musebox for Ashfae's minions

There was not much playfulness in Eowyn's life before Faramir came into it, not since she was a child, and she knows the same is true for him. Being silly with him, without self-consciousness or restraint, is something she enjoys almost as much as his touch. Both are familiar now, and welcomed, and she laughs a little, her breath catching as his fingers curve around her breasts. "My Faramir," she murmurs, bending to kiss the crown of his head. "Such delight you bring me!"