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[questionablewit]

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[withoutswords]

She chuckles, a low, wicked sound, such as she has rarely made. But then, she has never before had such provocation. "We would not be the first pair to anticipate the wedding night," she points out suggestively. "Though I would prefer a better and warmer location than this."

[withoutswords]

She lets that kiss, passionate and prolonged, be her answer, and when she pulls away it is only to kiss his jaw, then his throat. "Do you not know?" she asks with amusement, the question an echo of the now long ago day when they first came to an understanding with each other.

[theywhowait]

He shivers, as he did long ago, pulse jumping under her lips as she kisses his throat, and his eyes looking at her are dark, voice gone rough.

"I seem to remember my lady promising to teach me~"

[theywhowait]

"One with a mattress, perhaps, if we were going to be... naughty." He laughs throatily, eyes glittering up at her. "I suppose it will depend on how well we can control ourselves."

[withoutswords]

She laughs and kisses him briefly, leaning her forehead against his afterwards. "If it were spring or summer," she says, her voice low, "I would take you to a meadow I know, an hour's ride from here. There is a hillock there all covered in clover and wildflowers, and a stream running nearby." She kisses him again, murmuring against his mouth, her voice low. "And I would push you down onto the clover and show you just how much control I have, and I do not think you would miss the mattress."

[withoutswords]

Her hands slip under his loosened but not yet removed shirt, stroking up and down his back before settling at the base of his spine. She kisses his throat again, then his place where neck meets shoulder. A flicker of mischief crosses her face as she bites at it--not hard, just suggestively. "Which lesson had you in mind?"

[theywhowait]

He shivers at the promise in her voice, and presses a kiss to the curve of her jaw, and thence down her throat.

"You will still have that chance, in the coming spring." He says hoarsely. "Or the summer, perhaps."

lol I think, at this rate, we're going to have to FTB or they're just going to sit here and flirt

[theywhowait]

He shivers, head tilting to give her better access as she bites.

"We did have rather a list, did we not? Perhaps we should start with the one involving testing the bed..."

I keep wanting to get more explicit and then going wait, nope, can't! /sheepish

[withoutswords]

She chuckles wickedly, letting her hands wander lower to his hips, dipping her fingers under the waistband. "And how well the walls block out sound," she murmurs against his skin, nipping her way along his shoulder. "So to make a proper trial, you must be as unrestrained as you may, and hold nothing back."

[withoutswords]

Her breath catches as his lips touch her throat, and she closes her eyes, tilting her neck. "When you come to claim your bride, and take her to the White City?" She gasps as he finds a particularly sensitive place, and her hands clench hard on his shoulders. "Or before?"

I am the slowest! \o/ I also have *no* clue what stories Eowyn would know of Glorfindel, if any.

[withoutswords]

Eowyn is startled almost to silence, first by his appearance--he stands out amongst his people just as she does among hers, two gold heads surrounded by darker shades--and then again by his glad, admiring greeting to her. "I am honored by your attention, my lord," she says, courteous though confused. "But I fear you have the advantage of me. What do you mean by At last? Am I known to you?"

[theywhowait]

"Well..." He murmurs, pressing slow kisses as he works his way down her neck.

"I really should be behaving, and waiting until the wedding..."

lol well shall we just do that then, because I think Faramir is just as fond of the tease as anythin

[theywhowait]

He shivers with a low gasp.

"If the White Lady continues in this manner, I think I will not have to try terribly hard." He manages.

what slow you no nevaaaaaaarrrrrr

[returnedgold]

"Not by name, lady." He smiles and releases her hands enough to bow over them properly.

"Glorfindel of Rivendell, at your service. And once, I too faced your foe."

NIGHTMARE AHOY

[theywhowait]

They have been wed for long enough to get used to each other's habbits by now, but Faramir crying out and trashing in his sleep is new.

[withoutswords]

Since they were wed, Eowyn and Faramir have slept by each other's sides, without exception or any desire for exception, and their nights have been sweet indeed. If it took a little while to get used to sharing a bed with another, well, there were compensations. Though those have often led to their falling asleep later than they otherwise might have, or rising later than they ought.

