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"...No, you are right," Éowyn agrees with a tiny sigh as he pulls back, following suit and lifting her head to meet his gaze. As always, he soothes her the way nobody else can with one look alone, bringing a tender smile to her own lips. She closes her eyes and kisses back gently, softly-- one pale hand coming up to cradle his cheek.

"You are completely right," she repeats once they part from the sweet kiss. "Let us cast off such dour thoughts when now we have weeks worth of time together ahead of us. We will make the most of them, and create memories to sustain us for when we must part again."

It would not be forever, as hard as it would be; and after, they would be reunited for nothing less than their own wedding, never to be parted from each other ever again. The hour has grown even later and darker, and Éowyn chuckles softly, lips curving into an amused smile as she thinks back on her excuse to draw Faramir aside. "I am afraid we did not see much of the view I promised you..."

Éowyn cannot help her laugh at that; as short as it is, it is all pure amusement. "Perhaps there might be one or two such plants."

She glances over with a look that is caught between teasing and conspiratorial. "But surely, my lord, you are not planning on any such underhanded means of ridding yourself of the brew? I seem to recall your reluctance earlier when I first suggested something akin to an accident."

He's panting, but he reaches up with clumsy hands and draws her down to kiss her.

"Thank you." He breathes softly, feeling limp and wrung out (and sticky. That too). "But you have pleasured me, lady, and are you not yourself wanting?"

They are both trying to undress the other at once, which really does make for hilarious giggling and tugging as they try and distract each other. Once he's gotten at least one of her laces untied, he's more keen on allowing her to get at his shirt in turn, although he's kissing her and trying to distract her the whole time.

"I did my best, indeed!"

Promises, promises~

He grins a little at her. "You don't strike me as one, no."

But he accepts the hand up, although he shakes his head when she offers her shoulder.

"I am not yet so tired as that! And with the height difference, I suspect it would be too awkward. Have you broken your fast yet?"

He distracts her most successfully with hands and mouth, and above all with laughter. Their lives are joyous these days, but still they have not many chances for play such as this, save for when they are alone with each other. It is not merely the act to come nor the deep love underwriting it which fills her with delight, but the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Eowyn is not a ridiculous woman, and would not have known how to appreciate it before. Many and varied are the gifts her husband has given her, in their marriage, and this not the least of them.

"You always do," she agrees affectionately, pausing in her efforts for a moment as his mouth lands somewhere near her ear. She does finally succeed in getting his shirt off, at least, and then it's a matter of both of them attempting to pull the voluminous dress over her head. Likely it would be easier if only one of them made the attempt--but it would also be less fun.

She is breathless with laughing by the time they manage it, clad now only in her shift and stockings. She smiles broadly at her husband, getting to her knees and climbing to settle herself in his lap, caressing his face and neck. "So I trust you will also do your best now, my lord."

Faramir is never clumsy, which says more than words just how much the experience has affected him. Eowyn is more than a little smug about the results of this experiment, and it shows. She kisses him with gentle lips, her hand still resting on his face. "Yes," she admits. "But I took pleasure in it also, and I can wait. At least until we have managed to clean this up a little. Is it always what happens?"

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Faramir's eyes gleam with excitement as she produces, as though by wizardry, a tray of honeycakes. "Temptress!" he murmurs, for she knows that one of his besetting sins is a sweet tooth, and honeycakes are a particular favorite of his. His eyes darken a little as he watches her lick her fingers. That is an idea worth exploring, when they are back in their rooms...

The sight and thought distract him enough that he forgets to answer for a moment. "Not immediately." His expression is just a trifle wicked. "But he will feel better for it in some little while. We have various herbs we add that also assist, though they do not do much to aid the taste! But he must make do. Have we all that is needed?"

"So we shall," he agrees, leaning against her so their foreheads touch. Having her so close to him is a joy and blessing indeed, and he cherishes it. "And this greeting will not be the least of those. I assure you I seen the view I wished to see. Although, I cannot say I have had my fill of it..."

