"My Faramir," she murmurs, caressing his face. "My husband, my love, my light, my own..."
There are more kisses, and still she cannot have enough of them, enough of this moment. His body is warm under hers, lean but strong, and now wonderfully familiar to her. Every part of him is hers, as every part of her is his, and she smiles to think it, even as she nuzzles at his nose with hers.
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Date: 2019-02-03 12:09 am (UTC)There are more kisses, and still she cannot have enough of them, enough of this moment. His body is warm under hers, lean but strong, and now wonderfully familiar to her. Every part of him is hers, as every part of her is his, and she smiles to think it, even as she nuzzles at his nose with hers.