Roses, Wine and Marmalade part I
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They were definitely pink, a dark pink not a bright pink. They’re
not a rose pink like a girls but that’s okay he doesn’t like roses
Merry’s lips where parted slightly and curled into a smile. The wine
he and Pippin had drunk earlier still clung to them at the corners.
Pippin wasn’t drunk he was sure of that but he had drank enough to get
a warm buzz and start thinking of stupid things like the colour of
Merry was quite possibly drunk. He was asleep, which is never a good
sign and he was leaning into Pippin despite earlier claiming that
Pippin was so ugly a troll wouldn’t go near him. Pippin thought that
was a little unfair and Fenella was looking at him. Like she would be
caught dead with a Brandybuck, especially one with such odd coloured
The juice hanging on Merry’s lips was starting to annoy him. Why
couldn’t he just wipe his mouth? He tried to ignore it but it wouldn’t
let him look away. Pippin felt like they where mocking him. Maybe he
was drunk after all. Unfortunately being drunk didn’t solve his
immediate problem. In fact it probably caused it.
Merry may have actually smelt like roses though, that’s what type of
perfume Fenella was wearing. Perhaps he smelt like the apples and
pares he’d been nibbling on all day. The big question was did they
taste like fruit of the wine? If they tasted like a mixture of the two
how would that taste. How nice if it was warmed slightly over dusky
pink lips. Pippin wondered why he thought Merry’s lips where the same
colour his sister insisted her rooms would look painted. He was
He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly prompted this course of action but
having his tong on Merry’s lips wasn’t exactly a bad thing, actually
it was rather nice after all it did taste like wine, they where soft
and he no longer to needed to worry about what an odd colour they
were. He should have probably have worried about the hand in his hair
but it was pushing him towards Merry so it didn’t bother him.
Unfortunately Merry’s head had other ideas.
“No still. No kiss me, now.”
“I just did”
Merry couldn’t really argue with that. Even if he was sober he
probably would have agreed. He attempted to kiss Pippin but missed and
sucked on Pippin’s nose instead.
“Drnk.” Pippin shouted.
“Drunk! You my dear Meria... Meria... Merry.”
“Can tell you know. Your Drunk”
“No your drunk.” Merry poked Pippin’s stomach.
“‘m not. No you’re drunk.” Pippin poked back Merry, tittering
“Your drunk.” Merry getting tired of this game poked Pippin as hard as
he could. It wasn’t very hard but it sent Pippin flying backward of
the couch. He crashed on to the floorboards and burst out laughing.
“No Merry,” said Pippin standing up and dusting himself off, “you are
most definitely the drunk one.” Pippin held his arm out to Merry. “Now
take me to bed.”
“Pippin I can’t.”
“Why not, you’ve done it before.”
“Well it’s just... Wait what?”
“Couldn’t help it.”
“Couldn’t help spying on me?
“No... I mean you where... well you had no clothes on.”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
Pippin dropped to Merry’s side with a pout on his lips. A pout that is
known to his immediate family as ‘The Pippin Pout’. He began to trace
the crease in Merry’s trousers.
“I’m sorry.” He propped his chin on Merry’s shoulder.
“So is that a freckle on your...”
Pippins hand drastically moved across Merry’s thigh.
“Pippin your drunk!”
“See that’s the point.”
“What point? Stop that”
“Now the way I see it we’re perfect for each other. No listen. I mean
we both drunk and both... both men I suppose> Oh yeah. We’re both
“Yeah both little things you know...”
“Yes! No actually... well yes but I meat the other little thingies.
What Mum always say’s”
“Yeah little brats you see perfect. Perfect wit’ a capital C!”
Merry collapsed on Pippins shoulder giggling uncontrollably.
“Wha’ so funny?”
“We’re both drunk.”
“And that does feel very good.”
“Well I wasn’t gonna mention it but you’re urm big down there.”
“Thanks you’re not to bad yourself.”
“Why thank you Merry.”
Merry raised one eyebrow and stared up at Pippin.
“My room or yours?”
Pippin stood up again and much to Merry’s distress moved his hand
“Merry we’re already in your room.”
“Oh yeah. Get on th’ bed then.”
Pippin ran over to the bed, tripped over the bedding box and landed
head first in to the pillow’s.
Merry walked over to the bed and gracefully draped himself across it,
or at least he thought he did.
“Pippin, Pippin?” Merry prodded Pippin only to be rewarded with a
Merry lay listening to Pippin’s snores for a wile. Before drifting off
to sleep he heard Pippin mumble
To be continued
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