By: Dana
Summary: What starts with teasing and fun in the garden.
Characters: Diamond, Merry, Pippin, mention of Estella
Pairings: Merry/Pippin/Diamond (Merry/Pippin/Diamond/Estella)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Polyamory, slash, het, sexual content
Author's Notes: Written for the "I'm Doing WHO?!" challenge at hobbit_smut.
Beta by the one and only Jen.
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.

"Make her stop," Pippin gasps, and Diamond grins, glancing sideways at Merry where he crouches in tall grass, chrysanthemum and autumn leaves and apple sweetness in the air. The very last of the last day's light is a soft glow from the west, and it sets off the grey in the depths of his eyes. She had not meant for work to turn to play, when they had come out from the house to her garden. The chrysanthemums are blooming, yes, and the trees are changing colours, red and gold with only bare hints of summer and lingering green. There is work to be done, yes, and Estella will soon be home. Pippin shudders. Merry laughs and, at length, replies.

"No, Pip. I'll let her do as she wishes."

Pippin groans. Diamond grins. Of the three, she is least ticklish, something that she often uses to her own best advantage; having been friends long before they'd been lovers, she knows all the places that Pippin is ticklish, and where he is most ticklish, too. A spot that (and this needs mentioning) he managed to somehow hide from Merry all these years.

And Diamond knows well that if she pushes very lightly against the back of his knee, where the skin is soft and sensitive, as she is doing now, Pippin will lie perfectly still, as if he can't possibly move and as if he can't possibly breathe.

"I don't think your Merry will be helping you, now," Diamond whispers, and Pippin shudders, eyes closing tight as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth. His leg is up at an angle, supported by Diamond, with one leg of his trousers pushed back, Diamond's thumb pressed light against his skin, her other hand a much lighter touch at his thigh. No, she had not meant for work to turn to play, but Pippin had started it, as it often is.

No, she thinks, it doesn't seem that Merry will help.

Then, and a smile sets itself upon her mouth, and she turns her gaze to Merry: "Rather funny, don't you think, how easy it was to topple such a mighty knight of Gondor."

"Well," Merry laughs, "the Troll was playing fair."

"I suppose he has a point," Diamond says, moving her finger slightly, causing Pippin to shudder and gasp. "As I am playing anything but fair."

Pippin grumbles something thoroughly improper under his breath, and Diamond laughs, then, setting her mouth against Pippin's, and kissing him and the warm breath that escaped from between his lips.

And after, "Wherever did you learn to be so very devious, Diamond, love?" he asks, eyes flickering closed, soft and sudden like the first falling snow. His mouth works upon itself, and he gasps again, almost laughing out loud. It cannot be said that he is not enjoying himself, for there is a rather noticeable bulge in his trousers, and she kisses him, again, instead of responding, as her palm moves against him. And she smiles, too, letting her fingers curve at his knee, rubbing her thumb in small circles as his breath hitches, and he almost laughs and shrieks.

"Diamond - " he gasps.

"Well, look at that," and Merry's voice seems to grin. "Seems our Pippin has gone speechless."

"Well," Diamond laughs, "that's rare."

Rare enough, yes, for their Pippin - yes, theirs - certainly does like using his mouth. Diamond turns her head and looks sideways, waiting to see what Merry is saying, or if he is waiting, or just what it is he's wanting to do. But Merry is watching, and his gaze is steady, glowing dark, like the gathering dusk. She is slightly anxious, because, whatever it is she's feeling, she feels that Merry is more Pippin's than he is hers, and she is more Pippin's than Merry's. He smiles, and whatever uneasiness she might have felt, and she had felt it, diffuses outwards into the cooling air.

Pippin twitches and groans when she rubs and squeezes, his hardness growing. He is stuck, still, and he gasps, his voice almost shrill. "You definitely aren't playing fair."

"Is that what you think?" she asks, and she cannot keep the amusement from her voice, not as she presses firm against him and it seems he is ready to jump from his skin.

Pippin nods, and his breath comes in a wheeze. "Yes. Because it… oh… isn't fair at… oh! All! And Merry, being all the way…" he shudders, closing his eyes, and groans, soft and low and sweet. "All the way over there… when you are here… doing all this… work."

