"What are you reading?" Pippin asks, sitting next to Ivy on the couch.
"A history of Gondor."
"Oh." Pippin scoots just a little closer, puts his hand on her thigh, and leans over her shoulder. "What part?"
"The founding of the towers," she says, keeping her eyes on the page. There is a pause, then his hand slides a little, his fingers touching between her legs. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye. She trusts he's pursuing something more than knowledge of Gondor. She decides to ignore him, trying very hard to hide the smile on her face. Its much more fun when she makes him work for it.
"Isn't there something more interesting to do than..." He peers at the page. "...read about Minas Anor?" He starts to rub his thumb in small circles near the crease of her thigh and belly.
"You have a more interesting tower in mind?" she asks. She looks up and gives him a coy smile.
He frowns at first, then grins as her innuendo sinks in. "I think I have one in mind," he chuckles. He leans in suddenly and launches an attack on her neck, sucking at the spot below her ear. He reaches down to grab the edge of her skirt and slowly pulls it up.
"Minas Ithil!" she says suddenly, a bit breathlessly.
He pulls back to look at her. "What?"
"An interesting tower. Minas Ithil."
"Minas Ithil?"
"Yes." She looks him in the eyes and leans close to him. "It means Tower of the Rising Moon."
He smirks and she sees his eyes flick down to his groin, then back up to meet her gaze. "Well, it's not Minas Ithil, but it certainly is rising."