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[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

[theywhowait]

"It is a good time for fishing..." He muses back at her with a laugh that breaks into a hiss as she teases.

"We could." He reaches up to kiss her with more heat than before. "We might not eat much, if so!"

[withoutswords]

"Mm, hunting and gathering and fishing would still leave many hours in the day unaccounted for." She chuckles into this more heated kiss, pleased by his reaction. "Many hours. I do not think even we could fill them with such activity."

[theywhowait]

"This is true in theory." He manages, groaning into the kiss. "But what if I could not catch anything, nor you?"

[withoutswords]

This is more reaction than she intended to provoke, but she is not complaining. "I have faith in your skill, my beloved lord." Her lips tug at his, still teasing. "But we might bring supplies with us. Just in case."

[theywhowait]

"That might be a good idea, else we might get... distracted." He agrees, one hand skimming along her side and back to reach her dress ties.

[withoutswords]

She laughs with mock-reproval, leaning up a little on her hands so she can look down at him, her hair spilling around her face. "Again, my lord? Was this morning not enough for you?" Judging by her smile, she is just as willing now as she was then, as she ever is.

[theywhowait]

"My lady can hardly blame me when she makes such a delectable argument otherwise!" He retorts, mock severely, and slips a hand under her loosening corset.

They should go somewhere with a lake. She can't swim much.

[withoutswords]

"Which argument was it that so persuaded you? For I recall none." She grins, though it's lost as she shivers delightfully when his fingers find her skin once more. "Unless it was the bawdy singing. Should I sing thus for you more often?"

Another innuendo in those words, and now her hands too are wandering, as she undoes the laces and buttons of his shirt.

Faramir is happy to teach her~

[theywhowait]

"I would certainly not refuse any songs my lady cares to grace me with." he grins. "Although perhaps not in public, depending on the lyrics..."

He teases, skimming along her hips.

That was my thought! Find a cottage by a lake, Faramir. :)

[withoutswords]

"No, certain of my songs are only for your ears." She says it with mock solemnity and a twinkle in her eyes, and leans down to kiss his cheek, then tug lightly at his ear with her teeth, and whisper, "Especially the notes I sing when you bring me to my greatest pleasure." She flicks her tongue in his ear. "My lord."