Diamond grins, looking sideways back at Merry, but Merry is moving even before she has a chance to say, You know, Merry, Pippin is right, that isn't at all fair.

Merry stretches out alongside them, his cheek against the flat of his right palm, and his left hand joins Diamond's, giving Pippin's hardness a firm, tight squeeze. "Is this better now, Pip?"

Pippin nods, and groans, eyes shut tightly. Diamond eases his leg down, though she keeps the palm of her hand against the swelling in his breeches, as then Merry's hand is moving, up his chest, fingers free trail along the curve of Pippin's cheek. "Much," he gasps, groaning and wriggling against Diamond's touch. "Much better now, thank you."

Merry chuckles, and Diamond's laugh is brighter, softer. "You are a silly one, Pippin," she says, leaning down against him so she can kiss him on the lips. He lets his breath out when her hand moves, when it presses down against his hip. That makes Diamond smile. "A very silly hobbit, don't you agree?" When she turns, Merry is closer, a grin quirking his lips into a sharp bow. He presses his hand against the small of her back, pushing her against Pippin - with a soft gasp, she goes, and then laughs, her arms giving out beneath her, his body now pressing warm against hers.

"Well, hullo there, Pip."

Pippin rather shrewdly grins. "Hullo there, Dinny-my-love."

Merry's hand is on her leg, the other threading in Pippin's curls, and Merry pushes against the fabric of her long skirt, and she feels it smoothing against her leg as he pushes it up. She shifts, and Pippin does too, and curls tumble down over her shoulder, obscuring Merry from view. She turns to look at Pippin, who is looking back up at her, and Merry's hand is soft and certain as it pushes against bare skin, and Pippin's eyes are bright.

She kisses him, feels his fingertips on her cheek, and he kisses her back. She levers up on one elbow, straddling just one of Pippin's legs as Merry draws closer - she might not be looking, but she can still feel it. When she does look, pushing hair back over her shoulder and behind her ear, Merry is close now, mouth parted, one hand splayed on Pippin's chest, the other a light pressure against her leg.

"There you are. You certainly have been taking your time."

"Maybe we should take a bit more, then, and take this to a bed?"

"I don't think you have a say in this, Pip," Merry says, grinning, and Diamond turns, looks back down at Pippin, and kisses the look of exasperation right from his lips. He makes a pleasant noise, though, letting one arm settle about Diamond's waist, his hand on her hip, and Diamond makes a pleasant noise back at him, almost laughing in her joy.

"Are you very sure?" he asks, after, tugging at the laces of Diamond's bodice. Merry nods, and kisses Diamond's cheek, lips brushing softly, and then turns to kiss Pippin. Pippin pauses, tilts his head to the side, mouth meeting Merry's. Diamond watches, right there against Merry's side, and puts her hand at the back of Merry's neck, letting her fingers curve against warm skin in rest.

"He is," Diamond says, and Merry turns his head, upsetting her hand so it shifts, and he kisses her palm, and then the curve of her thumb, letting his fingers curl in a loose grip around her wrist. "I do hope you'll be able to live with that, Pippin."

"Well," he says, beneath the both of them. "It hardly seems fair, but I think I shall survive."

Diamond is moving forward, her elbow pressing against Pippin's chest, and she hears the sound of his breath escaping as she tilts her mouth against Merry, letting him kiss her. She thinks, she likes this Merry, if only because he puts her so at ease. Perhaps it is knowing that they are caught together, whether Merry thought it possible, or not, or that Estella will be joining them soon enough, as well. Then, from a distance, Pippin is still lying there in the dirt, and he says, "I should be complaining about your pointy elbow, Dinny, but at least I am enjoying the show."

Her breath flees, and she laughs against Merry's mouth, falling back against Pippin with empty space between and in her lungs. She breathes in, once and then again, and then she gives Pippin's ear a twist. He yelps, looking both wounded and offended at the same time, and frowns up at her.

His hands on the ties of her bodice, again, though, draw her attention back down, and she sets her mouth to the shell of his ear, breathing against the spot she had just twisted. "Why, I am sorry about that," she says, his hands working steadily. "Do you forgive me, Pippin?"

"Yes, love," he says. "I do suppose I do."

"Better than nothing, that," Merry says, his words drifting in at a distance. Diamond closes her eyes, feeling the world stopping all around, shrugging back with one shoulder and then the other, feeling cool air and warm flesh on bare skin.

