Siege
It had been a hard battle, fought relentlessly by both sides until they were left panting and drenched in sweat. But in all battles there must be a victor and his defenses had finally cracked, leaving him pinned and at her mercy.
He lifted his head and looked into blue eyes dark with desire. "Well, Thain Peregrin. It seems you have lost the battle." Ivy gave him a predatory grin, then slid down his body. He shivered as her breath caressed him. "Now I shall lay siege to your tower."
Pippin smiled. Perhaps he hadn't lost this "battle" after all.
A Good Fight
He'd put up a good fight, but in the end the victory was hers. Ivy didn't really remember exactly how it had started. Sweet kisses and caresses had suddenly turned into tickles and giggles. She'd wickedly pulled open Pippin's trousers, releasing the 'mighty sword' imprisoned within, and dared him to use it. Then they were wrestling on the bed, each trying to pin the other to "win the battle". Her victory had a well earned prize--the moans and sighs of her husband as she pinned him down, exploring his body and driving him to the highest peaks of ecstasy.