claudia603 | Drabble: Pleasing

Frodo stirred the soup in despair -- it simply had not thickened.

“What am I doing wrong?” he muttered aloud.

“What is the matter, lad?” Bilbo asked.

Frodo looked up in a panic. “I cannot get this to thicken and Faramir will be here at any moment.”

“Do not fret. There is plenty to eat. We have pound cake. Men are not picky about food.”

“But I wish to—“ Frodo blushed. “I wished to please him.”

Strong hands on his shoulders and a kiss on the back of his neck startled Frodo, and he turned to find Faramir, grinning. “You have pleased me. Very much so.”