"I do suppose so," she says, echoing Pippin's words. "I do think we should work on getting him out of these wretched clothes of his, don't you think so, Merry?"

She doesn't have to look at him, or listen, or hear him, just to know that he agrees. Diamond sits back, curls tumbling down over her shoulders and her bare breasts, and Pippin's hands settle at her hips. "Whatever did I do to be so lucky?" he asks.

"I'm not so sure, Pippin," Diamond replies, breath catching with her hands on the tie of his collar - it gives, and there is a flat row of buttons that go down in a steady line, and she runs her hands along them. She thinks it is something, about having been him, and she knows their love is too strong to break them, and she would never think about doing such a thing. She has never tried. They need each other, she knows, and she wonders if they know, for they have known pain, far too much pain. And what wrong could there be, now, when she as well has been allowed to be a part of this love? It would only be more complete if Estella could join them, and she will, Diamond knows, and soon enough. "But we'll let you know," she says, and she sounds breathless, even to herself, "if we ever do work it out."

"We will," Merry agrees, but Diamond's attention is on Pippin, and popping that first button, slipping it free, that she doesn't turn his way. The next, and the only light left is the lantern that hangs at the back door, brightening the gloom.

Night has fallen, but she missed its coming.

Pippin sits forward, working his arms free from the long shirt, and then he puts an arm around her, pulling her flat against him so abruptly that her lungs are left stinging when the air is all gone. He nuzzles her cheek, kissing her shoulder, and she feels the slight roughness of his fingertips against her side, curving against the small of her back. She shudders and closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of his hair and something else on his skin that must be Merry. His touch is light, yes, and his mouth is soft and smooth, leaving a wet path that makes her shiver in the coolness of the night. They have kissed often, since before they were married, even, but there is something else there, this day, this time, something so deep and lasting that she fears she will never have her fill. She shivers, again, flesh pressing against her, her breasts flattening as he clutches her to his chest. Then his mouth is dropping, moving against her throat to kiss her shoulder, and the world is curving, and she along with it, his arms tight about her waist but his mouth moving to kiss her (left, she thinks, through a haze) breast.

She gasps when she feels Merry's touch, heavier than Pippin's, curving over her bare shoulder. He is at her back, and her head is near against his shoulder, and Pippin's mouth is suddenly insistent, sucking her until her nipple is aching and hard. Diamond gasps, and Merry's arms wrap back around her waist, covering Pippin's, as well, and his mouth is sucking the soft skin behind her ear. Sensation spreads over skin, beneath Pippin's mouth, and Merry's too, and Diamond gasps, loudly, wanting to twist as she gasps and groans. Merry had lost his shirt, somehow, sometime when she had not been looking, and his skin is warm and soft and she should not be so aware, to feel the shape of scars, not with Pippin's mouth moving, caressing, not when Pippin's right hand has moved to caress, to press and squeeze and tease, her right breast, too.

"Oh - " is all she can manage, and Pippin's mouth leaves her, and her left breast is wet and cold, and she shivers.

"A bed would be better," Pippin says, distant still. He gives her nipple a teasing squeeze, and she shudders. "We've a big enough one, you know."

"I don't think I mind the dirt," Merry hums against Diamond's skin, and one hand is moving, pressing against her skirts and against her leg, moving up with clear intent. "Do you, Dinny?"

She shakes her head, moaning as his touch, like a feather, sneaks about cloth and touches against skin. She moans loudly, embarrassingly so, when his fingers ease into wetness, and then Pippin rocks back against her, and she feels his hardness as Merry fingers were, moving slow as he presses deep.

Pippin is kissing her, again, rubbing against her breasts with his hands, mouth then moving to her shoulder, kissing and licking. He holds her tight, then, hands wrapping about her, and she is warm, no, burning, as Merry's fingers rub and then press deep, again, finding a rhythm as her hips quake, wishing to follow that pulsing beat.

Pippin's mouth and Merry's fingers and she tightens her hold on Pippin, muffling her cry against his shoulder as it comes, and pleasure floods her and for one blinding moment, she is sated and at ease.

"Now," Merry says, as though he does mind the dirt, "to our bed."

