Knowing that he too touched himself and thought of her makes her shiver, or perhaps that is the work of his fingers stroking inside her, rubbing at the nub where all her pleasure waits. She gasps, her hips moving against his hand and her eyes close, her breaths coming in short cries that rise in pitch as he continues.

After a few minutes she grips his hair and pulls him back up, needing to kiss him, to taste his mouth. "Faramir...Faramir, please...!"