His eyes twinkle down at her, for he is obviously not speaking of Edoras.

Though not professing to a particular sweet tooth herself, there exists one special exception for Éowyn; old Helga's honeycakes. They are the most sumptuous treats she knows, and she is only too happy to indulge Faramir's weakness in this instance. It is the first morning of their wedded life, after all-- if this occasion does not call for something a bit special, then nothing will.

Her brow climbs a little higher still at Faramir's silence, a knowing smile spreading to her lips as if she is aware of what he thinks. She does not, of course, but she can make a fairly good guess. Shaking her head a little dubiously at his explanation but not contesting it, Éowyn flits over to one of the shelves and grabs a bottle of mead with a quiet laugh of glee to add to their bounty.

"We do now," she grins. "Let us away, before we truly run into someone who is conscious and able to hinder our return to our room."

Her cheeks blush prettily even as she breathes a laugh, smiling in fond amusement and bashful pleasure both. "You flatterer," she accuses in a murmur, entirely without heat. "You shall give me a big head with all these pretty compliments."

"I suggested no such matter," Faramir says, the picture of innocence. "I merely enquired as to the state of your room. After all, it was I who offered it to you, and it is incumbent on me to make sure you are well contented with it and its contents."

"That was not flattery," he corrects, still smiling at her. "Nor even a compliment. It was merely the truth. But if you fear for your head, I will try to hold my tongue."

His mouth goes dry. Between her raised eyebrow as she licks her fingers and the knowing smile that crosses her face as she watches him watch her, Éowyn comes dangerously close to being taken there and then, on the kitchen floor, and to Harad with the consequences.

It occurs to Faramir that she may be right and it may be he who is the insatiable one of the pair of them, rather than she. Though with such provocation, he doubts any would blame him--least of all Éowyn herself.

Exercising tremendous self-restraint, he picks up the tray on which they've loaded their bounty, which will keep his hands occupied and (thus well-behaved) until they are back in their rooms.

The trip back is almost as ludicrous as the outward journey, though they are more encumbered. Faramir stops to leave the hangover remedy by Anborin, smirking hugely as he does. They move more quickly, for dawn truly is breaking now, and it will not be long until the Hall begins to awaken. Faramir believes he hears the faintest whisper of footsteps as they turn the corner towards their own chamber, but they do not spy anyone moving save themselves.

As soon as they are back in their room, the tray on the table and the door once more barred behind them, he collapses into a chair as all the laughter they've been suppressing bursts forth.

Éowyn muffles her giggles behind her free hand as Faramir leaves his gift next to the unsuspecting ranger, her shoulders shaking and gripping the bottle by the neck tightly. She quickens her pace just a little as they near their quarters once more, thinking she too hears quietest noises-- the maids and other servants, she is rather certain. Éowyn suspects they managed to beat Helga to the kitchens with only some odd moments, thanking their good fortune indeed. (And that they both had enough restraint not to start fooling around in the kitchens...) The moment they are safely behind closed doors once more, she too gives herself free rein to laugh heartily, placing the bottle on the table before she drops it.

But then, she sees fit to drop herself onto Faramir's lap sideways, wrapping her arms about his neck and pressing her smiling lips to his, kissing him softly but firmly. There's still a faintest hint of honey clinging to her tongue.

It is an entirely expected correction, and Éowyn's lips twitch. "I was simply making an observation. I did not say you need to stop," she points out primly, the effect ruined completely by the gleam of mischief in her eyes.

"Ah. You are considerate indeed, my lord, to take such interest," she returns surprisingly evenly, pinching her lips together for a moment in effort to stem a smile of amusement that threatens to tug the corners of her mouth up, her gaze cast on the path ahead.

His response cannot but please her. He wraps his arms around her at once, returning her kiss with fervour. Though the first few moments remain interrupted now and then by mirthful chuckles.

But he can taste the honey in her mouth, adding to her own sweetness, and he was more than half-ready even before she sat on his lap. Mirth is rapidly overtaken.

