"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."
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Date: 2018-05-24 02:28 pm (UTC)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."