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[questionablewit]

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[theywhowait]

He looks at her, bare and free and kisses her.

"And I love thee, my joy and my heart."

[withoutswords]

Free...that is the word, yes, that is how she feels as she tilts her head to meet his kiss, stepping into his arms. Entirely unfettered.

Even by clothing, and that makes her laugh a little, which breaks the kiss. She keeps his hand in hers as she walks down to the stream, flinching a little at the chill. "Be prepared," she warns, still smiling. "The waters of the Snowbourn live up to their name!"

This is not the proper river but a smaller offshoot; even so, it is cold.

[takesnoshit]

He knows her clothing better than she does, for he designed and made all of it, and she laughs as he quickly undoes all the laces. "So much effort put into this dress, and I have worn it for so little a time." She smiles at him, their faces still only a few inches apart. "Was it worth the weeks spent in the making to see me thus, my elf?"

[takesnoshit]

He grasps at her, but does not seek to push her in any direction. That is different. Though perhaps it is only his lesser experience?

The question hardly matters, really. He is clearly enjoying this, and that is all Haleth cares about. Once his neck is thoroughly marked she bites him sharply on the other side as well, but refrains from repeating the performance, instead leaning above him, straddling his waist. "Would you have more?" she asks, smirking. "Or would you return the favor for a time?"

[withoutswords]

She does stay quiet, for the most part, but it takes effort; even with that effort her breathing is more labored than usual, shuddering, with small high-pitched whimpers escaping her at times. He is a wonder, slowly and skillfully drawing pleasure from her as she rolls her hips against his tongue. Every so often she bites back a louder cry, or finds herself digging nails into her shoulder or leg, as heat and pressure build deliciously within her.

[theywhowait]

He shouts, a breathless laugh as he steps in after her.

"Ai! Truly well named."

[grumpycatanthir]

Remembering early frustrations, the laces are designed to be easily undone and he smirks triumphantly as he peels the dress from her.

"Very much so." He purrs, eyes dark and bright. "For I also have the pleasure of removing it! "

[grumpycatanthir]

He blinks dazedly up at her, cheeks flushed from passion.

"I ....uh ..." he says, and has to visibly gather his thoughts.

"M-more?"

[theywhowait]

As he feels her tension build he works harder, dipping into her and paying careful attention to her clit before pulling away at the last to grin at her.

"Should I finish you this way, my wife?"

[withoutswords]

The moan of frustration she lets out as he stops is the loudest she's been yet, for she has managed to restrain herself. Eowyn reaches down to push his head back into place. "Yes. Bema, please, yes." It is less a request than a demand.

[withoutswords]

There is much laughter and much shivering in turn, and no small amount of playful splashing as they wash themselves and each other. The water sparkles like mithril in the sun. "If I remember right, there is a large bathtub at the hunting lodge," Eowyn says, splashing two cupped hands worth of water over her shoulders. Her eyes are gleaming. "One that might be large enough for us both, if that catches your fancy."

[takesnoshit]

She chuckles, suspecting that was repetition or astonishment rather than a request. She bends over again and kisses him again, teasing him with her lips and tongue before she deepens the kiss as much as either of them craves. Then she slides back down his chest, kissing her way down his chin and jaw, his neck and collar, back down between the nipples she paid such attention to before.

She pauses to look up at him, smirking, then keeps moving down. Her hands slide down his sides and grasp his hips. She can feel the hardness of him against her chest, brushing against her breasts, as she dips her tongue into his navel.

[takesnoshit]

"You might have done that with any clothing." She tugs at his hair, undoing his braids so she may bury her hands in the long darkness of it. The purr of his voice shivers down her spine, filling her with pleasant anticipation.

[theywhowait]

He's laughing silently as she pushes him back down, but he goes willingly, and this time he doesn't stop, dipping as deep into her as he can, the gentlest touch of teeth to her clit.

[theywhowait]

Faramir ducks his head under and comes up with a splash in her direction.

"Only so long as the water is warm!" He laughs, and feeling himself clean enough, makes for dry land.

[grumpycatanthir]

"Well yes. But it wouldn't be something I made just for you." He drops his head to nuzzle along her neck, pressing kisses with just the edge of teeth.

[grumpycatanthir]

He kisses her like he's drowning, hungry and needy, and actually whines as she pulls away. He props himself up on his elbows as she keeps sliding down, watching with curious eyes, and he yelps as she licks.

"That tickles!"

[takesnoshit]

She tilts her head, and her smile turns ever so faintly wicked as she tickles his sides with light fingers. She has his lower body pinned; he cannot escape without difficulty.

[takesnoshit]

"It would," she says, her voice low and suddenly more husky. She tilts her head back for him. "All my clothes are made by you, for I will wear no others. Not if Vairë herself wove them."

[withoutswords]

She willingly lets herself be selfish, for she knows how he loves doing this for her, to her, and besides he will have pleasure enough of his own before long...so for now she gasps and sighs, rolling her hips against his tongue in the rhythm she wants, until finally her climax rolls through her. She does cry out then, try as she may to hold it back, but by that point she is heedless of all else save her beloved and the bliss he is giving to her, her fingers tangled in his hair as she tenses and then releases, limp and sated.

[withoutswords]

She laughs, twisting her half-wet hair over her shoulder, wringing the water out of the tips. "We will heat it ourselves," she promises. "And I will undertake to keep you warm."

More than a little suggestion to that promise, and in her smile as she walks out of the stream with him.

[grumpycatanthir]

He comes back to kiss her fondly.

"All of them? I shall have to get busy, I see!"

[grumpycatanthir]

He squawks, squirming and trying to capture her hands.

"Haleth!"

[theywhowait]

"Hm, that sounds most enticing." He grins back at her as he dresses. "I will have to endeavour to do the same!"

[theywhowait]

He licks her through the aftershocks, and then sits up again, reaching to brush the hair from her face fondly.

"Did I satisfy correctly?"