***PLEASE NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH AND MAY NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR ALL READERS!***
When Merry walked into the dorm room, he was amused to find Pippin standing in front of the mirror making strange puckering faces with his lips.
"Practicing for oral skills?" Merry teased, putting down his backpack and walking up behind Pippin.
"No, I just had my voice lesson," Pippin explained, continuing to make the faces. "Apparently, I have trouble with my diphthongs."
Merry slid his arms around Pippin's waist from behind as he gently kissed his neck. "No complaints from me."
Pippin laughed, turning his face to the side so he could look at Merry. "That makes no sense, Merry. Diphthongs are vowel sounds that....ohh!" Pippin gasped as Merry's hands slid below his waist.
"Like I said," Merry said, his hands sliding ever lower as he continued to kiss the back of Pippin's neck, "no complaints from me."
Pippin closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of Merry's touch, until a sudden thought struck him. "Hey," he said, opening his eyes and turning his face again, "what are you doing here?"
Merry abruptly stopped and pulled his hands free as he took a step back. "I'm sorry -- would you like to be alone with your mirror some more?" he teased.
Pippin laughed as he turned to face Merry. "You know what I mean. You had that huge list of people to interview."
"Done," he said smugly.
"Done? You finished interviewing forty people?"
"Not exactly," Merry said, grinning evilly, stepping in closer to Pippin again. "Eowyn's doing it for me."
"You're making EOWYN do your interviews?" Pippin asked as Merry started undoing his jeans.
"Not all of them," Merry explained, concentrating hard on Pippin's button-fly. "Just a few." The fly undone, Merry pulled Pippin towards him, giving him tantalizing pecks on the lips. "Just enough," kiss, "that I could come back here," kiss, "to see you," kiss, "and to separate the beds."
Pippin pulled his face away from yet another kiss. "Separate the beds? What're you talking about?"
Merry's kisses started to travel down Pippin's body as he answered, "Grishnakh," kiss, "was eyeing our beds," kiss, "when he came to complain," kiss, "about our taste in music," kiss. "We should probably," kiss, "separate them," kiss, "to avoid," kiss, "suspicion."
"Can we separate them later?" Pippin asked, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Merry pulled down his jeans.
"Absolutely."
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