frodo was in a like condition. There were, of course, alternatives, so he tried a different tack, dexterously rolling Frodo to his side, and starting to kiss and nibble his way down Frodo’s throat and chest, bound for nether regions.

Frodo, however, was having none of this. “No, Sam,” he very nearly growled, slithering downward in the bed until he was face to face with a startled Sam. “I really, really want you. And butter.” But then his face suddenly cleared, and he gave a merry crow, his eyes sparkling. “I should have remembered! My cousins were here just last week, and where you find them together, you will usually also find. . .” And abruptly scrambling to his feet, leaving a taken aback Sam in their bed, he was gone.

It was not, while Sam lay on the disheveled bedclothes, staring at the packed earthen ceiling and wondering what, in the name of all the stars above, Merry and Pippin had to do with this as he valiantly tried to disregard a certain aching and throbbing, long before Frodo burst back into the room, with a triumphant smile and something hidden in his hands. There was no mistaking, however, that sudden aroma and Sam’s heart, among other personal items, sank.

“Lavender oil!” Frodo announced with delight, plopping the small stoppered flask on the bedside table and gleefully hopping onto the bed again next to Sam. “Who needs butter, really? This is every bit as slippery, and smells better, too.”

Sam smiled weakly. Perhaps there were matters that he should have mentioned to Frodo a long while ago, but since the issue never seemed to come up, there had appeared to be no need. This, he was very sure, was not the right time. Frodo’s smile was alluring beyond belief, with that hint of mischief that always promised marvels, and those clever hands of his were already busily at work. Sam therefore wrapped a greedy arm about Frodo’s neck, found his mouth, and steadfastly resolved to not give in to doubts. After all, this was Frodo in his arms, and a very determined and ardent Frodo at that. What else could possibly be of importance compared to that?

If he had detected any momentary lapse of interest of Sam’s part, Frodo gave no sign of it. Indeed, Sam gave him no opportunity to do so by immediately returning to the course of action that he had been pursuing, prior to Frodo having become distracted by the thought of an alternative to the missing butter. Frodo, this time, was more than delighted to allow Sam to continue along this vein, for at least awhile, as he closed his eyes and arched his back, his hands finding purchase in those familiar golden curls. He sighed in sheer bliss, as Sam’s clever tongue found its rhythm, and for an instant, dreamily considered that it was hours before Fatty was to arrive, and really, that was more than enough time to allow themselves to indulge in any activity they wished, and that perhaps he should just encourage Sam’s decision to continue along this course as long as he desired, because he knew he had passed the point where he could ever have stopped Sam, even on the remote likelihood that he had wanted to do so, for Sam’s lips were beyond exceptional, and what his tongue was able to do was the most marvelous thing he had ever known, and it wouldn’t be very long now, as much as he would try to cling to the edge, before he would be compelled to surrender to the bliss of love’s fulfillment. And just as he moaned in ecstasy and felt himself achingly close to the brink, there was a sudden loud explosion and a sharp pain in what had been so exceedingly close to gratification, and Frodo gave an involuntary yowl as his eyes flew open in bewilderment.

“Pardon,” came a slightly muffled response down below his waist and he sat up to see a rather rosy Sam energetically rubbing his nose.

Frodo glared down at him, unable to help but feel that that really could have waited just, oh, half a minute longer, and mentioned, with some asperity, “You didn’t seem to be coming down with anything at lunch, Sam.”

Sam sighed, and decided that the truth was, as usual, the best course of action. “It’s the lavender, Frodo,” he revealed, propping himself on his side with an elbow. “Makes me sneeze. Allus has.”

“Ah,” Frodo commented, suddenly enlightened on many fronts, the corner of his mouth beginning to tug up ever so slightly. “So that is why I’m always the one to straighten up the guest room after my cousins pay us a visit.”

“Aye,” Sam allowed, rather sheepishly, as the corners of his mouth began to answer Frodo’s. “Sneeze something fierce when I try. Oh, I know there’s naught better in the world than lavender for bees, no mistake, but ‘tis the Cottons as must keep a patch o’it in these parts, I’m afraid.” But he abruptly took on a distracted look, as he said that, and began rubbing his nose heartily again.

