He was lulled to sleep by the warmth of the afternoon sun, the sound of the Brandywine as it rushed over rocks, and the sweet song of a cardinal in a nearby tree. He was rudely awakened by a warm wetness on his ear.
"What are you doing?" Merry mumbled, eyes still closed.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Estella chuckled. She nibbled his ear again and slid her hand over his belly, tracing her fingers around his shirt buttons. "Are you awake yet?"
He smiled. "No." His eyes shot open when her hand slid lower. "But now I am."