She intercepts his hand, pulls it up to her chest. "I am not that impatient," she says, raising an eyebrow at him. And she will not be ready yet, much as she wants him, short as their time may be. Eowyn wraps a leg around him, twining their bodies together. "I do mean to enjoy you first, my husband. And hope you will do the same."

As evident by the way she kisses him again, her tongue sliding eagerly into his mouth.