By: Dana
Summary: "What were you thinking, Peregrin Took? Were you even thinking at all?"
Characters: Pippin, Diamond, mention of Merry and Estella
Pairings: Pippin/Diamond (Merry/Pippin/Estella/Diamond)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het, sexual content, Tooks and tables, abuse of prose, polyamory mentioned
Author's Notes: Jen, you know that this is for you.
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with J.R.R. Tolkien or New Line Cinema. Any and all characters and situations that have been borrowed are for the author's personal use only, and for the entertainment of others.

Pippin's cheeks are blustered red from the cold and Diamond chides him as she pulls him from the front hall to the sitting room, putting him before the fire and shedding his clothing faster than he could even reason. His cloak hangs, sodden and iced, already near the front door. "What were you thinking, Peregrin Took? Were you even thinking at all?" It isn't just the tone of her voice, but the look upon her face, and Pippin's sides ache as he tries his best not to laugh.

His bracers went first, and then his shirt begins to follow, and she has worked free the buttons to the middle, where his skin is chilly, damp beneath. "You sound," he says, and he cannot help but grin, "just like Merry has, more than I recall. He's said that same to me, you know. Well, you've heard it yourself, so of course you know."

"Yes, well, you don't often think of your own well-being. One of – well – someone else must." The look on Diamond's face is stern, now, and Pippin's heart softens. He takes her face in his, with his cold hands and all, and tilts his mouth against hers, kissing her slow, sweet, and deep.

She groans, when he draws back. "I could never stay cross at you, even if it's what you most deserve." The stern expression melts from Diamond's face, then, like spring and the thaw, and she winds her arms about his bare waist, tilting up her head and nestling her face into the crook of his neck. Where, he's certain, she is still able to smell cold and winter on his skin. "I do love you. And I can't help myself, if help can be had, when I want you to take proper care of yourself, when I worry that you're not." She faintly shudders, and hugs him even tighter, and kisses bare skin, then says: "You must have ridden through the storm."

"It's not a storm," Pippin says, "just a light flurry." It's been three years since they've had a proper snow, and this is not a proper snow at all. Midday will come, and the light cover will melt away. A proper snow leaves drifts that a hobbit could lose himself in, even if one was as tall as Pippin is. Of course, there are those hobbits who think a proper snow is no snow at all.

"Well, you would say that," and she draws back, fingers hooking in the belt loops on his trousers, though he wears no belt.

"Where are our wayward Brandybucks gone to, Dinny, love?" he asks, and drops a kiss upon her forehead. She laughs, and she turns away, and then she sits him down in the chair that is closest to the fire – he can feel it warming clammy skin. "Well, I imagine I know where they are," he says, grunting softly when she crawls onto the chair and sits upon his lap.

And she says, "They are otherwise occupied in our bed."

He grins, and then noses her cheek, kissing along her jaw as she settles her arms firm about his waist. "You smell like apples, and cinnamon," he says. "Apple crumble, my love?"

"No," Diamond says, and squirms, and she squirms again when Pippin nibbles along the shape of her earlobe, causing her to groan. "Apple sponge, the way Merry likes it, with the last of the apple preserves baked inside – mmm," she groans, again, and Pippin settles his mouth against her pulse, breathing in her scent, and warmth, that clings to her skin.

"You're warm now," she murmurs, and kisses his cheek, and then along his jaw. "Now, are you wanting a taste?"

"More than that," he says, and grins, and she lets out a small shriek when he stands, carting her off as he does.

"Pippin – " she gasps, blushing, laughing. "What are you thinking? Are you thinking at all?"

"Oh, I am, I'm sure," he says, grinning still, taking her into the kitchen, where the scent of sweet apple hangs strongest in the air. "Now, I have a thought about me, but only one. I miss you, and I miss Merry, and I miss Estella, too, and what I want right now is you – all of you," and he kisses her, feeling the way she trembles, hearing her when he makes her moan.

