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"Yes," Éowyn agrees in a soft whisper; for once again, Faramir is more eloquent out of the two of them and puts to words more easily the feelings they both share. Her own smile is just as soft and loving, the expression on his face melting her heart. "My dearest heart. I adore you," she murmurs in Rohirric, fingers stroking through his hair before brushing gently against his cheek.

Faramir turns his head to kiss her fingers. He shifts up the bed in order to take her in his arms more fully, caressing her face and kissing her. It is unlike the other times they have done this, for sated as they both are there is no lick of desire to the action--or not yet. Instead there is unhurried, overwhelming love, no less intense but with a different feel to it. The warmth of it covers him like another blanket.

"Éowyn, my heart," he says quietly between kisses, also in Rohirric. "With you I am complete. With you I am content."

Éowyn sighs against his lips, the sound morphing into a quiet hum of pleasure as she kisses back; tender and unhurried, loving this closeness and sense of unity that fills her as they embrace like this. She holds him as best she can, one hand stroking over his shoulder and down his arm before trailing back up again; he has such lovely arms, delightfully toned from years of handling a bow. She could name them her favorite part of his body, but that would slight every other part of him-- how is she ever to decide?

She sighs anew at his soft declarations between even softer kisses; it still gives her a little thrill to hear him speak in her own tongue, moved by the fact that he made the effort to learn in the first place. Her own reciprocal efforts to brush up on her Sindarin have fallen shorter, but she determines to fix that-- if only perhaps after their honeymoon...

"I hope it will always be like this between us," she whispers, carding her fingers through his hair again and leaning her forehead gently against his, overcome with a rush of emotion.

He strokes her body with now easy, familiar caresses, one hand wrapped around her back and the other straying over her arms, her side, her hip. Her body is a joy to him, strong and lithe, soft but muscled, and so very responsive to any touch, so welcoming...he makes a small, wordless noise of contentment into their kiss, wrapping one of his legs around hers.

"As do I," he murmurs, nuzzling against her. "Likely it will not, not quite like this, for wedding nights are by all accounts exceptional. But I have every hope that any changes will be only for the better."

"Mm-- indeed. Though, I have heard a rumor that not all wedding nights are so pleasant to the bride," she says, a hint of teasing entering her tone. "But I am happy to say such rumor is either false, or other women have not been so fortunate as I in their choice of husbands."

She pauses, her lips curving into a crooked smile. "Personally, I'm inclined to believe the latter is more likely."

"If such husbands do not put in the effort to ensure their wives are pleased, more fools they," he murmurs against her mouth, not quite kissing her again. "But I am glad you will have no complaints."

His tongue slides back between her lips, languorous and thorough. "Do they say anything about the mornings after the wedding night?" he asks, after some minutes of this.

"Never," she whispers back with a smile that is difficult to strike from her lips, even when Faramir covers them with his, her eyes drifting shut as he does. A low hum of contentment escapes her as they kiss almost lazily, lips and tongues stroking until she is breathless all over again.

"Nothing about tables, that is certain!" she teases, a gleam in her eyes and laughter on her breath.

This unrushed series of touches and kisses, with no agenda but affection and mutual enjoyment behind them, is another tenor of bliss yet. Truly, Faramir muses, love is made of a multitude of pleasures, and the obvious ones are not always the greatest...

He breaks off with a laugh, pulling back far enough to look at her, that he might see the amusement on her face clearly. "No, and perhaps we shall keep that to ourselves!" His grin too is teasing, mischevious. "Unless we try it again later, and end up breaking it after all--in which case if there were no such tales before, there will be from this day forth. Not the legacy I had intended to leave behind me! Though I could hardly complain, given how pleasing it was at the time..."

Remembering stirs him a little, and his mouth drifts down to her chin, then her neck. Light, teasing kisses, still more affectionate than with intention. For the moment.

"It was a great deal more than simply pleasing-- I would hope you had no complaints... you certainly did not appear so at the time," she cracks a bit slyly with a grin, teasing him even as she tips her head back to allow him better access to her throat and neck, sighing at the sweet sensation of his lips mapping out her skin.

Humming softly in pleasure, she trails her fingers up and down his spine, letting her nails scrape ever so lightly against his skin. "Perhaps we ought to not be hasty in deciding our legacies without first testing the options..."

His laugh is a muffled vibration against her skin. "At the time I was far too occupied to think of complaints, even had I any."

He sighs in obvious delight as she caresses his back, arching into her touch. "Oh? What options had you in mind, sweet tempress?" He nibbles delicately at her neck.

"I am merely pointing out we ought to not dismiss the table so soon," she chuckles, enjoying the way he arches into her touches. "Or the wall. Or the floor. Or the--" Her words cut off on a gasping little noise of pleasure when he happens to nibble on a particularly sensitive spot right at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, just above her collarbone, her nails biting a bit more sharply into his back in unwitting reaction.

His eyes close as she gasps and her fingers spasm against his skin, a sharp prick of nails creating a sudden contrast to the gentle warmth they've been cocooned in. His own reaction tp ot all is unquestionable, whatever he said a moment ago about needing rest first.

He nibbles the spot again, first lightly, then harder. "Or the...?" he murmurs, one of his hands beginning to wander over her in slow, broad caresses.

