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[whattheydefend]

Faramir's gaze softens at that fanciful compliment, and he reaches out to lay a hand on her head, stroking her hair again as she continues her search. His breath catches as her mouth wanders across skin never before thus traversed, and her hair brushes along his chest.

He shrugs a little as she frowns, not discomfited. "An orc, wielding a jagged, saw-edged blade. Many years ago. I was less experienced, and didn't see him in time."

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[freo]

"I understand." Èowyn nods sagely, affecting just such understanding. She's having a difficult time indeed, keeping her own amusement at bay. "Would it help if I were to look away?"

[freo]

Èowyn makes a tiny noise of dismay at the response, still stroking the patch of scarred skin with her fingers lightly. That must have been a painful encounter! It's such a silly thought over an injury years in the past, but she does not like to picture him in such pain. With due care, she replaces her fingers with her lips, covering the span of the scar with soft kisses while her hand brushes down to stroke across his stomach, fingertips eagerly tracing the definition of his abdominal muscles and delighting in being able to touch him this way.

"I must marvel at my fortune anew-- you are beautiful, husband," she murmurs with a little hum, smiling against his skin before tipping her head up to glance at him with an impish gleam in her eye. "If it does not offend your masculinity to say so."

[whattheydefend]

He raises an eyebrow at her, smiling just a little. "The most wonderful woman in the world is lying naked on my chest kissing her way down, and that after we have both given each other pleasure beyond my imagining. My manly pride has never been more secure than in this moment." The smile grows. "And I am not such a fool as to be offended by such a word, particularly coming from you."

I love them so.

[whattheydefend]

"I would never propose such a thing." He is solemn, now, and his eyes do not twinkle at all. Truly. "But how is your own tea?"

[theywhowait]

He blushes a little, reaching out to kiss her again, soft and sweet, hands tangling in her hair, for a moment the hot urgency temporarily banished with gratitude.

"Then we shall." He grins at her and then he returns to his earlier work to turn her legs to jelly.

HEADCANON FIRMLY ACCEPTED

[theywhowait]

"On the one hand, you are lovely enough that the term maiar could as easily be applied to you, but on the other, I am glad you are as mortal as I so that we can be together like this."

He grins at her as he stays mostly still so as not to impede her work, altho he cannot quite stop tracing fond circles on her hips.

[freo]

"It is a good thing, then, that it was I who proposed it instead of you, my lord," she says primly, similarly not at all holding at bay her amusement. At the question, she remembers her own brew, picking up her half-empty cup and glancing down at the contents.

"Less distasteful than yours in flavor at least, I imagine. Chamomile-- the Warden seems more concerned with soothing my mind than my bodily aches, which are thankfully less today."

And if perhaps the Warden has the right of it with his decision, Èowyn says nothing of it out loud.

[freo]

Èowyn has to glance down at their joined hands at that warm affection in his eyes, smiling and blushing slightly. His praise of her work garners a soft, breathy laugh from her, smiling more widely herself when she looks back up. "I am happy to hear you think so well of my home and labours both. You are not the only one who has done with little sleep, of late! I must admit, I was a little anxious despite my best efforts-- who wouldn't, when expecting such company as this? But all seem content."

And that is good. It was important for her to do this to the best of her ability, to leave all with a good impression on Èomer's kingdom. She does not miss Faramir's sudden self-consciousness when he looks back, coming herself to realize there are observing eyes aplenty in the Hall, for all that she cared not earlier in her zealousness to embrace him. Shaking off a moment of hesitation over it, she smiles and squeezes his hand gently.

"I should like to get to know your uncle and cousins a little better while we are all here. It seems I owe Lord Imrahil my thanks over his part in seeing me to treatment back on Pelennor."

[freo]

"It is well that I wedded a man both so wise and comely," she laughs merrily, grinning up at him for a moment before continuing, every word followed by another kiss to his skin; "And kind. Brave. Generous."

If he'll compliment her like so, she's determined to do no worse, certainly. Now she begins to get hampered by her position, as she can edge no further down his body lying where she is. Only with a small twinge of regret does she shift a little so she can get a knee beneath her to take most of her weight, better able now to move downward to keep up with her happy exploration. She makes sure to press her lips to every scar she comes across as she makes her way down to his stomach properly, letting her hair follow along-- though she's clearly no longer being that choosy; instead scattering kisses wherever she wants to, here and there flicking out the tip of her tongue too to taste the salt on his skin.

[whattheydefend]

"All these things?" he says, more than a little distracted by what she does. The variety as much as anything is effective, between the soft brush of her hair, the warm strokes of her hand, and the heated, wet press of her mouth. The flush colouring his skin has nothing to do with her compliments. "I think...you exaggerate a little..." He's still holding himself up on his elbows, and his hands clench a little at the sheets below them as she licks at his abdomen.

[whattheydefend]

The instant she looks down at her own cup, Faramir deftly empties the contents of his into the bush she pointed out earlier, conveniently only a foot away from where he sits.

"Ah," he says sagely, replacing his empty cup on the tray. "Well then, as I seem to have finished mine, and I have heard that fresh air is as beneficial for soothing the mind as anything else, shall we walk a little while instead?"

He still isn't laughing, but it's taking some effort.

[freo]

Oh, how she likes his reactions to everything she's doing! Perhaps she may coax more out of him; she'll certainly delight in trying.

"No," she counters, sounding completely sincere. "Not even a little, my love." Smiling, she lines kisses from his abdomen to his hip, where her teeth test gently at the slight jut of bone, before soothing the nip with her tongue. She's been completely derailed from her initial quest now, but she does not think either of them mind very much. But now, right next to his lap, she is also distracted by the very male part of him she is most curious to learn more of.

