musebox for Ashfae's minions

This time she manages to keep her reactions quiet, small gasps and catches of breath. Her hands wander, reacquainting themselves with Faramir, the muscles in his back and arms, the softness of his hair, the way their legs slide against each other..."I missed thee," she murmurs, for even more than the fever of lovemaking the missed this intimacy with him. There has been so little time or energy for it.