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Faramir's ardent kiss muffles her gasp of surprise against his lips, followed by a tiny moan as she tangles her free hand in his hair and returns the kiss with as much hunger and passion as he is pouring into the contact, shaking her to her very core. This is different from any kiss they've yet shared; it is a seal to a pledge, an expression of joy, love and devotion all in equal measure. They give and take of each other until they run out of breath, forced to break apart by necessity to draw in air only.

"I take that to mean you are pleased," she jests breathlessly once she's had a moment to recover, her slightly swollen lips curved in a beaming smile.