Wish Fulfillment by Lbilover

For the Fiction Drabbles community prompt 'desk'.


Papers flutter like windblown leaves. Spilled ink drip-drip-drips onto the carpet. Nibs are crushed, a delicate quill-shaft snapped in two. The damage goes unnoticed.


Frodo lies spread-eagled across the desk top, half-naked, panting, fingers dangling limply over the edge. Between his pale thighs rests Sam, spent and gasping.


The timeworn wood creaks protestingly under their combined weight, but the desk is sturdy. A fortunate thing, given the use to which it's been put, which has nothing whatsoever to do with writing, but a lot to do with impatience, desire, and fulfilling a gardener's secret fantasy.