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She issues another slightly pitchy noise into his mouth when he pulls her hips into his more firmly still, cheeks feeling hot and flushed. She pants for breath once the kiss breaks, sighing hotly as Faramir's lips take to trailing across her neck, tipping her head to the side to give his exploration more room. Her own hands do not remain idle, either, but take to running down to the base of his spine, before scrabbling suggestively along the waist of his breeches.

"Does Gondor call for aid?" she breathes a little slyly, grinning, altogether uncertain how she has the capacity for more jests when she feels so lightheaded and overheated.