"Éowyn, love--" he murmurs into her mouth, as one of his hands slips inside her robe and cups her breast, thumbing the nipple. Such a wonderful garment, a dressing gown; so easy to put on and remove, to work around..."Mm...If you wish break your fast first, you had better stop me now."

In retrospect, Éowyn realizes that perhaps she should not have set them down this road of temptation any further than they already were, but it was simply impossible for her to resist. She can only regret the fact that they must pause this, as hunger -- for food -- growls in her belly, as she knows it does in his, too. Faramir is not making it particularly easy, though; she looses a soft moan against his lips as his hand curves around her supple breast, the sound morphing into a veritable purr of pleasure as his thumb strokes her nipple, the nub of flesh perking up instantly under his touch.

"Food first, my dearest," she issues, albeit rather shakily, gently curling her fingers around his wrist though she's loathe to hinder his divine touch. "Then, we may... revisit this plan." Leaning her forehead against his, she grins. "Come now-- you will like those honeycakes, they are the best in the whole land."

Faramir has lived a life sworn to blade and bow, but if pressed, he might have admitted that he dreamed of days like this, with the woman he loves laughing in his arms, and the world at rights around them. Here, with Eowyn, he has everything he ever truly wanted.

He laughs softly as she finally settles in his lap, looking up at her as his hands come to rest on her hips, smiling up at her.

"High standards who hold me to! Far be it from me to prove a disapointment, on this occasion either!" He grins and cannot resist the teasing tickle up her sides, even as he presses kisses to her breasts, so kindly brought within easy reach now.

He chuckles and reaches for her hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing her fingers, lips lingering against the knuckles. "If you wish me to stand here and list all the attributes you possess that I admire and adore, my lady, I will gladly do so. But we will be standing until dawn before I run out of them, or possibly longer."

"Thank you," he says solemnly. "As Steward of Gondor, it is of course my responsibility to ensure that all houseplants are watered regularly, and that the windows open and close as they should. Anything else would reflect poorly on the honor of my city."

He looks and sounds far more lighthearted than he did when she found him by the walls, his shoulders less slumped and tense, and his eyes merry.

He sighs but subsides, too much a gentleman to protest her refusal. Besides, she is right, and he can hear her stomach rumbling. "They looked it," he agrees, twisting his hand in her grip so he may clasp her fingers. "But to ask me to resist two such temptations at once is truly cruel. I can hardly start with the honeycakes, after all."

Not if the goal is sustenance, at least. They are wondrous things, but will hardly give him the stamina he needs for certain activities.

He kisses her briefly, not a prelude to more activity but a promise to return to it later, then turns in the chair towards the table, keeping her firmly seated on his lap. His arm is still snug around her waist. Fortunately the various things they purloined may all be eaten one-handed.

That compliment earns the faintest hint of a smile on her mouth as she helps him up. More an echo than an actual smile, but there nonetheless.

"Not yet," she says, stepping away once he makes it clear he needs no further aid. He does not look to be in danger of falling, for the moment. "I wished first to look to my people and see how they fared." And it speaks well for him, to her mind, that he assumed as much--that almost the first thing he said to her when she arrived was to tell her of her people, rather than to ask after her own welfare. "How are you provisioned? You cannot have been able to bring much, not riding to our aid as you did."

"You are never a disappointment to me, my heart." Her hand moves to tangle in his hair, and her eyes are filled with deep affection as she watches him. She squirms away from those tickling, teasing fingers, chuckling, then shivers as he kisses her chest. "On the contrary, you are all my delight and all I desire. Now and always."

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it's true lmao

loooooooooool

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loooooooool

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"Oh no! Propriety!" "...........actually can I just shag you on the kitchen floor please?"

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no shagging here yet, just propriety. woe :(

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He's thought about it! ...though at this point he'd be embarassed as hell to admit it!

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auuughhh wish I could hug him. What a sweetheart.