Work Text:
They were both laughing, soft little chuckles as callused fingers tickled and caressed up the hobbits sides, helping him out of his sweet little button-up vest, Bofurs hat sat not on his own head but instead covered soft golden curls, his own braids a mess, some of them already undone as the two readied to bathe, away from the rest of the group, sneaking off for some much needed privacy and a kiss that had quickly become more.
It was a frog that disturbed their little oasis, startling them both so much they thought for a moment they were caught, hands covering rescuers mouths, but moments later they were laughing again, muffled in each others shoulders as they hugged, laughing so hard they shook until finally they felt like they could breath, the thrill of thinking they had been caught for a second making them giddy.
"Hush up Bill-bo" Bofur whispered, drawing his sweethearts name out teasingly, only to squawk indignantly as some of his messy hair was pulled and then the two tripped, landing in a heap of scrabbling limbs and giggles again on the grass, dangerously close to the water. "I had best put me hat somewhere safer "an your head" Bofur whispered with a wink, pretending to not be looking too intently at Bilbos flushed cheeks and exposed skin of his chest, shirt and vest laying open while he himself was in nothing but smalls.
"Is my head not a safe place?" Bilbo questioned, still laughing softly, not at all dignified right then, all Took. Mischief glittered in his playful eyes and then he was pulling Bofur down, down so their lips could meet again.