Èowyn makes a tiny noise of dismay at the response, still stroking the patch of scarred skin with her fingers lightly. That must have been a painful encounter! It's such a silly thought over an injury years in the past, but she does not like to picture him in such pain. With due care, she replaces her fingers with her lips, covering the span of the scar with soft kisses while her hand brushes down to stroke across his stomach, fingertips eagerly tracing the definition of his abdominal muscles and delighting in being able to touch him this way.
"I must marvel at my fortune anew-- you are beautiful, husband," she murmurs with a little hum, smiling against his skin before tipping her head up to glance at him with an impish gleam in her eye. "If it does not offend your masculinity to say so."
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Date: 2018-10-12 04:42 pm (UTC)"I must marvel at my fortune anew-- you are beautiful, husband," she murmurs with a little hum, smiling against his skin before tipping her head up to glance at him with an impish gleam in her eye. "If it does not offend your masculinity to say so."