Frodo couldn’t keep back his laugh at that sight. “Oh, now, Sam, my love, that’s hardly going to put you in the proper frame of mind. Very well, I’ll put it back where it won’t be vexing you any longer, and go take another look through the larder. Surely there must be another alternative.”

Sam simply couldn’t help it, however, as he gave an embarrassed glance in Frodo’s direction, between rubs. He had never, ever, been able to resist a laughing Frodo. “Bugger my nose,” he grumbled, as he made a sudden lunge for a startled Frodo.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly your nose I had in mind,” was all Frodo managed to get out, with a shriek of delight, before he was well and truly covered by Sam, and Sam’s mouth suddenly was keeping his own very occupied indeed. The next several minutes were thereby taken up in the most delightful way, with Frodo finding, with great satisfaction, that whatever else about Sam that might be distracted by the fragrance, it certainly wasn’t his tongue, which was frisky and clever indeed in meeting and teasing Frodo’s own, even though it had to be withdrawn unexpectedly from time to time, as its owner was forced to quickly bury his face in the pillow next to Frodo’s head and surrender to a quick and stealthy explosion. But Frodo had reached that silly state where he found Sam’s predicament to be the most amusing dilemma ever, and oddly stimulating. And Sam, Frodo quickly found, as he drew himself tightly against Sam’s body, was obviously resolved to pay such minor inconveniences no mind at all, when there were more pressing, and indeed, more enhanced matters awaiting completion.

Finally, after an especially heroic eruption, Frodo felt that, lovely as this was, there really wasn’t any point in continuing their current activity, when there were such enticing alternatives, and it was more than manifest that Sam was in the same frame of mind. Reaching behind his head, he grabbed for a pillow to shove under his hips, but was slightly flummoxed when Sam quickly reversed their positions, with himself under Frodo. “Too distracted, dearie,” he gasped with a grin, seeing Frodo’s raised eyebrow. “But you go on, now, love, don’t you be stoppin’ any o’this.”

Certainly, that was not an invitation he had to give Frodo more than once. After all, it didn’t really matter to either one of them exactly which position in which they happened to end up on a given evening, or afternoon, in this case. With a fervent kiss, he signaled his assent to Sam’s proposal, and reached for the bedside vial. “Oh, dearie, oh Frodo,” Sam sighed happily as Frodo’s oiled finger found him. His own hand sought and quickly located Frodo and most especially, the part of Frodo that ached for Sam’s touch the most. “Oh, me darling, oh. . . my!” And it was with amazing speed that Sam grabbed behind his head for another pillow and managed to allow it to intercede between their faces just in time.

Frodo laughed again, but this time rather thoughtfully, if such a thing was possible. For he had discovered that a sneezing Sam had the most, erm, interesting contractions. This was, indeed, a discovery that warranted further study. So it was not long at all before he had progressed past the finger, and he found that, yes, this unexpectedly intermittent interruption of their normal rhythm was oddly appealing and stimulating. The last thing he wished, to be sure, that Sam should think that his sneezing was interfering in any way with their mutual pleasure, so he was ferocious indeed in his assault on Sam’s mouth, throat, eartips, and generally any location that he knew gave Sam special gratification. And it wasn’t long at all before he knew, by Sam’s moans of ecstasy, the way he writhed under Frodo’s attentions, and above all, the delectable feel of Sam in his voracious hand, that Sam was not far off from the point that he was blissfully at himself. Oddly enough, Sam’s sneezes had also settled into a rhythm, so it was not at all unexpected when an especially hearty blast managed to culminate developments most satisfactorily all way around.

But they had barely a chance to lie, limp and panting, and in the case of one of the parties, still sneezing on occasion, before there was a natty tattoo pounded on the front door. “Fatty,” they both breathed in unison, exchanging a glance of resigned amusement.

“Very well, Sam, love, I’ll take this unfortunate bottle back down the hall, and you may as well air out the room a bit whilst I see to Fatty.” Frodo quickly shrugged his clothing, which had been left in a heap, back on again and started out of the room. But just as a second verse was thumped on the door, with feeling, he turned back and flashed a mischievous smile at Sam. “And you might want to give your face a bit of a wash, my dear. It’s slightly on the sticky side, you know. But absolutely adorable, nevertheless.”

