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[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."

[theywhowait]

Faramir, although mindful of propriety, is rather of like mind - they already know that they are pledged to each other, and he is not of any inclination to change his mind, nor does he doubt her sincerity. What harm a little exploration?

The interruption makes him sigh a little, but he cannot help the amused smile at Eowyn's very obvious fury.

"I think we should have chosen a different spot for this rendezvous." He says wryly. "Not that any other location would have been much better, considering the festivities!"

He kisses her softly as she pulls away.

"I certainly agree! But at least Ithilien will be peaceful. Less crowds!"

[withoutswords]

Eowyn sighs, leaning back against him, though this time for comfort rather than with more determined intentions. "I am not sure there are many other places available," she admits. "Aside from my own room, and there we would surely be found. Perhaps we should have braved the chill and attempted a midnight ride after all, and hoped to keep each other warm. We would surely not be alone in doing so."

She smiles and kisses him again, softer and less urgent than before. They have some time. He and his party will be here for many days before returning south, and the nights will not all be so crowded as this. Nor the days. "True. Unless the trees themselves interrupt us, which from the tales my friend Merry tells is not so impossible as it may seem."

[theywhowait]

"There is always tomorrow?" He offers.

"I know the morning will be occupied, and the afternoon likewise, but if the weather holds we might try and snatch some time for lunch. I do not think any would begrudge us that!"

He nuzzles back against her fondly.

"I would like to see an Ent." He muses. "Although perhaps not quite so close!"

[withoutswords]

She sighs. The morning will be taken with work, beginning to hammer out the legal details of their union; dowries and trade and the other things that accompany a marriage between two highly ranked individuals. They will both need to be present, and it will no doubt take days to complete.

In fact Eowyn does not need to be present. Traditionally, the bride is not involved in setting her own dowry, nor in the trade negotiations related to it. But she will not be bargained over and handed over to Gondor like a milch cow, even for Faramir.

"Lunch, certainly, though I fear we will find privacy as impossible then as now. But at least the afternoon will see a ride with your cousin Lothiriel." She chuckles a little, and runs a finger down his chin. "I believe she wishes to ensure that I am worthy of your regard. I trust I will not disappoint her."

[theywhowait]

Faramir is rather glad he hadn't had to insist she be there - Eomer, it turns out, knows better than to try and keep her away. But although the legal details must be done, for they are far too high profile for it to be any less - at least they will both know they have had their say.

He grins.

"I think you will have to work hard to do so! She rather admires you, you know - Lottie is independently minded, but she's never really had a chance to slip her leash, although uncle allows her to work in the Healing Houses, under the condition that she never ventures out of the city walls without escort. If she has managed to do so without anyone knowing, I will be impressed!"

[withoutswords]

"I look forward to knowing her better." She places her hand on his face, caressing his cheek. "But I would look forward more to time spent only with you. Would you come to my chambers, if invited?"

Truly, she is not certain. Nor is she entirely certain if she means the offer, which is a few steps past propriety, even for a betrothed couple of Rohan.