This unrushed series of touches and kisses, with no agenda but affection and mutual enjoyment behind them, is another tenor of bliss yet. Truly, Faramir muses, love is made of a multitude of pleasures, and the obvious ones are not always the greatest...

He breaks off with a laugh, pulling back far enough to look at her, that he might see the amusement on her face clearly. "No, and perhaps we shall keep that to ourselves!" His grin too is teasing, mischevious. "Unless we try it again later, and end up breaking it after all--in which case if there were no such tales before, there will be from this day forth. Not the legacy I had intended to leave behind me! Though I could hardly complain, given how pleasing it was at the time..."

Remembering stirs him a little, and his mouth drifts down to her chin, then her neck. Light, teasing kisses, still more affectionate than with intention. For the moment.