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[withoutswords]

"We do have a library," she informs him, taking his hand and leading him to a chair near the wall. "Small compared to those of Gondor, but well stocked with histories and songs. If you tire of my company on your visit you should be able to amuse yourself there for some days."

Her eyes twinkle at him, for she trusts--knows--that he will not tire of her company at all, however great a lover he is of books.

[theywhowait]

"Ah. But...is it big enough for two young lovers to ....get lost for a little while?"

He grins at her. "Together, obviously. Perhaps a quiet, private, hidden nook?"

[withoutswords]

She laughs and pushes him down onto the chair, sitting herself on his lap with a sigh of contentment. "I fear not," she admits ruefully. "True privacy will be hard to come by, unless we ride out to find it, and brave the cold winds. But I am resourceful, and know the halls better than any." She rests her forehead against his, smiling. "I am sure I can find a few places for us to lose ourselves, now and then."

[theywhowait]

"Oof" he pretends to protest with a laugh, but rather than push her off he pulls her closer, making a lie of his protest.

"And I doubt we will be allowed that much freedom." He agrees with her ruefully. "Not until all the formalities are done, in any case. Hopefully they will not take too long." Although treaties can, and that is at least half the reason why they are here.

He smiles and nudges up so he can kiss her.

"I will trust to my lady's better knowledge and discretion!"

[withoutswords]

She ceases conversation for a while in order to kiss him, languid, affectionate kisses of reacquaintance. She fits well on his lap, in his arms, which are tight around her. Once she might have found it an absurd position to be in, but she became fond of it. For one thing, they're of a height when seated thus, which makes activities such as this convenient.

After a time she sighs and breaks away, nuzzling her forehead against his. "After six months of waiting, I'm not sure I want to be discreet." She chuckles. "Except in that I would dislike being interrupted. But I am more than a little tempted to simply tell you which room is mine and invite you to come in through the window each night."

They would mostly behave themselves, if he did. Mostly. Most likely.

[theywhowait]

He laughs with her, breathless puffs of air against her skin.

"So long as I do not have to climb a tower to your window, as I fear I am quite likely to be spotted, if so!"

[withoutswords]

"No, mine is on the ground floor. It would be quite easy." She kisses him briefly. "And if someone does spot you and attempt to enter my room, I will throw the chamberpot at them as soon as they open the door."

[theywhowait]

"My stalwart defender! Even if it is your brother?" He laughs at the thought.

[withoutswords]

She smiles broadly at him. "Especially if it is my brother!" She kisses him again, though both are laughing.

[theywhowait]

"Then I am greatly relieved!" He has to stop kissing her for giggles.

"If the weather remains inclement, surely no one could fault us spending some time inside, where it's warm, after all!"

[withoutswords]

"And under the bedcovers," she agrees, trying to sound solemn and failing. "Lest we freeze. It would be most discourteous for me to let my guests be uncomfortable, after all." Her eyes shine with mirth.

[theywhowait]

"And snuggled together." He agrees with equal mirth. "To share body heat, of course. Especially if we went for an early ride and were chilled on our returning!"

[withoutswords]

"My lord!" she says in mock reproof, trying to hold back her laughter. "Are you trying to tempt this innocent maid of Rohan?"

[theywhowait]

He blinks at her in all innocence. "Tempt? Why no! I merely suggested a simple ride, and a possible solution. Perhaps the innocent maid is thinking not-so innocent thoughts?"

[withoutswords]

In answer she kisses him, a scorching, deep kiss that leaves no doubt about her deepest wishes, for all that they treat each other so lightly now. When it ends she is more than a little breathless, and presses her forehead to his. "This innocent maid is more than a little impatient to be wed to her beloved lord, and to be done with all this polite pagentry, so that she might show him exactly what sort of thoughts she has."

[theywhowait]

She is not the only one left breathless, and Faramir parts from her lips with great reluctance, removing his hands to more decorous areas than they wandered to.

"I eagerely await that day." He manages breathlessly. "And begin to think that we are going to have to avoid being in private locations, as I don't know how well I can resist this temptation!"

[withoutswords]

She chuckles, a low, wicked sound, such as she has rarely made. But then, she has never before had such provocation. "We would not be the first pair to anticipate the wedding night," she points out suggestively. "Though I would prefer a better and warmer location than this."

[theywhowait]

"One with a mattress, perhaps, if we were going to be... naughty." He laughs throatily, eyes glittering up at her. "I suppose it will depend on how well we can control ourselves."

[withoutswords]

She laughs and kisses him briefly, leaning her forehead against his afterwards. "If it were spring or summer," she says, her voice low, "I would take you to a meadow I know, an hour's ride from here. There is a hillock there all covered in clover and wildflowers, and a stream running nearby." She kisses him again, murmuring against his mouth, her voice low. "And I would push you down onto the clover and show you just how much control I have, and I do not think you would miss the mattress."

[theywhowait]

He shivers at the promise in her voice, and presses a kiss to the curve of her jaw, and thence down her throat.

"You will still have that chance, in the coming spring." He says hoarsely. "Or the summer, perhaps."

[withoutswords]

Her breath catches as his lips touch her throat, and she closes her eyes, tilting her neck. "When you come to claim your bride, and take her to the White City?" She gasps as he finds a particularly sensitive place, and her hands clench hard on his shoulders. "Or before?"

[theywhowait]

"Well..." He murmurs, pressing slow kisses as he works his way down her neck.

"I really should be behaving, and waiting until the wedding..."

[withoutswords]

"Mm." It is a sound more of distraction than agreement, for Eowyn's thoughts are much more concerned with the pleasant way she shivers every time he kisses her, and with his hands pulling her close, and the impatience in his breath. "And yet...?"

[theywhowait]

"And yet..." He kisses her again, slow and langurous. "You are a very great temptation, my lady!"

[withoutswords]

"Mm." More than a little pride in her murmur, this time, and she returns his kiss with open hunger, letting her hands wander as they will. She has often thought of this during the long months of their separation, remembering such explorations as they were able to manage under the night sky in the gardens of the Houses of Healing, before she left Gondor. They were more restrained at the time, with their understanding so new.

But now that he is here she finds she cares very little for conventions, or for what any might think of what they do. This is her beloved, he is hers as she is his. They are already bound together in honor and in their hearts if not yet in name, and what they to together in private is no one else's concern.

So when there is a loud clamour from outside, and the door thuds as though someone has just fallen against it, she pauses (not releasing him) and stares, glaring angrily at the entrance as though daring it to open, and the Valar have mercy on anyone who dares to enter, for she will not. Fortunately there are other noises, laughter and what seems to be drunken singing. Revellers passing by, rather than anyone truly seeking entrance or searching for the missing Steward and the king's sister.

After a few seconds there is silence once more, but the mood has changed, and Eowyn sighs, disengaging a little with obvious reluctance. "If it is this difficult to find a quiet moment to ourselves once we are wed, I will be most displeased."