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[withoutswords]

She has almost never seen him wordless. She has certainly never seen him like this, panting and flushed and overwhelmed by need. And need for her, for her hands, for what she can do...

Eowyn bends down and kisses him--lightly, for he is short of breath as it is--even as her fingers find a more firm grip and begin to work at him in earnest. It does not take her long to get the hang of it, to feel how the satin-skin moves over the hardness underneath, to feel the rhythm his hips want to move in. "I love you," she whispers, amazed, and flushed herself from awareness of what they are doing.

[theywhowait]

He tries to kiss her back, arching against her hands despite his best efforts to hold still.

"Beloved." He gasps, groans. "Love you."

[withoutswords]

How have they reached this point so quickly? Eowyn does not know. He is not the only one affected; her skin is hot, and she aches with wanting, with remembering his mouth on her chest earlier, with an emptiness that longs to be filled. She had not realized how quickly this play might overwhelm.

She regrets none of it. She will regret none of it, she is sure, whatever happens. Quite the contrary.

She stretches out alongside him, sometimes watching his face, sometimes watching her hand stroking the hard length of him, now firm and quick and rhythmic, sometimes kissing his face or shoulder. "Do not hold back," she says, her voice low but encouraging. "Oh, my love, do not hold back...!" For she would see him lose control, she would give him all the pleasure she may, would see what he looks like when overcome with bliss.

[theywhowait]

"Close." He groans, breathless as he kisses her, reaching up to drag her close, needing to touch.

"So close. Eowyn, beloved...!"

A gasp, and cry, and he tips over the edge, unable and unwilling to hold back with her urging him on.

sorry/not sorry the sad truth is that while sex is awesome it's also inherently absurd

[withoutswords]

Until the end of her days she will remember this, she thinks dizzily. The way he clings to her, his breath hot in her ear, the feel of his hips jerking into her hand. And then he cries out and arches, going still all at once, and then...

Well. Eowyn is a maid, but until now she would have described herself as no innocent. Still, she does not really expect the result. There's so much of it, for one thing. She waits until he subsides, until he stops shaking, then curiously reaches out and touches it. Sticky, definitely sticky. Bema, cleaning this up may be a problem...she hopes they both have plenty of hankerchiefs, or some other cloth...

But for the moment she lookes back down at her lord, softly caressing his face. "Faramir?"

loooooooooool

[theywhowait]

He's panting, but he reaches up with clumsy hands and draws her down to kiss her.

"Thank you." He breathes softly, feeling limp and wrung out (and sticky. That too). "But you have pleasured me, lady, and are you not yourself wanting?"

[withoutswords]

Faramir is never clumsy, which says more than words just how much the experience has affected him. Eowyn is more than a little smug about the results of this experiment, and it shows. She kisses him with gentle lips, her hand still resting on his face. "Yes," she admits. "But I took pleasure in it also, and I can wait. At least until we have managed to clean this up a little. Is it always what happens?"

[theywhowait]

He's panting as if he ran a race, nuzzling against her.

"I would not know." He admits. "Although I am familiar with these functions and have attempted self-satisfaction before, I have never known such pleasure as what you just brought me!"

[withoutswords]

She nuzzles him in return, small kisses and caresses. His admission surprises her, though she is not displeased by it. "Never? You have touched yourself thus before, but not...?"

[theywhowait]

He looks sheepish. "I found it passingly awkward - and, also, it was hard to imagine the person I could wish to lay with."

[withoutswords]

That earns him another kiss, deeper and heartfelt, which continues for a few minutes. "Then I thank you for the honor, my love," she says quietly.

Her eyes glint suddenly, and she adds, "And would be glad to assist you thus again anytime you wish, should we find opportunity for it."

[theywhowait]

He smiles tiredly up at her.

"It was much much better than my imaginings."

And then he sputters, laughing with embarassed pleasure. "Eowyn!"

Someday he'll stop being shocked by her, but really not this day...

[withoutswords]

"You do not wish it?" Her grin is pleased and faintly mischievous as she sits up, stretching out her fingers a little and reaching for her dress. There was a cloth they could make use of in one of her pockets, she is sure.

probably not until they're old and grey XD

[theywhowait]

"I did not say that." He still looks very shy, but he manages to attempt to sit up a little.

"I would be a fool to refuse such an offer!"

She thinks it's hilarious/adorable. Prudish Gondorian. ;)

[withoutswords]

"You would." She grins at him again, finding the cloth and proceeding to wipe some of the...stuff...of his abdomen. Which is, to use his own words, passingly awkward. It really is sticky. "I have little experience of my own, but may at least tell you that the results for a woman are not so...spectacular."

looooooool of course she does. He just huffs at her

[theywhowait]

"I think I need a wash." He says ruefully, twitching a little as she helps to wipe it.

"Ah, well. I have never lain with a woman, and so cannot compare. But as you said, we are here today in a good place to... experiment." Shyly, his hands settle on her hip.

"I did not come out here only to sate my own appetites!"

She loves him? Honest? Even if he's a prudish Gondorian? ;)

[withoutswords]

"Yes, I fear you do," she agrees, entirely unrepentent. "There is a stream nearby, or you could have a bath when we return. Perhaps even with me."

Having begun, Eowyn is clearly only going to become more irrepressible. Or perhaps it is merely the excitement of the moment, for she shivers with anticipation when he reaches for her. "Oh? Then what else had you in mind, my lord?"

he is glad that she does!!

[theywhowait]

"Well." He murmurs, smiling up at her, "I don't mind a bath together, but surely I can bring you pleasure as you have done for me without fear of a child. And... well. There were... uh. Suggestions. In the book?"

Cough.

[withoutswords]

She smiles and reaches for him, pulling him closer. Just before their mouths meet, she says, "Show me."

[theywhowait]

He's blushing fire red, but his lips are eager and open beneath hers, and one hand goes shyly looking, to see if he can find that special bump that he was assured would please any woman.

(He has no clue what he's doing otherwise, but after that, he really has to try SOMETHING)

[withoutswords]

The act they have already shared has had some effect on her as well, but she still feels she needs more, so she finds and stops his hand in its explorations, breaking off their kiss with a short laugh, leaning her forehead against his. "Not--not just yet, I think," she says, a little breathless. "Work your way down, first--"

As she did days ago in the library, she takes his hand and returns it to her breast, even as she kisses him again.

[theywhowait]

He is obedient to her instruction, kissing her softly and obliging, hand cupping her breast and then fingers feathering over it to find her nipple and tease it.

"Like this?"

[withoutswords]

"Yes." It's more a sigh than a word, as she nips and teases at his mouth with her tongue, gasping a little every so often. "And--you used your mouth there, earlier--"

Around the time she said her legs wouldn't hold her anymore.

[theywhowait]

"Like this?" He smiles at her, amd obliges, bending to attend to her with tongue and teeth.

[withoutswords]

They were on their sides, but now she rolls to her back as he moves down her body, shivering as he explores with his mouth. "Oh...ah, yes. Yes, love." Her hands bury themselves in his hair, both encouraging and to keep his head in place, and just for the joy of it. She laughs a little, breathless. "I think...oh...I had better luck exploring my own pleasure, than you did with yours."