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"Why?"

Her gaze is steady, unblinking.

Edited 2019-01-20 22:50 (UTC)

She breathes harder as he enters her, as she pushes herself down on him. There is more friction than usual, it's a bit more difficult, but still so welcome...he fills her and she encloses him. Eowyn wraps her arms around her husband's shoulders, burying her face against his cheek as she adjusts to him. She shivers a little in his hold, part the coolness of the water, part anticipation.

Then she moves her hips. Not much, for not much is needed; everything is so sensitive that even small motions have an effect. The water caresses their skin everywhere, both of them.

"I don't---" Oh Bema, he moves harder yet within her, deeper, and she gasps and clutches at him as he grows more frenzied. What was she saying? "I--" Her fingers spasm against his back, and she cries out wordlessly at every thrust, high-pitched and needy, beyond words. Anyone in the hallway outside will certainly here. She does not realize, nor would she care if she did.

He takes his time to answer her truthfully, because she deserves that.

"Because I thought when I met you that you were strong, and fierce, and loved your people. Because I find you fair, and your mind and mine work alike, that we might understand each other well. Because I find competence and practicality, as it turns out, extremely attractive when paired with a strong spirit and loyalty to one's people."

"Oh Eowyn." He groans, resting his head against hers and just breathing.

"Every time, beloved. You feel so good."

He can't really move much, himself, having to support her. But it doesn't stop the way his hips jerk and shift, or the tremble in his arms.

"Eowyn, Eowyn..." Her name is a chant on his lips, and he has just enough sense to remember to reach down, fumbling between them, to try and find her clit.

"I... I think I..."

She nods again, slowly. "Those are good reasons." Not likely to change, or to be mistaken. And matching her own opinions of him. It occurs to her that they are both unique in some ways, and that their uniqueness matches. They are both leaders to their people; that creates a bond, but also a distance, between leader and those led. For that reason as well as their shared inclinations of how to approach difficulties, they can understand each other in a way that most others will not. They are more equal than she first imagined, that day (it seems long ago, now) when he rode to her people's rescue.

But although Caranthir has called himself precipitous, Haleth is not. And moreover..."But duty does still lie between us, yours to your people and mine to mine. While I do not fear your Doom for myself, I can not risk it entangling the Haladin in its clutches." She shakes her head slowly. "I can not see a future in this. Perhaps years from now when my nephew is old enough to lead in my place, if we both still live and feel as we now do. But I cannot wed you, and you have said you cannot do less. Therefore this conversation should end here, and the subject not be brought up again."

"As do you." She shifts herself in his hold, so she is a little above him, to give herself the most leverage, but rests her forehead on his. "Oh my love, you feel..." She pulls herself up and then pushes back down, a long and slow, controlled motion, and bites her lip as she repeats it. The control is largely hers, in this; he could grip her hips to hold her in place and just fuck her soundly, and the idea has great appeal...perhaps in a little while...but for now having the upper hand thrills her, and she kisses him again as she moves in the water, as they find a slow rhythm together.

She all but screams as he brushes her clit, oversensitive from the previous pleasure he gave her and also from this, and he's so deep within her, she can feel him everywhere, surrounding and warm and loving and yes, and his fingers are still there, and she screams her ecstacy again as everything suddenly shatters into light.

He is quiet, and cannot hide the hurt that flashes briefly across his face before he folds it away.

"Your reasoning is sound." He says quietly. "I... understand, little though I like it. But Haleth, you also underestimate my stubborness. Your duties, at the moment, as you say rightly, weigh too heavy. But I can wait - I am quite willing to do so. And... I am... willing to wed you by my people's laws, but not by yours, if that will make things... easier."

Of course, if she has to marry someone else, that's a different story, but he doesn't think she's mentioned anything like that.

Faramir gasps her name as her spasms tip him the last bit over his own ledge, shuddering to completion within her.

It takes a long breathless moment after that before he can think again, kissing her slow and tired and pleased.

"Beautiful." He whispers as he kisses.

"Oh, oh Eowyn..."

He lets her set the pace for them both, loosing himself in the rhythm of each other.

Haleth sees the hurt in his face, and is sorry to have pained him; for all that she is sure of the wisdom of her words, her own regret too is there in her eyes. There is a further flash of emotion when he says he is willing to wait--sweet, tempting, dangerous thought.

But her face suddenly hardens, and she looks away. "I will never marry." The words are rough, the determination in them adamantine. It is clear this is no sudden decision, but something long-standing. "Haldan will be my heir, for it is most unlikely I will bear children. But even if that were not so, I will not marry."

