drabbletag: lord of the rings: marigold/pervinca
Title: Less Than Sound
Prompt: Dumb, for hyel
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Marigold/Pervinca
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Marigold snorts and laughs then rubs the tears from her eyes. 'Well, if that weren't the most sound of ideas. If I were less kind, ad we've no fear of that, as you know,' a hasty addition, as habits to die hard. 'I might say it quite dumb.' Pervinca, hay stuck in her curls and freckles down her nose, looks at Marigold, eyes shining.
'Maybe not,' Pervinca says, hand on the cloth that covers Marigold's thigh. Marigold's breath catches, and Pervinca grins at her, moving close and pushing at the cloth, palming across good warm flesh. Marigold thinks, in a distant fashion, how she'll never get back to her cleaning, not now. 'But maybe. It did seem to work out best in the end.'
'Oh, but we've not made the end,' Marigold says, busies her mouth with Pervinca's for a long moment, then draws back, the hot taste of raspberry tart on her tongue. 'Still, only a Took would race through Hobbiton without a stitch of clothing covering her back or front.'
They laugh and comment on other Tookish habits, a number of them less than sensible. When the end comes, Pervinca's not the only one who's left wearing skin.
Prompt: Dumb, for hyel
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Marigold/Pervinca
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Marigold snorts and laughs then rubs the tears from her eyes. 'Well, if that weren't the most sound of ideas. If I were less kind, ad we've no fear of that, as you know,' a hasty addition, as habits to die hard. 'I might say it quite dumb.' Pervinca, hay stuck in her curls and freckles down her nose, looks at Marigold, eyes shining.
'Maybe not,' Pervinca says, hand on the cloth that covers Marigold's thigh. Marigold's breath catches, and Pervinca grins at her, moving close and pushing at the cloth, palming across good warm flesh. Marigold thinks, in a distant fashion, how she'll never get back to her cleaning, not now. 'But maybe. It did seem to work out best in the end.'
'Oh, but we've not made the end,' Marigold says, busies her mouth with Pervinca's for a long moment, then draws back, the hot taste of raspberry tart on her tongue. 'Still, only a Took would race through Hobbiton without a stitch of clothing covering her back or front.'
They laugh and comment on other Tookish habits, a number of them less than sensible. When the end comes, Pervinca's not the only one who's left wearing skin.