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Title: Music Of The Dance
Pairing: Frodo/Sam, Merry/Pippin Summary: Rhythm
A/N: For Semyaza
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MUSIC OF THE DANCE
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It’s like music, Frodo decides. Breathy whispers laid silken against his skin,
their rhythm a counterpoint to the rapid rise and fall of his own chest. His
body moves in cadence to the smooth pulse that beats a rising tempo against his
heart, echo and answer both to his own. The melody carries him, an easy sway and
rise, ‘til broad hands spark fire over his skin and he lifts in halting
crescendo. So few words necessary to this ancient song and he speaks them now, a
near-silent cry against tanned muscle. It’s like a dance, Merry decides. A push and pull of hands and limbs, a quick back-step on the downbeat and then a playful twist. A flourish where a slow, rolling swirl would be and Merry makes a turn-about, hastens his moves in a bid to catch up. Ancient, this dance; as old as time itself but this wonder that moves against him has some new tricks to teach it. Merry draws back, changes the tempo, only to be caught up in the sleek limbs that have yet again altered the steps and left him gasping. He closes his eyes, growls low. “Impatient Took.”
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