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Fatty never knew why his innocent remark regarding the quality of the buttered toast sent the two residents of Bag End into gales of merriment, but then he had long ago admitted to himself there was a good deal about the two of them that was beyond his ken, even past the inexplicable refusal to see his beloved Lobelia for the bewitching creature she truly was. So when Sam got it into his head to pop down to Number Three, before they lost the last bit of evening light, to fetch some more butter, and that remark set Frodo into a fit of giggling once again, he merely shook his head tolerantly and gave them a serene smile in return. At least breakfast would be suitably plentiful tomorrow even if it was to be, he suspected, a trifle late.

And many thanks to

frodosweetstuff and

bagma for arranging this glorious summer fest!

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Oh, that was cute. Sam allergic to lavender! How disastrous for this challenge, lol! Darling fic, dahlink. ;)

Hee, thanks! Two of my sisters are, so I know it's very possible...;D

But Our Sam steps right up and carries on! Whatta hobbit.

Oh no, poor Sam! But it sounds like things worked out well in the end anyway.

Sam is able to overlook a lot when he has a goal in mind. But when that goal is a blissfully happy Frodo (and himself!), sneezing fits are indeed a minor detail.

This is just a delightful romp. I was giggling along with Frodo by the time Sam made his confession. The style is lively and clever, and the dialogue is so funny. And I'd have been laughing right along with them when Fatty mentioned the buttered toast.

I'm glad it gave you a giggle! Poor Fatty rather has the feeling that somewhere there was an entire conversation that he missed out on, but the other two are very clearly not going to clue him in. Good thing he's an easy going chap. And that Sam really does do a fine plate of buttered toast. Among other accomplishments. ;D

This is a wonderful. Proving that truly the power of a good alergic reaction can delight even the best of hobbits.
Thanks for sharing this with us all.

There isn't much that does not delight a hobbit when it comes to creature comforts, I think! Allergies are a very minor inconvenience, when it comes to that. Thank you!

Awww, that's wonderful, EBW. Sam alergic to lavender *giggles*
You made me smile and giggle and sigh. Just gorgeous, my dear.
I love how you write them.
Thank you, darling! *mwah*

Can you imagine what he's going through in the beautiful field above? *points up* I'm afraid it's butter all the way for Sam!

Thank you, my dear!

*giggles madly* OMG, excellent!!! A lavender allergy!! Omigosh, poor Sam!! :D

What a great idea and how wonderfully you wrote it. I loved the style - so humorous, loving and full of great images and brilliant wordplay (and Sam’s heart, among other personal items, sank). *happy sigh*

I loved how they find the situation funny and are laughing and how in the end the sneezing enhances the sexual experience!!!!!!! I thought it was a lovely touch that Frodo decides to top and oooh, the ending was sooooo funny with Fatty not understanding why Fordo and Sam don't see "Lobelia for the bewitching creature she truly was". *giggles madly*

Thank you for this wonderful excursion to the Shire Morn universe, the very inspired explanation why it doesn't feature any lavender oil and for this fic which was as delightful as a loving F/S tumble. Thank you for this great contribution to the Lavender Oil Challenge!! *hugs*

*goes away wondering what to send Sam for Yule this year, now that lavender soap is out of the question* :D

(And sorry that this comment comes so late after I posted the link to this but RL got in the way!)

I knew there was some reason I had never written about lavender oil, so Sam very kindly explained it to me. I'm so glad you enjoyed the F/S tumble - sex is always better when you can laugh, I think!

I'm afraid that that lavender soap will be going straight to Marigold, alas!

I'm so glad it gave you a laugh, and darn that RL, anyway!

Yes, sex and laughing is a good combination and I bet you felt like J.K. Rowling when you discovered that you could find a great explanation for something you never mentioned before... :)

No no, I'll keep the soap. Maybe I can find some really really good butter.

*huggles*

ahaha! Great! Sneezing! Sam is so cute :) I can't believe how all of you managed to find such original ideas :) My drawing was more on the classical side, I should say.

