![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
New Life (Frodo/Aragorn) PG MMOM 11-11
Title: New Life
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moit
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn
Fandom: LotR
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, H/C
Warnings:
Summary: After the birth of their child, Frodo is unable to be intimate with Aragorn.
Word Count: 462
Challenge:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mmom #11
Fourteen days. A fortnight.
Aragorn paced the ground in front of his throne restlessly. It had been fourteen days since the healer declared it safe for he and Frodo to engage in sexual intercourse after the birth of their son. But every night Aragorn sidled up to Frodo, the Hobbit begged off with some excuse: his head hurt, he needed to check on the babe, he was too tired, it was too late, etc. Frodo had a seemingly endless list of excuses, and Aragorn's patience was wearing thin. They hadn't been intimate since before Frodo's pregnancy. Aragorn sought out the babe's nursemaid.
"Where is Frodo?"
"I'm sorry, my Lord, but I haven not see him. Perhaps he is in the store room? He has been spending a fair bit of time down there."
The store room?
"Thank you," Aragorn said quickly and strode away.
Predictably, the door to the store room was closed. Nobody came down here except for the cooks. Through the door, Aragorn could hear harsh breathing.
Surely, Frodo wasn't cheating on him. He better not be.
Anger bubbling, Aragorn pushed the door open.
Frodo squeaked in surprise and rushed to cover his manhood. He was alone, Aragorn noted. His anger began to recede just a bit.
"Aragorn, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same thing of you," Aragorn replied dryly. "What are you doing wanking in the store room?"
Frodo's cheeks flamed in indignation. "What does it matter?" He tried to leave the room, but Aragorn blocked his path.
"Frodo," Aragorn said, softening his voice. "Have I wronged you in some way?"
"Of course not," Frodo replied.
"Then please tell me what you are doing here."
"You have already seen."
Aragorn knelt down to Frodo's height. "Frodo, why have you denied my affection, only to take your pleasure alone?"
Frodo turned his face away from Aragorn.
"Frodo," Aragorn said gently. The words he might have said stuck in Aragorn's throat.
"I fear you will no longer desire my body," Frodo said, as tears sprang to his eyes.
"You are the bearer of my child, the co-ruler of my kingdom, and the love of my life. I could never find you anything other than completely desirable.” He pulled Frodo into his arms, running a hand through Frodo’s curls.
Frodo buried his face in Aragorn’s shoulder, though no tears came. “Thank you,” he whispered. He pulled away and kissed Aragorn firmly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Aragorn’s hand strayed to the hem of Frodo’s shirt. “May I?”
Frodo nodded.
Beneath the linen, Frodo’s belly looked stretched and saggy. Aragorn splayed his hand over the loose skin.
“Do you know what this looks like to me?”
Frodo shook his head.
“Evidence that together, we created new life.”
Author:
moitPairing: Frodo/Aragorn
Fandom: LotR
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, H/C
Warnings:
Summary: After the birth of their child, Frodo is unable to be intimate with Aragorn.
Word Count: 462
Challenge:
mmom #11Fourteen days. A fortnight.
Aragorn paced the ground in front of his throne restlessly. It had been fourteen days since the healer declared it safe for he and Frodo to engage in sexual intercourse after the birth of their son. But every night Aragorn sidled up to Frodo, the Hobbit begged off with some excuse: his head hurt, he needed to check on the babe, he was too tired, it was too late, etc. Frodo had a seemingly endless list of excuses, and Aragorn's patience was wearing thin. They hadn't been intimate since before Frodo's pregnancy. Aragorn sought out the babe's nursemaid.
"Where is Frodo?"
"I'm sorry, my Lord, but I haven not see him. Perhaps he is in the store room? He has been spending a fair bit of time down there."
The store room?
"Thank you," Aragorn said quickly and strode away.
Predictably, the door to the store room was closed. Nobody came down here except for the cooks. Through the door, Aragorn could hear harsh breathing.
Surely, Frodo wasn't cheating on him. He better not be.
Anger bubbling, Aragorn pushed the door open.
Frodo squeaked in surprise and rushed to cover his manhood. He was alone, Aragorn noted. His anger began to recede just a bit.
"Aragorn, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same thing of you," Aragorn replied dryly. "What are you doing wanking in the store room?"
Frodo's cheeks flamed in indignation. "What does it matter?" He tried to leave the room, but Aragorn blocked his path.
"Frodo," Aragorn said, softening his voice. "Have I wronged you in some way?"
"Of course not," Frodo replied.
"Then please tell me what you are doing here."
"You have already seen."
Aragorn knelt down to Frodo's height. "Frodo, why have you denied my affection, only to take your pleasure alone?"
Frodo turned his face away from Aragorn.
"Frodo," Aragorn said gently. The words he might have said stuck in Aragorn's throat.
"I fear you will no longer desire my body," Frodo said, as tears sprang to his eyes.
"You are the bearer of my child, the co-ruler of my kingdom, and the love of my life. I could never find you anything other than completely desirable.” He pulled Frodo into his arms, running a hand through Frodo’s curls.
Frodo buried his face in Aragorn’s shoulder, though no tears came. “Thank you,” he whispered. He pulled away and kissed Aragorn firmly. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Aragorn’s hand strayed to the hem of Frodo’s shirt. “May I?”
Frodo nodded.
Beneath the linen, Frodo’s belly looked stretched and saggy. Aragorn splayed his hand over the loose skin.
“Do you know what this looks like to me?”
Frodo shook his head.
“Evidence that together, we created new life.”