He is careful enough that she does not wake, or perhaps she is simply worn out by the day that she sleeps deeply enough to not be stirred from it. In sleep her face is softened and open, not childlike but quieted. Awake, her emotions ever flit across her face, her expressions echoing her quick thoughts. Stillness is only her natural state when she is at rest.
She sleeps long and well, past her usual hour of waking despite having fallen asleep so early, and wakes fuzzy-headed. Her stomach is, again, somewhat turbulent--but this time she smiles to herself, remembering the reason.
There is still a warm weight on the bed next to her, the sound of steady breathing. Without opening her eyes she turns towards it, fits herself against the long length of her husband. As she does so she realizes that while her laces have been loosened, she is still in the dress she wore yesterday, and at that she chuckles a little. Sighing a little, she places a kiss on Faramir's shoulder, the part of him nearest her mouth. She is lucky to have such a husband, and well knows it.
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Date: 2018-07-17 10:29 pm (UTC)She sleeps long and well, past her usual hour of waking despite having fallen asleep so early, and wakes fuzzy-headed. Her stomach is, again, somewhat turbulent--but this time she smiles to herself, remembering the reason.
There is still a warm weight on the bed next to her, the sound of steady breathing. Without opening her eyes she turns towards it, fits herself against the long length of her husband. As she does so she realizes that while her laces have been loosened, she is still in the dress she wore yesterday, and at that she chuckles a little. Sighing a little, she places a kiss on Faramir's shoulder, the part of him nearest her mouth. She is lucky to have such a husband, and well knows it.