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[withoutswords]

Her breathing is coming faster now, and her body lifts under his. One hand wanders along his back aimlessly. "Merely to suggest you continue?"

[theywhowait]

"Indeed! If you say 'stop' after all, I am clearly doing something wrong!"

His voice is merry, smug as only a man whose wife is very happy with him can be, kissing and nibbling his way up her neck.

[withoutswords]

She chuckles, conceding the point. "In that case, I very strongly suggest that you follow your instincts in this." He finds a sensitive point, and the fingers on his back clutch at him a little harder. "And leave nothing neglected."

[theywhowait]

"I will endeavour to cover all ground most thoroughly."

He assures her, and continues on his slow, leisurely route up her neck, along her jaw, to nibble at her ear. As her fingers clench, he finally, finally starts to move his hands, slow sweeping brushes along her side.

[withoutswords]

"So you are a Ranger still. Oh..." Her eyelids flutter shut, and it takes effort to control her impatience, for part of her wishes only to turn her head and capture his mouth with hers, but the rest wishes to see what he will do if left to follow his own inclinations.

The movement and press of his hands draws more such sounds from her, soft exclamations of pleased delight. "Faramir." She leans forward and kisses his shoulder, his neck, what she can reach.

[theywhowait]

"I endeavor to be." He agrees, his wandering hands slowly mapping their way across her body, worshiping her curves and tracing the lines of her muscles as he kisses and nibbles on her neck.

[withoutswords]

Her skin feels almost painfully sensitive, afire from all these ministrations, and her breathing is stuttered and rapid. One hand tangles in his hair, the other fists at the base of his spine, and she moves under him as shamelessly as...

Well. As a married woman fervently in love with her husband, who is doing his utmost to demonstrate his own affections and succeeding admirably. The thought makes her laugh a little. "You are a wonder," she murmurs. "If you were this skilled a Ranger, I do not wonder at your success in the field."

[theywhowait]

He chuckles, kissing her fondly.

"I assure you, I learnt this skill from the best of teachers - and not out in the field!"

[withoutswords]

Finally he kisses her mouth, and she can return the attention with obvious enthusiasm, her tongue swiping along his lower lip. "Who was this teacher? For surely they taught you well."

[theywhowait]

He obliges by happily deepining the kiss, but only for a brief moment before pulling back to smile at her.

"Why, you know her better than any, my love, for was it not you?"

And then he kisses her again. Because really, she's lying there looking eminently kissable.

[withoutswords]

She laughs, caressing his cheek, for of course she knew the answer. "If it was I, then I seem to recall some of our lessons were in the field. Or on it."

Around the time of their wedding she had made good on an old promise, and shown him a flowered meadow by a stream. They had both been more than a little disheveled upon their return to Edoras, and Legolas, visiting for the wedding, had delicately plucked a strand of grass from Faramir's hair and handed it to him with a smile.

[theywhowait]

"Tis true, we used a ... variety of different locations."

He grins at her, for they had enjoyed greatly exploring their lands in their time.

[withoutswords]

She grins back, just as happy in the memory--then shifts her weight, using it to roll them over so he's on his back, and she lies partly atop him. A manuever she had also used that day. "A Ranger, and yet so easily overcome!" She bends her head and kisses him again. "Perhaps you need a few more lessons. Just as a reminder."

[theywhowait]

He smiles up at her and kisses back, reaching to wind his arms around her and tug her close.

"I am, as always, entirely at my lady's disposal, and I trust she will find me an eager student!"

[withoutswords]

"One of the first, which you seem to have forgotten--" She kisses her way from his mouth to his cheek, and then to his ear, where she mimics his own attentions to her. "--is to never forget your opponent may turn the tables on you."

[theywhowait]

He shivers under her attentions with a gasp.

"A most grievous oversight." He agrees breathlessly, hands stroking along her sides. "I will endeavour to learn better."

[withoutswords]

It is an advantage of the change in positions, that his hands are now more free to roam. She chuckles, her breath warm in his ear, and tugs on the lobe with her teeth, which she then grazes back down his neck. "See that you do," she says, with mock-severity. "Or else we shall have to repeat all your previous lessons, to make sure you have forgotten no others."

[theywhowait]

It is very definitely an advantage, and one he takes full use of, even as he arches against her with a gasp.

"Mm, is that a threat, or a promise?"

[withoutswords]

"Can it not be both?" She moves to the other side of his face, bites again at his neck, flicks her tongue lightly into his ear, mixing hardness and softness, sharp and soothing touches of her mouth. Her free hand wanders down his shoulder and forearm, then his torso. "Or what you will." She is not paying much attention to what she says not, in truth, much more interested in the way his breath hitches when she touches him thus or nibbles on his skin just so.

[theywhowait]

Faramir gasps, bites back a moan.

"I cannot.. ah! ... say I oppose the idea..."

His exploring hands brush, just the edge of nails, exploring along her sides and teasing her breasts.

[withoutswords]

Oh, she loves that sound, loves it when his lauded, almost legendary self-control slips. She repeats the gesture that earned the noise, hoping to hear it again. Preferably louder. Though her own breath catches as he teases at her curves, his fingers leaving trails of heat in their wake. "Diplomat," she murmurs, moving back down his neck, shifting her body down his so that she can trace his collarbone with her mouth. "And yet, I could have sworn you were attempting to persuade me, not the other way around..."

[theywhowait]

She gets another gasping moan for that, his neck bared to her easily, artlessly.

"I became... distraced."

He retaliates by searching out her breasts, to tease at her nipples.

[withoutswords]

"Tch." She nuzzles at the hollow of his throat, her tongue darting out to taste the skin there. "Then you are certainly...in need of lessons." Her sentence is interrupted halfway through as clever, calloused fingers tease her. "Overturned and distracted...but at least you still remember to take advantage of your opponent's--oh--weaknesses..."

[theywhowait]

He gasps as she does, his voice breaking briefly.

"I remain... ah, as always, your most loyal pupil."

Enjoying the sounds she makes in turn he continues to tease at her nipples, brushing and tweaking them.

"And that much I can remember always to do."

[withoutswords]

He is too clever with his fingers, and she reaches for his hands, pulls them away and pins them to the mattress, pushing herself up so she can grin down at him. "And what does my most loyal pupil do when his opponent has him trapped?"