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[withoutswords]

She too is flushed and laughing, and wraps her arms around his neck as he kisses her to stop her mouth. "How is it teasing? You wished to hear a happy song! Have I not obliged?"

[theywhowait]

"Happy it may be, but such lyrics!" But he's laughing and clearly is not actually upset.

[withoutswords]

She knows, and loves the bright laughter, the mirth in his eyes. They have gotten rather tangled on the blanket somehow, in his efforts to stop her and hers to duck. "You liked the subject well enough this morning," she grins, deliberately glancing down at the answer to song's riddle.

[theywhowait]

He waggles his eyebrows at her.

"Well yes, obviously! But I can't be seen singing that, after all - what would everyone think!"

[withoutswords]

She chortles at that blatantly lascivious expression. "Oh, they would know what to think, my lord. And I would wager most know the song already, or some like it, even if your lofty position protects you from being exposed to such crudeness."

She smirks a little. The Riddermark is less modest about such things than Gondor, and once in a while she likes to make him blush. "But to save your dignity you could sing it only to me. Or if modesty still forbids then I will keep it to sing to you. On special occasions."

[theywhowait]

"Well, if you taught me the lyrics, I suppose we could sing a duet." He grins at her. "After all, it is better with two, no?"

[withoutswords]

"It certainly is." Her expression and the way she says it makes the sentence much more suggestive. Her eyes sparkle with mirth. "And you are certainly my preferred partner for...duets."

[theywhowait]

"Oh good." He waggles his eyebrows at her again with a grin. "As I am not interested in other partners~"

[withoutswords]

"I should hope not!"

She all but launches herself at him, tackling him so they both fall onto the blanket, with her half-lying on top of him as she kisses him enthusiastically. After a minute of this she stops, still smiling broadly. "I should hope not," she repeats. "For I am not inclined to share, now that I have a dueting partner who suits me."

[theywhowait]

He laughs in delight as he catches her, kissing back with equal enthusiasm.

"That is well, for I love thee, my match in all ways and completer of my joy."

[withoutswords]

"Faramir, my Faramir." She caresses his face, radiant as she looks at him. "I love thee, my match in all ways and the wellspring of my delight."

[theywhowait]

"How blessed I am, we are, how fortunate." He kisses her softly, deeply, reaching up to draw her to him. "Oh Eowyn! I am so happy it feels as if I might burst from joy."

[withoutswords]

"Do not, beloved." She leans up just a little, enough to smile down at him. "For surely you would not be so unkind as to leave me without a husband, or your unborn babe without a father."

[theywhowait]

"Good point." He pats her stomach.

"Ignore father being a silly, little one." He stretches a little and pulls her close.

"I will refrain from bursting, and content myself with feeling smug and pleased with my good fortune to have my very lovely wife in my arms."

[withoutswords]

She chuckles but willingly uses him as a pillow, resting her head on his chest and settling herself in his arms. "A difficult task indeed. I wonder how my lord will manage such a challenge."

[theywhowait]

He starts carding fondly through her hair, as she settles down.

"A challenge indeed - but with such a reward as this, how can I fail to succeed?"

[withoutswords]

As always, the feel of him stroking and playing with her hair makes her want to purr, and she sighs happily. "How indeed, when you have your reward even as you make the attempt."

[theywhowait]

He smiles, kissing her softly.

"As long as my attempts are met with such success, how can I not keep trying?"

[withoutswords]

She returns the kiss, smiling against his mouth. "I am not about to stop you."

She pulls away and lays her head on his chest again, sighing happily. "I am glad you suggested this day. We should take time like this more often."

[theywhowait]

"I agree." He murmurs drowsily, lulled by the warmth of her and the sun above.

"We have worked hard, this last year. I think we deserve our holiday. Perhaps we could take a proper one, soon. What do you think? A few days all to ourselves."

[withoutswords]

"I would enjoy that." She is a little drowsy herself, from warmth and comfort and relaxation. "Where would you wish to go?"

[theywhowait]

"Well, if we had only a few days, I suppose we should stay within Ithilien... perhaps we could go to Henneth Annun?"

[withoutswords]

"Hmm." She considers this. "It is very beautiful at sunset, but not exactly private." Neither is it comfortable, though Eowyn still has too much pride to mention that as a consideration.

But more to the point, Henneth Annun remains the stronghold of the rangers of Ithilien, who keep a watchful eye on Minas Morgul at the very least. "Whether you willed or no, I suspect work would find you there. Perhaps we should simply take a tent and go wandering? Or you once mentioned finding a cottage and living a simpler life for a few days, as though we were not Steward and shieldmaiden."

[theywhowait]

"True." He agrees. "And it probably would be better if we went where there are no other people. Or not many people, anyway. Perhaps we could just wander? I'm sure there are still abandoned homesteadings around where the buildings are relatively sound."

[withoutswords]

She smiles, turns her head to rest her chin on his chest so she can look at his face. "And would you catch fish or hunt wild game for our supper, while I gathered herbs and berries and mushrooms?" Her eyes twinkle at him. "And what would we do with ourselves the rest of the time? Spend it all in bed?" She lets her hand wander south and brush against him, a light, deliberate tease to make him laugh