Éowyn loves Faramir's passion, for all that he keeps it more restrained than she does hers--a thing she hopes may now change, with them finally wed...
At any rate she sheds her remaining shift most willingly, and undoes the laces on his trousers and tugs them down over his hips with all the enthusiasm and none of the caution she showed the first time she did so. It is many months now since they could explore each other at all, for since his arrival for their wedding they have had little time and less privacy; a few stolen kisses are all they have managed.
She sighs with some satisfaction as he reaches for her breasts, splaying her own hands on his chest in turn. "We even have a mattress, this time," she murmurs. "It would be a shame not to use it."
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At any rate she sheds her remaining shift most willingly, and undoes the laces on his trousers and tugs them down over his hips with all the enthusiasm and none of the caution she showed the first time she did so. It is many months now since they could explore each other at all, for since his arrival for their wedding they have had little time and less privacy; a few stolen kisses are all they have managed.
She sighs with some satisfaction as he reaches for her breasts, splaying her own hands on his chest in turn. "We even have a mattress, this time," she murmurs. "It would be a shame not to use it."