This is brilliant! Hurray for lavender and its defenders! :p

Sam is adorable no matter what he does. *Frodo nods head in firm agreement*

Glad it tickled you! ;D

Oh, my, this was so much fun! I was really curious about Sam's problem, then rocking with giggles as the cause of the sneezing was revealed. What a wonderful twist to have him allergic to lavender! And then you put his allergic reaction to such inventive use, LOL! I love how playful and passionate they are with each other, and how determined they are that this minor problem won't stop their lovemaking. The inclusion of Fatty into the mix was perfect too. So cleverly and humorously written and a picture of true, exuberant hobbit love! *g*

Nothing stops these two. When one is in it for the long haul, one learns how to rise above this sort of petty inconvenience. ;)

Thank you very much, I'm glad it was fun!

Oh, my. This just proves how stalwart Sam is - he carries on despite any obstacle!

Very cleverly written and so amusing!

Sam is a pinnacle of strength. Even whilst sneezing.

And Frodo is an ardent fan of that pinnacle. *w*

Thank you very much!

This is wonderful!! I love that Sam was willing to sacrifice himself so despite his allergy - and what a great solution to his sneezing - Frodo tops!! I can just see them breaking out into giggle fits with Fatty - you have put such a big, happy, sloppy, grin on my face!!

BTW - I recently got a chance to read the Shire Morn series and absolutely loved it!!

Putting a grin on your face, and better yet, a big, happy, sloppy one, pleases me no end!

Thank you very much, and I'm so glad you enjoyed Shire Morns. It's indeed my happy place. :)

And. . . . you might notice Shire Morns Frodo tops rather frequently. He is the elder, after all! :D

Bwahaha, who knew allergies could be so stimulating? What a delightful story, and I'm very glad Sam did not let his predicament get the better of him!

With deepest apologies to my sisters, who actually are allergic to lavender, I commend Sam on his fortitude. Frodo has a special thank=you in store, I might add. Fatty is in for an extremely late first breakfast. May as well call it second, and go on for elevensies.

Oh my dear, this was absolutely charming and funny, as well as incredibly hot! I love that although Sam is allergic to lavender, he stubbornly perseveres until he achieves his goal, no matter what... 'you might want to give your face a bit of a wash, my dear' *giggles* Thank you for a most delightful romp into the Shire Morns universe!

Thank you so much on the hotness thing!

I do worry that my NC-17s are perhaps not all they are advertised to be, you see. . .

Thank you so much, and Sam is reassuringly dependable about that sort of thing. Frodo knows when he is quite well off, indeed.

So glad you enjoyed it!

How I love this story! No surprise, really, because I love everything you write (must tell you more often). But this one immediately became one of my favourites. Because it's about laugh and sex, the healthiest combination of two activities ever.
Frodo slithering down in the bed, intercepting a startled Sam - I could picture this, it's soo funny. And "Sam's heart, among other personal items, sank" while Frodo is all determination and enthusiasm: "who needs butter, really?" I couldn't stop giggling.
I also LOVED Sam's "equation", so to speak, ("After all this was Frodo in his arms") leading to the most wonderful activities and resulting - luckily, in retrospect - in the funniest anti-climax (is there such a word?) ever!

There is so much love here: our guys always immediately put their own needs aside ("Surely there must be another alternative.").
Oh I could go on quoting, e.g. "He had never, ever, been able to resist a laughing Frodo." Could I resist? Never!
And Alleluia to lavender oil when it leads to Frodo topping! And what a lovemaking that was!! Didn't you tell me once that you are grounded in music? There it was again: your great sense of rhythm - Sam's sneezes. Hilarious!

The last paragraph is adorable, too. It left me with a huge grin on my face. Twice. I read this - just had to - again on my way to work today.

Thank you, Ma'am.

