Éowyn chuckles softly, sighing in quiet contentment at the way he strokes her back. She suspects she isn't making Faramir's efforts to retrieve the blanket much easier, but she is simply too happily situated and content to move. Humming a little in agreement as the blanket settles warmly over their bodies, she lifts her head enough to press a fond kiss to his chest before resting her head back down, another happy sigh on her lips as she settles.
"Perhaps a little nap might do us well," she murmurs, already half-asleep herself and clearly not about to make any contrary demands out of him. Worn out by the day and their ardent lovemaking, she sinks into sleep in mere moments.
The next time she comes to, slowly fluttering her eyes open, she realizes she has not moved an inch since falling asleep lying mostly on top of Faramir. Most pleasant manner to awaken, she decides. The candles have long since burned out and the room filled with gentle light beginning to pour in from the window; barely dawn, she judges. It is finally silent, even the hardiest of Rohirrim subdued by the long celebration. A little nap, indeed!
Éowyn is in no hurry to rise and start the day, she is so comfortable where she lays. And in any case, she estimates they have a good couple of hours yet until they ought to break fast with the rest of the household and guests, as Rohan's wedding tradition dictates. She closes her eyes again with a small smile, not so much to sleep more but to enjoy this feeling of peace and contentment, one hand idly stroking his side.
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Date: 2018-10-18 02:40 pm (UTC)"Perhaps a little nap might do us well," she murmurs, already half-asleep herself and clearly not about to make any contrary demands out of him. Worn out by the day and their ardent lovemaking, she sinks into sleep in mere moments.
The next time she comes to, slowly fluttering her eyes open, she realizes she has not moved an inch since falling asleep lying mostly on top of Faramir. Most pleasant manner to awaken, she decides. The candles have long since burned out and the room filled with gentle light beginning to pour in from the window; barely dawn, she judges. It is finally silent, even the hardiest of Rohirrim subdued by the long celebration. A little nap, indeed!
Éowyn is in no hurry to rise and start the day, she is so comfortable where she lays. And in any case, she estimates they have a good couple of hours yet until they ought to break fast with the rest of the household and guests, as Rohan's wedding tradition dictates. She closes her eyes again with a small smile, not so much to sleep more but to enjoy this feeling of peace and contentment, one hand idly stroking his side.