Éowyn sighs against his lips, the sound morphing into a quiet hum of pleasure as she kisses back; tender and unhurried, loving this closeness and sense of unity that fills her as they embrace like this. She holds him as best she can, one hand stroking over his shoulder and down his arm before trailing back up again; he has such lovely arms, delightfully toned from years of handling a bow. She could name them her favorite part of his body, but that would slight every other part of him-- how is she ever to decide?

She sighs anew at his soft declarations between even softer kisses; it still gives her a little thrill to hear him speak in her own tongue, moved by the fact that he made the effort to learn in the first place. Her own reciprocal efforts to brush up on her Sindarin have fallen shorter, but she determines to fix that-- if only perhaps after their honeymoon...

"I hope it will always be like this between us," she whispers, carding her fingers through his hair again and leaning her forehead gently against his, overcome with a rush of emotion.