"Pippin – "

"And I'm hungry, too," he says, teasing now, gently. "And I am thinking, when dear Meriadoc and Estella are finished, that they will be hungry, too. Whyever did you stay out, Diamond? Weren't you invited?"

"Well, of course," she gasps. "But I was waiting for you."

He hums, and kisses her throat, making her shudder and moan. His hands work free the laces that are tied tight at her back, and she laughs, near out of breath, pressing her own hands against his bare chest. "Pippin."

"Yes, love?" he grins, and she spreads her arms out, letting him finish with his work. Cloth whispers when it falls, and she stands in her underlinens, blushing despite herself, it seems, and shivering in spite of the warmth of the room. "You are lovely," Pippin says, and means it, and he is too lucky to have her in his life. He kisses her neck, and throat, and licks the taste of cinnamon off of her skin, her leaning back against the kitchen table (where they have the most of their meals), and him settling down on his knees, fingers hooking in cool cloth.

"Please," is all she says, and that is enough, and he bares skin slowly, all warm and sweet. He breathes in her scent, and feels the shudder of her breath when she is bared to him. He inches cloth further, and then he nuzzles her thigh, and Diamond faintly laughs.

"Pip – "

"Steady yourself," he says, and she does, and he spreads her, licking the warmth of her body and her taste. She groans out loud, and he feels her as she quake, and he noses her, nuzzling, licking and then sucking, and she loudly shouts his name. Then she groans, then moans again, and he can feel that her knees are near to going out. She cries out, again, at release, though her voice is weaker now, though Pippin does not stop until force ripples through her twice after, and she collapses into his embrace when he stands, steadying her, her grip white-knuckled at the table's edge.

"I've missed you," he says, and had it been that long? It feels as though it has, though he knows it hasn't. It isn't right when business takes him so very far away. It isn't right when he finds himself stuck at Great Smials, and he should have thought to invite her along, at least, as certainly Merry and Estella could find other ways to occupy their time. He doesn't want her feeling left out.

Diamond chuckles, presses closer, winds her arms about him. "I want you in me, and I want you now," she whispers, says, and Pippin feels heat, and groans. He is surprised that she helps with his trousers, and cloth falls and pools about his feet, and he steps free and presses her even firmer against the hard wood of the table. "Right here," she gasps. "Right here."

He lifts her up and steadies her against the table, and blood rushes in his ears as she lies out flat on the table and it probably isn't sturdy enough, he thinks, but it holds for the moment when he pulls himself up and joins her. She's all but glowing, radiant and lovely, soft-eyed and sweet, and he presses his mouth to hers and grips her tight and she wraps her arms about his waist, pulling him between her thighs. Hard and hot and ready, and she's slick and wet and right, and he groans in relief when he buries himself in her. She clutches at him, all limbs wound about him, and Diamond's breath catches. Pippin swallows it, and kisses her hard, and she groans when he rocks into her, a steady in and out. Tight heat, such bliss, and there are stars behind his eyes.

The table rocks beneath them. Pippin cannot care.

The world could crash about or the table could, and still he wouldn't mind. Not when Diamond is so right and giving and Pippin loses himself in her, and ages could pass, and still he would not see. She cries out, his name, loud again and hoarse, blinded with need, and he sucks that breath from her mouth, and then the next. Steady, steady. Almost there, and Diamond cries out, weakly clutching at him, and those stars that dance behind his vision burst and fire burns in him, and then he all but bursts. He stills against her, and Diamond is warm and damp beneath her, and she chuckles, worn and sated, and kisses his throat.

"How I love you," she breathes.

He nuzzles her cheek, and then her mouth, kissing her sweet, and slow. "And I you, light of my heart."

Diamond smiles, and laughs softly, and closes her eyes. Her legs ease down from about him, and Pippin all but collapses atop her. "I suppose," she says, grunting softly, "that we should move."

He says nothing, but soon enough they do.

Merry and Estella, wrapped in their robes, find them in the sitting room, curled in the plush chair before the fire, nude and sated, and sharing bits and pieces of the apple sponge, sweet apple jam on their fingers and their lips.

There is more than enough to share.