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claudia603) wrote2004-11-27 10:36 pm
claudia603) wrote2004-11-27 10:36 pm
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Title: Working Hobbit
Author: Claudia
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn
Rating: R
Summary: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wymsie, who asked for Frodo in a dress working as a Bree working girl.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
WARNING: kink, AU
Smack
Frodo winced at the hard slap on his backside, and he scowled as he gathered the mugs off the table. The filthy men laughed, so drunk they could barely keep to their seats.
“Hurry it up!” Butterbur roared from behind the bar.
Frodo trotted as fast as he could with his arms filled with sticky mugs, but he knew he would go a sight faster if he didn’t have to deal with the corset that pinched into his sides. How the lasses wore these contraptions day after day, along with the petticoats, Frodo could not imagine. Already ale had spilled down the front of his bodice.
“I’m sorry,” Butterbur said, trying to hide a chuckle. “But you do look a sight, Baggins.”
“Please may I change now?”
“No,” Butterbur said. “The Ranger paid good money. Now go…talk to him. I shall clean up the rest.” Butterbur winked and pinched Frodo’s cheek. “Now go smile and act like you mean it.”
Frodo approached the tall, hooded man in the corner. Strider had some nerve, coming back and making unseemly demands.
“Good evening,” Strider said in a low growl. He beckoned Frodo so that he was standing between two lean, muscled legs. He clutched Frodo around the waist and then ran his hands up and down the silk folds of Frodo’s full dress, letting out a pleased groan. Frodo swallowed and tried to force a smile, quelling the angry heat in his chest. Strider’s hands moved suddenly, and he ripped the front of the dress open, tearing it all the way down to the bodice. Frodo gasped as a hard mouth clamped on his neck. His right sleeve slipped off his shoulder, and Strider’s mouth followed it. After planting several tender kisses on his bare shoulder, his mouth moved to Frodo’s ear. Frodo bit back a groan of pleasure as Strider panted in his ear.
“I’ve come for you.” His rough fingers tugged at the string to Frodo’s bodice.
“You left me here to be used,” Frodo said.
“Will you come with me tonight? Or would you rather be Butterbur’s…serving wench?”
“Enough jests,” Frodo said. “You've done enough. Let’s find my clothes and leave this very hour.”
Previous holiday ficlets:
Yule Morning, rated G forxshipper23, who asked for Christmas hobbit toddlers
Alive, rated G, Pippin/Beregond forrubynye
Author: Claudia
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn
Rating: R
Summary: Written for
wymsie, who asked for Frodo in a dress working as a Bree working girl.Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and make no money from them.
WARNING: kink, AU
Smack
Frodo winced at the hard slap on his backside, and he scowled as he gathered the mugs off the table. The filthy men laughed, so drunk they could barely keep to their seats.
“Hurry it up!” Butterbur roared from behind the bar.
Frodo trotted as fast as he could with his arms filled with sticky mugs, but he knew he would go a sight faster if he didn’t have to deal with the corset that pinched into his sides. How the lasses wore these contraptions day after day, along with the petticoats, Frodo could not imagine. Already ale had spilled down the front of his bodice.
“I’m sorry,” Butterbur said, trying to hide a chuckle. “But you do look a sight, Baggins.”
“Please may I change now?”
“No,” Butterbur said. “The Ranger paid good money. Now go…talk to him. I shall clean up the rest.” Butterbur winked and pinched Frodo’s cheek. “Now go smile and act like you mean it.”
Frodo approached the tall, hooded man in the corner. Strider had some nerve, coming back and making unseemly demands.
“Good evening,” Strider said in a low growl. He beckoned Frodo so that he was standing between two lean, muscled legs. He clutched Frodo around the waist and then ran his hands up and down the silk folds of Frodo’s full dress, letting out a pleased groan. Frodo swallowed and tried to force a smile, quelling the angry heat in his chest. Strider’s hands moved suddenly, and he ripped the front of the dress open, tearing it all the way down to the bodice. Frodo gasped as a hard mouth clamped on his neck. His right sleeve slipped off his shoulder, and Strider’s mouth followed it. After planting several tender kisses on his bare shoulder, his mouth moved to Frodo’s ear. Frodo bit back a groan of pleasure as Strider panted in his ear.
“I’ve come for you.” His rough fingers tugged at the string to Frodo’s bodice.
“You left me here to be used,” Frodo said.
“Will you come with me tonight? Or would you rather be Butterbur’s…serving wench?”
“Enough jests,” Frodo said. “You've done enough. Let’s find my clothes and leave this very hour.”
Previous holiday ficlets:
Yule Morning, rated G for
xshipper23, who asked for Christmas hobbit toddlersAlive, rated G, Pippin/Beregond for
rubynye