>>>>>Frodo shifted around a little, rested his head on Sam's belly, hearing the gurgle of his stomach and feeling firm muscles under a layer of healthy hobbit-flesh. "Better," he murmured; his voice half-muffled to him with the constant rushing rumble of Sam's life under his ear.
no subject
*smooches*
no subject
*smooches back*
PS. i started the essay on courtyard, hurrah! /geek
no subject
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
no subject