Pippin follows after (she can hear him), and as they settle back in their shared bed, she sees that he's left the shirts behind, and she wonders why she even cares. "We can always bring them in, in the morning," he says, and the bed groans softly as he joins them, crawling closer until Merry reaches out, and pulls him to lie amidst rumpled covers and the space that is between Merry and Diamond's bodies. Teasing is all good fun, Diamond knows, but now she watches as Merry kisses Pippin's neck, body still washed over in its own pleasure, and Merry clutches at Pippin's shoulders as he does. Pippin arches, almost moaning, but his eyes are half-opened, and he is watching Diamond. Merry's head shifts, and he kisses Pippin's jaw.

Yes, Diamond thinks, teasing is all good fun.

Merry is the one watching her, now, and he grins, moving over Pippin, then setting a chaste kiss upon Diamond's lips. She smiles against him, his hands curling over her upper arms. "It looks like you could use a hand, Dinny," he whispers, mouth touching the point of her ear. She shudders, insides almost melting again, Merry's long fingers working quickly as they loosen the crisscross lacing that meanders up the back of her dress.

The bodice is stripped the rest of the way off, quite slowly, deliberate as he always is, smiling as he presses his lips to the warmth that is dancing on her cheeks. Pippin is at her side, then, working on the under-dress, and it only seems proper then that Diamond works at buttons and fastenings until Merry is dressed in only trousers and a long, half-unbuttoned shirt, as Merry does much the same for Pippin. Then, and tension melts like butter left to warm and the air somehow tastes of sugar and apple spice, Diamond lets herself fall into Merry's arms, pulling Pippin with them, and she finds herself pressed comfortably between two long, warm bodies.

A kiss, the sort that is slow and deep and lingers, and then she breaks free, twisting from Merry and letting Pippin pull her back against him. She goes, wrapping her arms at his shoulders, kissing him soundly. A chuckle, from Merry, she thinks, and light fingertips skim up her side, causing her to shiver. Then Pippin is moving, and pressing her to the bed, and he's in her, delicious hot deep, and she shivers, again, and moans. His breath escapes, and what space is there between, when he is moving and her hips ache to match his pace.

"Diamond - love - "

His mouth on hers, and his pace seems frantic, for a long moment. But then he slows, yes, slow steady stroking, and she clutches at him harder, feeling as though she will bend and break. Shatter, like stardust, gathered in the heavy glowing gloom.

A moan, hers, or his, maybe, and he is moving her, again, onto her side, curving against her as he rocks into her body. A gasp and she closes her eyes, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, feeling the sweat of body heat as the darkness behind her eyes seems to glow. Another gasp, and hands that aren't Pippin's, a low laugh, too, warm like melting. And Merry is against her, soft but mostly hard, and his hand steadies her at her hip. It almost seems that he rocks against her, not touching but for that, and his mouth at her shoulder. And it matches the time of Pippin's even pace, and Diamond is at least grounded, loved and held, loved so much.

She cries out as Pippin quickens, bursting like stars beneath the force of her pleasure, and Pippin follows soon after, gasping her name. He stills, but slowly, kissing her, and holding her close.

Merry is so patient, she thinks, and almost lasts.

"Love," she whispers, and presses her cheek to him. He falls back, pulling away from her, groaning as she does. Another kiss, where she leans over and presses herself close, but then she is turning slowly, and the world is buzzing, nothing but sensation and spinning warm and glowing air, and she pulls herself to Merry, and Merry draws his arms about her. Pulls her close, no, closer, and he presses herself firm against the heat of her body, the warmth of his arousal.

"Love," she whispers, pressing her mouth to his.

He laughs, then kisses her once more, and presses her back against the bed.

She wakes, sometime after, warmth still spinning, air still glowing, to the groaning creak of the bed. She reaches out, and feels Pippin's shoulder beneath her hand, feels the hard clench of his muscles, the tremor of his racing breath and the rush of his pulse.

She hears Merry's voice, murmuring his name, and Pippin's gasping groan in turn. A laugh, then, and Pippin's voice, almost shrill: "No more of it, Merry. Don't you dare tickle me again." Another laugh, and Pippin's voice is muffled by Merry's mouth. Muffled sounds that turn to music, moving bodies, rising moans.

Love, yes, so much love. His and his and hers and his and - oh. Theirs.

She cannot wait till their Estella is home.