"If I were to please you as you did me, how should I begin?" she asks, as direct in this as she is in all other matters; though she can't seem to curb her eagerness enough to wait for him to actually answer, brushing gentle fingers lightly along his cock, still resting against his thigh.

[freo]

"Have you, now? Your timing is most convenient." Her glance is knowing and amused as she follows suit and places her cup on the tray, nodding at his suggestion. "We shall! I should be glad for the exercise, even if it is to see the same surroundings we have viewed too many a time to count, by now."

[whattheydefend]

He would protest, but then she grazes her teeth on his skin, and any arguments he might have made are entirely forgotten. His breathing is more shallow and rapid than usual, and he still watches her as though mesmerized.

Her question makes him swallow hard, her eyes going wide and dark, and then she touches him and he gasps. "That...is a good beginning," he manages. His cock is already stiffening under her careful touch, and he's dizzyingly aware that he will recover much, much more quickly than he would have expected. "You did say you wished to explore."

[freo]

"I did say that," she agrees with a small smirk, never one to turn down a challenge. For a moment, she contents herself to learning his shape with light fingertips, but soon she palms him with her whole hand experimentally, rubbing; a tiny hum of triumphant pleasure is at her throat at the way his manhood begins to harden further beneath her hand, responding to her touch. It's completely fascinating to her, and his reactions embolden her swiftly. Her caresses grow less hesitant, a clear intent behind them now. She flickers her gaze back up to watch his face as she curls her fingers around his stiffening length and squeezes softly, applying just a lightest amount of pressure.

[whattheydefend]

"And as I have not yet had any exercise this day, no doubt it would be good for me." He stands and walks around the table before offering her his arm. "Though speaking of unusual sights, I had noticed your hair. Is this how you would usually wear it, in Rohan?"

[whattheydefend]

Faramir is held captive almost as much by her expressions as by her explorations. She looks delighted and curious, growing in confidence by the moment as he reacts to her. Of its own accord, his cock jumps against the palm of her hand towards one of those tentative caresses, and his breath catches in a noise that's almost a groan at the way her eyes light up in response.

At the same time, he's all too aware that this is a slow, teasing, almost torturous build of desire. He does not wish to hurry it, for either of their sakes, but by all the Valar, he also does...and then she wraps strong fingers around him and he does groan, letting himself sink back on the pillow, his hips bucking up into her hand despite himself. "Yes, that...that is good." He must touch her, even if only a little, and reaches down to grasp her shoulder.

[whattheydefend]

"You will have your chance." Faramir's smile grows a shade warmer, for he is glad to hear her say so. "They will be remaining here with me, when the others continue their journey north. My uncle has told me of his part in your recovery--for which I have fervently thanked him!--and he is all the more pleased because of the results, for we value each other highly. He is looking forward to speaking with you."

His smile turns rueful. "As are my cousins, though they may have less altruistic motives, I suspect. They spent the entire journey here teasing me without mercy, for my mooncalfing. I trust they will be more restrained with you, but if they are not, we may need to find allies. I am sure Merry and Pippin would oblige us."

[withoutswords]

She gasps again as his hands and mouth return to her skin, leaning against him and wrapping an arm around his waist, inside the opened shirt. Her other hand she tangles in his hair. "Faramir..."

[theywhowait]

He smiles and redoubles his efforts to seek out favoured spots, shyly exploring his way to her breasts with his lips.

He's way more heroic than he thinks he is. The modesty just keeps getting in the way. ;)

[withoutswords]

"I do not think it was mere beauty that defined the maiar," she laughs, looking at him fondly. "But I am content to be as I am. Particularly now."

A gift she owes in part to him, and she has not forgotten even if he discounts the part he played in it. Her gaze softens at the thought, as she undoes the last of his buttons and bends over to kiss his chest.

[freo]

Èowyn drinks in every sound and twitch of muscle, warmth and satisfaction unfurling in her chest when Faramir finally gives in and falls back into the pillows with a groan that seems to shiver and echo through her whole body. She did this to him; she made him feel like this. It is an intoxicating thought, and she wants to give him more.

"Good is a fine start, my love," she murmurs, tilting her head to kiss the hand grasping her shoulder. But she's aiming higher still, tightening her fingers a little around his thickening cock and slowly starting to draw her fist up and down, pumping at first a little tentatively but soon gaining more courage in this, as well. He pulses in her hand, a fascinating dichotomy of hard and soft she cannot seem to stop marveling.

[freo]

"Oh!" She touches her free hand briefly to her hair while the other takes his arm, slightly self-consciously. "No, not usually. I often leave it unbound, less some task or decorum demands it put up and out of the way. I suppose I wanted something different today."

If it had something to do with what she'd told Faramir just a moment ago, the rest of her tale, even she couldn't say. Èowyn hums a little, continuing, "Though the maid who put it up this morning made many an unhappy face and protest. She seemed to think bound hair fit for married women and worried I might be sending the wrong message. I did not know such unwritten rules existed over ladies' hair, of all things."

She chuckles in amusement. Perhaps it was the maid's own idea, for surely not even Gondorian etiquette was quite so fussy.

[whattheydefend]

Amusement flickers across his face, and he nods. "It is a custom in Gondor for women to keep their hair loose while they are maids, and only wear it fully bound up after marriage, or when reaching a certain age." He shrugs. "It is a little impractical, for any woman who of any age who works will tie her hair back at least informally when needed, as you must have noticed from observing the healers and apprentices here. The tradition has more importance among the nobility."

Who do not work with their hands so much as ladies in Rohan, evidently. At least, not in the ordinary run of things. No doubt the maid worried Eowyn would be thought to be already married, or stating an intent not to wed at all--but that aspect he does not mention.