Anne

I must admit, when I saw this title on the e-mail, I really did a double take. Dang, those spammers are getting cheeky! Oh, wait a tick, that's right, I wrote that, didn't I. ;D

Laughter and sex really are the best combination, I'm in total agreement. Nothing is sexier, IMHO, that a partner with whom you can laugh. And I especially think that's true when both partners are truly on an equal footing, which is definitely the way I see F & S. (I do, I'll have you know, take care that they both top about equally in Shire Morns - but ssh. That's our little secret. *sly wink*)

I'm so glad it gave you a laugh! And you're so right about the music thing - that was quite a crescendo (and accelerando - hee!) they had going!

Thank you for such lovely feedback!

Love this! What a sweet couple your Frodo and Sam are, and very sexy too! You write charmingly, and I think you deserve an award for this sentence: He sighed in sheer bliss, as Sam’s clever tongue found its rhythm, and for an instant, dreamily considered that it was hours before Fatty was to arrive, and really, that was more than enough time to allow themselves to indulge in any activity they wished, and that perhaps he should just encourage Sam’s decision to continue along this course as long as he desired, because he knew he had passed the point where he could ever have stopped Sam, even on the remote likelihood that he had wanted to do so, for Sam’s lips were beyond exceptional, and what his tongue was able to do was the most marvelous thing he had ever known, and it wouldn’t be very long now, as much as he would try to cling to the edge, before he would be compelled to surrender to the bliss of love’s fulfillment. Phew! That's almost a story in itself!

Thanks for this wonderful read!

Ahahaha! That was my mother of all run-on sentences because you know when it feels so good and you want it to go on and on, and nothing else really quite matters, and oh stars above where did he ever learn this, and the only reason you are ever going to stop is because you. . . Oh, damn and double damn.

Can we all feel Frodo's pain for a moment? ;D

Thank you so very much!

Bwahahahaha, fantastic. Hot and funny and sweet, all rolled into one. :D

Hey, you! *gives you a hug and twirls you around* Checking in on teh hobbits, eh?

Why, thank you so much, m'dear, we aims to please, we does. ;D

:D :D :D

Bless him! I love your sneezy Sam emerging from the covers, rubbing his nose and the resulting interesting effect. :D

Lovely and warm and intimate. :-)

Sneezy Sam can't help but be the cutest ever. Frodo thoroughly approves of him, no matter in what condition.

Thank you very much! :D

For he had discovered that a sneezing Sam had the most, erm, interesting contractions. This was, indeed, a discovery that warranted further study.

*snickering* There is no situation these two will not turn to their advantage, down to the most minute detail!! I loved this. lol

Frodo is nothing if not observant. Not that he'd dream of putting poor Sam through that on a regular basis, but, you know, it's a ill wind, etc., etc.

Now I can just imagine the next time Sam catches a chill. "Oh, Saaaam. . . " Hee!

Thanks and I'm glad it gave you the lolz!

I'd never thought one could mix eroticism and allergies and the result would be so delightful and hot! And Frodo on top, mmmm.... Now they'll just have to wait for Frodo to get a cold and then reverse their position.

Thank you very much for this adorable story!

Heh, why, thank you. Shire Morns Frodo, BTW, will top, bottom, or even sideways if he gets a chance, and Sam has his talents as well even if they are, as here, involuntary. Hardy pair, those two. Great stamina. ;)

Ooooh, that's a very nice addition to your great Shire Morns series.

Oh poor Sam, who couldn't think he was allergic to lavender? I really was surprised to read that Sam's heart sank when he smelled it, then I understood.

Lovely, clever and wonderfully written, thank you very much!

*hugs*

Poor Sam hates to be a complainer, and tried his best not to let Frodo catch on, but trust Frodo to turn it to both of their advantage! Clever hobbit, that Frodo. ;D

Thank you very much, my dear!

*hugs you back*

Somehow I missed this until now. Delightful... I love your wit.

Best chuckle for me (although really there are too many to choose): "...he just might have stretched his leg out a bit in that direction..."

Oh, gee, I also have to single out "especially heroic eruption" and other terms to describe the sneezes. Poor Sam! And my poor sides from laughing!

*checks in after a dodgy week*

Aw, thanks, m'dear! So glad it gave you the giggles.

And might I just add that when you can laugh in bed, you've got it made.

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Lavender oil, hmmm?

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I really, really want you. And butter.

Re: I really, really want you. And butter.

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