There is a moment of silence, in which she breathes a little harder than seems warranted, staring into the fire and not seeing it. Her return to herself is almost as abrupt as her sudden distraction; she closes her eyes, then shakes her head, glancing at Caranthir. "...my apologies. That harshness was not intended for you."

She is beautiful, he is, they are, this is. Her tongue darts against his as she moves, their mouths separating and rejoining as she raises and lowers herself on him. It takes more effort in this position, even with him holding her, his hands supporting her wait. Her thighs grip his waist, and they are strong, but the water is slippery...their bodies slide against each other, contrasts of heat and coolness flooding her senses. "--love you--" The words are lost in his mouth, but it does not matter. He knows.

It takes Eowyn many minutes, it seems, before she comes back to herself and time begins to flow once more. When it does she is surprised to find there are tears in her eyes. Even so she is radiant as she returns his kiss, quiet and intent, deeply moved. She strokes his back, holding him as he rests atop her body, loving the weight of him. Perhaps in time it may become uncomfortable, but for now she is entirely content.

He bites back the instinctively lash of hurt, the need to say cruel words, tamping down his temper to consider what he saw in her face, instead.

"Forgiven. Will you tell me why?"

"Eowyn?" He murmurs into the kiss, concerned over her tears as he shifts to wriggle free of her body.

"Did I hurt thee?"

"Oh Eowyn!" He holds her, supports her, groans into her neck as she moves, as he feels the pressure build.

She shrugs a little. "Any man I married would have, or at least might seek, the leadership of the Haladin. And that I will not give."

For one of the rare times in her life, she hesitates, then continues more slowly. "That is not the whole story nor the only reason. Nor is it a thing that would apply to you, an irony I could never have foreseen when first I made my choice, years ago. But the rest of the story should wait for another night, I think. We have already given each other much to think on."

She must be slower than she wishes, given the impediment of the water, which waves and splashes around their bodies. Even so she is able to pick up speed, to take him a little harder. His hands are occupied, so she reaches between them herself, finds her clit and fingers it as she thrusts on him. At once her cries go up in pitch.

But she needs something more, something..."--teeth," she manages, gritting her own. "On my neck." Her neck has always been one of her most sensitive areas, the most easily aroused, especially by Faramir's mouth, whether he kisses or bites. She can feel his breath there, teasing her, but she wants wants more.

"No," she says at once, caressing his face with one hand and pulling him back down with the other, not wishing him to separate from her yet. The sensation of being joined with him, of that hardness gradually softening within her with butterly-like flutters, is too good to relinquish already. "No, no...this is joy, I promise thee."

Joy, and release, and a reaction to the unexpected, overwhelming intensity of what has just happened, beyond any expectation of hers. She kisses him again. "I have never been further from pain, my dearest heart, not felt so..." She laughs a little and kisses him yet again, for she has no word for this emotion, save one. "I love thee, Faramir."

"That first you will never have to worry about with me." Caranthir feels the need to point out.

He pauses. "Very well. I will not push you for more answers, at this time. But if you ever wish to speak, I will listen." He hesitates briefly, and then bows to her, a polite tip of the head.

"But for tonight I will leave you to your rest, for I have caused much disruption already, I see."

And he needs to lick his own wounds a little, a silly as that is.

He settles as she reassures him, stretching to kiss her softly.

"I am glad. I did not wish to bring thee pain on this night, of all nights."

They have learnt to be with each other in all sorts of different ways and positions, and this one is new, but no less delightful, for all that the build up is slower.

Faramir is already busy kissing up and down her neck, and at her demand he presses a laugh to her skin before biting, nibbling a love bite just above where her dress will cover it later.

"As you command!"

Edited 2019-01-23 07:41 (UTC)

"You have caused great disruption," Haleth says quietly. "But I would not wish it undone."

For she has been changed by knowing him; already she knows this. She can be content and wholly herself in the life she will lead, must lead, in the role her people need her to fulfill.

But even if they part this instant, with no more said or done, a part of her will always look north and think on Caranthir. She cannot regret that. It is too integral a part of her now, it would be like regretting her own left arm.

Haleth sighs and rubs her forehead. "I must think. Come and speak with me again tomorrow, as we walk or in the evening when we make camp. If you wish it." They are traveling at a walking pace, for the most part, for there are not carts enough for all the Haladin, and only the Eldar have horses. The slowest, the youngest or the still injured, they are all carried; those who are hale, including Haleth herself, walk.

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