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[questionablewit]

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good typo there ;)

[withoutswords]

Having Faramir to lean against is a help, not least as he can support her arms, for Eowyn is wearied to the bone. If his breath tickles her bare shoulders, that is a small price to pay. She snorts a little at his comment, for she does not feel a natural at this at all, though it seems to go well so far. And it is...not unpleasant, despite the hard suction. The softness of Elboron's skin is a wonder to her.

The healer's assistant is watching with a critical eye. "After this, you are to feed yourself and sleep further, my lady," she says, in a voice that strives to match Elana's brisk, not-to-be-gainsaid tones, and does not quite manage. "You can't hope to feed your little one unless you care for yourself as well, and you have healing to do!"

She looks at Faramir as she says this, her eyes pleading a little. Eowyn is notorious for working until she drops, and she lost no small amount of blood. Truthfully the apprentice suspects Mistress Elana would not permit this at all, not until Eowyn is in better shape herself.

[theywhowait]

He chuckles, lips still wrapped around her, pulling loose to smile at the look on her face.

"Then we shall have to try for both. Ladies first!"

lol if I had to make one... XD

[theywhowait]

Faramir smiles reassuringly at the assistant.

"We will abide by the healer's restrictions." He assures her. "We both have some practice in doing so!"

Not necessarily well, or willingly, of course.

"And I will support her in whate'er she needs."

[withoutswords]

"But you..." Even as she protests she pushes his head, encouraging him to pay attention to the other breast and crying out when he does. "Ah! But, I would not leave you wanting..."

And besides, already she aches for him, her legs open and wrapped around his, her hips moving. She knows what will soothe that ache and fill that emptiness.

[theywhowait]

He presses his joy and laughter to her skin in kisses.

"Well, if we're going to do this twice, my wife, I'm afraid you're going to have to go first, lest I be too weary!"

One teasing hand creeps over her hip and slips between her legs, questing.

[takesnoshit]

"The spear," she says, reaching for a stave of her own. "I find it provides the best defense and offense combined. You?"

[withoutswords]

"But...this way only I am pleased, and you did say you were not minded to wait..."

Despite this protest she reaches down, joining his fingers with hers as he explores.

It's not inaccurate, metaphorically speaking!

[withoutswords]

Truthfully, Eowyn does not hear much of this exchange. She is still looking down at Elboron, leaning her head back against Faramir's shoulder as she does, her eyes heavy-lidded. After a few minutes she feels someone--the wet nurse?--try to take the babe from her arms, and protests, pulling him back.

But they only wish to switch sides, and that seems to make sense to her, so she settles and permits it. She strokes Elboron's head as he latches on once more. Dimly, she's aware of people speaking, but she cares little for it. All is well, even though she is so tired...for the second time that morning, Eowyn falls asleep while leaning on her husband, so deeply that she does not wake when eventually Elboron is returned to the wet nurse's care, nor when Faramir himself moves.

my thoughts exactly!

[theywhowait]

Faramir watches as she falls asleep in his arms, as Elboron also settles, belly full and comforted. He thanks the wet nurse in a low voice and shifts them both to lie down, Eowyn cradled still in his arms so that he can be here when she wakes.

[theywhowait]

He smiles, fingers tangling with hers as they touch and tease.

"I am just as minded to see you undone with pleasure though!"

[grumpycatanthir]

He tests weight and heft before settling into a ready position opposite hers.

"I do not know that I have a preference, yet." He says thoughtfully. "I used to think the blade, but the dwarven trading caravans have shown me axe work, and I might try that, I think."

[withoutswords]

When she does wake it is slow, far slower than her usual wont, and she feels awful. Her limbs are weak and her head pounding. She licks chapped lips and tries to speak, but it comes out as more of a groan.

[withoutswords]

Joining him in teasing herself is new, and that she likes it is clear from the flush on her skin, the juddering breaths she takes. "And yet--" Her hand separates from his, and she reaches lower, taking him in a firm, careful grip and beginning to stroke him in turn. "--I would also see you as undone, as overwhelmed."

[theywhowait]

He groans, hand falling still as he gasps into her shoulder.

"Unlike you though" He manages eventually, "I can do this but once before needing a rest!"

[withoutswords]

"That is so," she agrees, smirking a little as she turns her head to kiss his hair. "So perhaps I will but tease you a little..."

Which she does, a few more slow, gentle pulls, and then she runs light fingers all over him, then pulls once again, all the while kissing his neck and shoulder.

[theywhowait]

His hips shift against her hands and he buries his face in her shoulder with a groan.

"You are a terrible, terrible tease." He accuses, fingers promptly going back to work when released.

let's pretend it didn't take me like 5 years to tag this :/

[freo]

Éowyn laughs at the question, bright-eyed and joyful and breathless; dizzied by his gentle kisses and in utter amazement that this is truly happening. That such complete delight and contentment as this could even exist is a thing of wonder she never thought she could reach. She closes her eyes for a moment as their foreheads touch, simply taking in this incredible feeling that warms her from inside out.

"I thought happiness had left me for ever, so long I dwelt in the shadow-- bereft of goodness and kindness. I did not think I would feel joy again. Faramir," she all but sighs his name, like a tiny prayer, breathing another wispy laugh of wonderment as her fingers caress his cheek. She smiles then, with such tender affection.

"You brought it back to me. I am... so happy I cannot find words to do this feeling justice."

[freo]

"Surely you don't mean to blame me," she affects coyness, the charade ruined immediately by the grin that plays about her lips even through the brief kiss he bestows upon them. With a small laugh, she relaxes back into his touch, sighing through her nose.

"First you accuse me, then you flatter me. How fickle of you, my dear husband."

[withoutswords]

"And you are not?" she retorts, before seizing his mouth in another fervent kiss, moving against his fingers.

[theywhowait]

"Eowyn?" He stirs himself awake at the sound. "What do you need, my love?"

[theywhowait]

"I beg your pardon, I am attempting to bring my lady fulfilment!" He laughs against her kiss.

[withoutswords]

She is almost laughing too much to continue, her breath as interrupted by giggles as by gasps. But his kiss is distracting, and she winds her arms around him, gradually settling and letting herself enjoy his touch.

Even so, after a few moments she reaches to stop him. "This is good, but I would still prefer to share it with you, and have us both take our pleasure at once."

[withoutswords]

She swallows a few times. "Water." It's still more a croak than a word.

He must help her drink it, and she is clearly annoyed by her own inability. She cannot even sit on her own. "This will not do," she mutters, glowering at her hands. "What happened, to weaken me so? I know childbirth is difficult, but this seems extreme."

[theywhowait]

"Give me a moment." He nods and wriggles free, padding over to the nearby table where someone has kindly left them a jug and cups.

"I was told you bled heavily, which is doubtless the cause for your weariness." He brings her the cup. "But that you are out of danger, and I should not worry." he says the last with a wry acknowledgement of his tendency to do exactly that.

[theywhowait]

Obediently he pulls back a little.

"My lady is too kind!" He laughs softly. "So then, shall I let you take charge of this encounter?"