In retrospect, Éowyn realizes that perhaps she should not have set them down this road of temptation any further than they already were, but it was simply impossible for her to resist. She can only regret the fact that they must pause this, as hunger -- for food -- growls in her belly, as she knows it does in his, too. Faramir is not making it particularly easy, though; she looses a soft moan against his lips as his hand curves around her supple breast, the sound morphing into a veritable purr of pleasure as his thumb strokes her nipple, the nub of flesh perking up instantly under his touch.
"Food first, my dearest," she issues, albeit rather shakily, gently curling her fingers around his wrist though she's loathe to hinder his divine touch. "Then, we may... revisit this plan." Leaning her forehead against his, she grins. "Come now-- you will like those honeycakes, they are the best in the whole land."
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Date: 2018-11-04 12:18 pm (UTC)"Food first, my dearest," she issues, albeit rather shakily, gently curling her fingers around his wrist though she's loathe to hinder his divine touch. "Then, we may... revisit this plan." Leaning her forehead against his, she grins. "Come now-- you will like those honeycakes, they are the best in the whole land."