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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."

HE WILL DO THIS THING! /dramatic posing

[theywhowait]

He shivers, his voice gone rough.

"Those songs are most precious to me." He manages to agree. "For they are proof that I please my lady well."

Cannot imagine Faramir doing dramatic posing. Trying. Failing. ;)

[withoutswords]

"So you do." She chuckles low, loving the roughness in his voice and what it means. Once more she kisses his ear, and his neck, and then she sits up, the better to undo the buttons of his shirt. The sun shines through the leaves overhead, catching in her hair.

he would object but it's true, Boromir was better at Dramatic Posing

[theywhowait]

He looks up and sees the sun in her hair, and his breath catches in wonder.

"Are you sure you are mortal, my love, see how the sun rings your head in a golden crown!"

Boromir was a genius at it. Eowyn also has some of the knack. Faramir can but not on purpose. ;)

[withoutswords]

"How can I see it, when it is on my head?" she asks sensibly, amused, her fingers still deftly undoing buttons. "You know full well I am mortal, beloved, nor would be otherwise. That is but the sun lending me some light."

HEADCANON FIRMLY ACCEPTED

[theywhowait]

"On the one hand, you are lovely enough that the term maiar could as easily be applied to you, but on the other, I am glad you are as mortal as I so that we can be together like this."

He grins at her as he stays mostly still so as not to impede her work, altho he cannot quite stop tracing fond circles on her hips.

He's way more heroic than he thinks he is. The modesty just keeps getting in the way. ;)

[withoutswords]

"I do not think it was mere beauty that defined the maiar," she laughs, looking at him fondly. "But I am content to be as I am. Particularly now."

A gift she owes in part to him, and she has not forgotten even if he discounts the part he played in it. Her gaze softens at the thought, as she undoes the last of his buttons and bends over to kiss his chest.

Truth XD

[theywhowait]

"Well the word does mean 'the beautiful', and I would be quite content to follow in Thingol's footsteps and be spellbound by your beauty for years as the trees grew up around us!"

He muses, shivering with a gasp as she does.

<3 I love them both so.

[withoutswords]

"Would you?" She sounds skeptical, though it does not stop her placing more kisses on his chest, apparently at random. One of her hands strokes down his side, rests at his hip. "To only look at each other for years uncounted, and do nothing else? When instead..."

This time when her hand slides between his legs she lets it linger, cupping him in her fingers through his breeches, squeezing a little.

Yesssssssss

[theywhowait]

He groans, hands flexing on her hips.

"You...give a very convincing argument..."

[withoutswords]

"I know." It's a low, smug purr of a response. She leans up, looking down at him with eyebrow raised, her hand sliding back up to rest on his bare chest. He is a very fine view from here, with the shirt open but not off, and his strong, lean figure revealed. "Are further arguments needed, my lord, or are you persuaded?"

[theywhowait]

"I do believe I am very convinced." He agrees breathlessly.

"Of course I would never object to recieving further persuasive arguments from you."

[withoutswords]

"But now I am not so sure," she says, musing, her eyes trailing over his form. "For you are a very pleasing sight from this vantage. Perhaps I would be content merely to look at you for some while."

And if he believes that, he hasn't been paying attention these past two years since they wed.

[theywhowait]

He pretends to consider this.

"Well," he concedes. "It would of course not be fair to make you do all the work..." As he speaks, his hands, previously idle, are smoothing along her hips and reaching for her more sensitive spots.

[withoutswords]

"Oh, is this work?" she asks, as though struck by the thought, her eyes wide and innocent. She reaches down and captures his hands. "Then we should stop at once, for we are supposed to resting rather than working."

[theywhowait]

"Eowyn!" He groans in at least half real frustration.

"This is restful, is it not?"

[withoutswords]

She laughs, relenting, and lies down next to him, kissing him deeply and wrapping one of her legs over his so they may lie entangled.

[theywhowait]

Wrapped together as they are she can feel his readiness hard against her, but for the moment he settles for kissing her soundly.

"You, my wife, are a terrible tease." He says when he's satisfied she's equally breathless.

[withoutswords]

The color has risen in her face by that point, as they lie side by side facing each other, tangled close on the rug. She can feel how he wants her, not just in his body but in his kisses, the way his arm is wrapped tight around her waist.

Eowyn laughs, reaching up and brushing hair away from his face. "What is a rest day for, if not being playful?" She leans closer to him to nuzzle his nose, then takes another kiss, sliding her leg along his.

[theywhowait]

He growls teasingly at her.

"There is playful, and there is playful! Are you wanting me to roll you over and ravish you?"

[withoutswords]

She smiles and kisses his mouth lightly, his cheek, his upper jaw. When she answers her is voice low and husky, her breath teasing the sensitive skin of his ear.

"Of course I am."

[theywhowait]

He laughs and rolls to pin her, smiling down at her.

"Well, since the lady desires it~"

He purrs at her and then drops his head to nip and kiss his way down her neck.

[withoutswords]

There was a time when Eowyn would have been furious to be pinned thus by any man--but that was long ago, and she has changed, and besides Faramir is exceptional. The purposeful, amused expression on his face makes her laugh, though it turns at once into a pleased sigh as he kisses at her neck. She wraps her arms around him, stroking his back as he moves. "I do desire it. I desire you."

[theywhowait]

This is play, for them, and Faramir knows by now exactly what his wife enjoys, kissing and nipping and seeking all her favourite spots, as he runs fond fingers down her sides and cups her breasts.

"As I desire thee, heart of my heart, joy of my life."