Rosie was reaching up to dust the kitchen shelves when his hands slipped around her waist. She turned, smiling, and saw the gleam in his eye that told her he wanted to play. Sam was a mystery to most, quiet and reserved, but here within their own home she saw the real hobbit behind the humble facade, her loving and passionate husband.
He reached behind her and dipped his finger into the bowl of cream. He raised his finger and, grinning wickedly, let the thick cream drip onto the exposed skin of her breast. He chased it with his tongue.