But this is the first time either has cried out in the night, or had restless sleep. Eowyn wakes at once. She is no light sleeper, she has not that part of a soldier's training. But Faramir's voice would wake her from a deeper sleep than this, particularly when he sounds so distressed.

She rolls over, leaning above him and shaking his shoulder gently. "Faramir? Faramir, wake. It is but a dream."

Eowyn prefers action to words, but for him she makes an exception, because then he smiles.

[withoutswords]

"Fie, man of Gondor." She laughs softly, sliding her hands properly under his breeches and splaying her hands on the bare skin she finds there. "You have a duty to fulfill, to your fiefdom and your lady wife. I expect you to do your utmost."

[withoutswords]

"Mm." It is a sound more of distraction than agreement, for Eowyn's thoughts are much more concerned with the pleasant way she shivers every time he kisses her, and with his hands pulling her close, and the impatience in his breath. "And yet...?"

[theywhowait]

He fights the bedcovers as if they are strangling him, face covered with a sheen of sweat. But he struggles only briefly against her hold before her voice recalls him to the waking world.

"Eowyn? Did I hurt you?"

/INCANDESCANT BLUSHING

[theywhowait]

He groans as her hands move, and the next kiss is rather more heated than before.

"My lady commands." He says breathlessly. "And if she'd be so kind as to help me with my breeches, I would be only too glad to comply."

[theywhowait]

"And yet..." He kisses her again, slow and langurous. "You are a very great temptation, my lady!"

[thebloodiesthands]

"Oh, I never say no to offers of free food," Sairey says with a smile. It's a lie; she has, and frequently. But the sentiment behind it is true enough, accepting an offer when given in good faith as a way of smoothing social niceties. Even now, years out of the circle, she sometimes has to study up on those.

Etiquette books are amazingly helpful.

Sairey leads Marian and Teo without incident to the inn, chattering occasionally about the city they are walking through. Never enough to be truly distracting, but enough to seem the part of someone talking to a friend. Once inside the inn - nice enough, the kind for artisan pilgrims and the lower class of merchant - she pulls aside a dwarven serving girl for her cousin to order from, and then leads her upstairs. The room is small, but not cramped, with an open window and a window seat. As Sairey had said, there's a good view of the street. There is also access to the roof next-door, if one were athletically inclined.

Sairey sits at the window seat, and pauses. Suddenly, she's unsure of what to do with her hands. Instead, she just looks up at Marian with slightly wide-eyes.

"So. Um. Hi."

[withoutswords]

"Mm." More than a little pride in her murmur, this time, and she returns his kiss with open hunger, letting her hands wander as they will. She has often thought of this during the long months of their separation, remembering such explorations as they were able to manage under the night sky in the gardens of the Houses of Healing, before she left Gondor. They were more restrained at the time, with their understanding so new.

But now that he is here she finds she cares very little for conventions, or for what any might think of what they do. This is her beloved, he is hers as she is his. They are already bound together in honor and in their hearts if not yet in name, and what they to together in private is no one else's concern.

So when there is a loud clamour from outside, and the door thuds as though someone has just fallen against it, she pauses (not releasing him) and stares, glaring angrily at the entrance as though daring it to open, and the Valar have mercy on anyone who dares to enter, for she will not. Fortunately there are other noises, laughter and what seems to be drunken singing. Revellers passing by, rather than anyone truly seeking entrance or searching for the missing Steward and the king's sister.

After a few seconds there is silence once more, but the mood has changed, and Eowyn sighs, disengaging a little with obvious reluctance. "If it is this difficult to find a quiet moment to ourselves once we are wed, I will be most displeased."

From him or you? ;) (also how about instead of just FTB we cut to afterwards?)

[withoutswords]

She laughs again, a delighted, bell-like sound, so filled with happiness she cannot contain it, and removes her hands so that she might roll them back over and fulfill this request.

[withoutswords]

"No." In truth it had been a nearer thing than she will tell him, but avoiding the blows he struck at the air was no difficult thing. There is hair sticking to the sweat on his brow, and she brushes it away, concerned. "No, love, I am well. But what ails you?"