"Eowyn..." More a breath than a word, for his mouth is better occupied than with speaking. He slides a hand through her hair, over her shoulder, down the arm still marked by scarring from where the Witch-king hit her with his mace. They both have scars to bear, and he welcomes hers as part of her.
Then both his hands are at her waist, and she moans and the sound shoots down his spine, and he pulls her hips towards his, groaning into her mouth at the tantalizing pressure, the nearness of her. They should do something about the rest of his clothes, he realizes dimly, or at least make progress towards the bed, and yet..."Eowyn." His mouth wanders from hers to her jaw, trails a line of kisses to her neck, her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
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Date: 2018-09-25 10:20 pm (UTC)Then both his hands are at her waist, and she moans and the sound shoots down his spine, and he pulls her hips towards his, groaning into her mouth at the tantalizing pressure, the nearness of her. They should do something about the rest of his clothes, he realizes dimly, or at least make progress towards the bed, and yet..."Eowyn." His mouth wanders from hers to her jaw, trails a line of kisses to her neck, her ear, his breath hot on her skin.