Fair, perhaps, but Éowyn still regrets the loss of him hard against her hand. He quickly gives her other things to think about, and she trembles against him; from his caresses and what he is saying both. Always, her own words feel so clumsy next to his, unable to achieve such level of eloquence to describe her feelings. She hardly holds that against him, nor is all too concerned of it-- she knows she more than makes up for it in action.
Her breath catches slightly when his mouth brushes lightly across her sensitive collar, another little shiver running through her. The intensity from the night before is still there now, but not so much the same urgency-- in the pale light of the dawning day, they seem content to take things a little slower; more indulgently, almost. Éowyn twists at the waist when his explorations drift further southward still, turning slightly on her back to give him better access to her chest while their legs remain tangled, closing her eyes for a moment and biting her lip on a low hum when he caresses her breasts.
"Is that--" Her breath hitches audibly with a tiny half-moan carried upon the noise when his lips tend to her nipple, pebble-hard under his careful ministrations. Shakily, she tries again, one hand settling on his shoulder and sliding up to the back of his neck. "Is that truly so difficult to believe? That we are here, finally-- together? For this... this feels quite wondrously real to me."
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Date: 2018-10-21 10:20 am (UTC)Her breath catches slightly when his mouth brushes lightly across her sensitive collar, another little shiver running through her. The intensity from the night before is still there now, but not so much the same urgency-- in the pale light of the dawning day, they seem content to take things a little slower; more indulgently, almost. Éowyn twists at the waist when his explorations drift further southward still, turning slightly on her back to give him better access to her chest while their legs remain tangled, closing her eyes for a moment and biting her lip on a low hum when he caresses her breasts.
"Is that--" Her breath hitches audibly with a tiny half-moan carried upon the noise when his lips tend to her nipple, pebble-hard under his careful ministrations. Shakily, she tries again, one hand settling on his shoulder and sliding up to the back of his neck. "Is that truly so difficult to believe? That we are here, finally-- together? For this... this feels quite wondrously real to me."