She cannot stifle the hoarse little cry that escapes her when he nibbles harder, shuddering from head to toe at the meticulous strokes of his palm over her skin. Warmth floods her body, tingling tendrils of awareness snaking through her and centering somewhere deep between her hips.

"Was I speaking?" she says breathlessly after a moment, only half-joking. "Are you still feeling--" A tiny hum interrupts her when he strokes his hand up her side and his thumb brushes against the side of her breast in the process. She wets her lips with her tongue before finishing, "...weary?"

"Mm..." Half-hum and half-sigh, contemplative and distracted; he's still occupied with exploring her neck. He sucks on that place she reacts to so well one last time, then moves on to her shoulder. "Perhaps...not as much as I thought..." All his words are interrupted by kisses and small bites, down her forearm.

A smile lights his face suddenly, and he leans up a little. "Turn over for me, on your front." The hand that has been stroking her pushes a little, to encourage her to move.

Faramir draws another noise from her when he latches onto that particular spot, a low moan that tapers off into a sigh as he trails his mouth down her shoulder, nipping and kissing. A husky chuckle is all she gives in return at his response, already parting her lips for a quip-- when he suddenly pulls away and asks her that.

Éowyn blinks up at him, taken aback by the unexpected request for a brief moment. Then she smiles, even if quizzically; torn between curiosity and uncertainty. "Dare I ask why?" she teases, but does not resist his aiding hand, rolling slowly first onto her side and from there to lay on her stomach, elbows and forearms braced against the bedding to prop her upper-half up. Her hair tumbles freely down her back as she glances at Faramir over her shoulder, arching a playful and curious brow.

He leans up on one arm next to her, trailing his hand down her back in broad strokes, then pressing his fingers along her neck, massaging the muscles there. "Just exploring." He smiles. "I was so enjoying how you played with my back, it occurred to me I had not yet paid much attention to yours."

And he does still need some time to recover enough for more pronounced activity, and may as well make use of the time with something pleasant. Though exploring Éowyn's body is more than worthwhile in its own right.

"Oh?" Smiling, Éowyn sighs a little at the warm pass of his hand down her back, calloused and strong-- she had not expected this to feel so lovely, her back arching just a hint under the caress. "Far be it from me to stop you, then..." A low hum of enjoyment resounds from her throat as his fingers press into her neck and knead gently, her head dropping forward with a soft moan at the sensation.

She reminds him of a cat, purring and arching into his touches, and Faramir smiles. He pauses long enough to sit, crosslegged beside her, and leans over so he may use both hands on her shoulders at once, kneading and stroking her skin, calloused thumbs pressing wherever he feels even the slightest knot of tension. There are not many just at present, but he enjoys hunting for them all the same.

And if this activity is more languid than heated, still it is extremely pleasing and intimate, and he delights in it. "How is that?" he murmurs quietly, not wishing to startle her out of comfort.

She sighs deep and long in enjoyment once he gets to work, folding her arms over the pillows and resting her cheek on top of her hands. Her eyes slip shut on their own, humming a little as he kneads away at her shoulders until she feels boneless and pliant in the most satisfying manner. Well, second most, perhaps-- the bliss following their lovemaking ranks higher still than this.

"Mmm," she moans softly at the question, a lazy edge to her words when she answers after another moment with emphasis, "Divine. How did you get so clever with your hands? Truly, I must be the most fortunate woman in the world..." And perhaps there is a tiny, sly tint in her voice somewhere, too; he has already aptly demonstrated in other ways just how clever his hands are.

He laughs, well pleased by her reaction. "This is but a matter of knowing my own strength. That, and a growing familiarity with the subject."

Once her shoulders are loose he moves down, hands pressing gently but firmly down her back, to either side of the spine. "And I did say before, it is surely a husband's duty to ensure his wife is well pleased with him..." He laughs again, and bends over her back, placing a kiss between her shoulderblades.

Éowyn hums in pleasure anew when his hands move down her back now; if possible going even more limp and relaxed under his touch, the noise morphing into a soft groan as his fingers press alongside her spine, releasing tension she didn't even know was there.

"Well, you may be assured that I am exceedingly pleased with you," she laughs quietly, smiling at the kiss he drops to her skin. Grinning, she adds teasingly, "So far, at least."

"So I must continue to prove myself to you?"

From the amusement in his voice, he is not much daunted by the idea. His hands continue their progress down her back, and he leans over to kiss her in the small of her back, the slight inward curve near the base of her spine. This time his mouth lingers, and he flicks his tongue lightly against her skin.

She laughs softly, warmly, traces of fond mirth clinging to her tone as she teases, "Certainly. You did not think that duty ended along with the wedding night?"

A short, sharp intake of breath follows and steals further words when his lips suddenly press against the base of her spine, her hips pressing into the bedding and a shiver rippling along her skin at the flick of his tongue. Oh. That... how such a small thing can feel so compelling is quite beyond her, but she definitely is not complaining-- the opposite, really.

"No, I did not." The words are murmured against her skin, as he kisses and licks his way up her spine. "On the contrary, I intend to spend as much time as I may proving myself to you. For the rest of our lives."

She hums lowly in enjoyment, muscles tightening a little under the press of his lips and skin rippling as he slowly moves up her spine. "I do believe I like the sound of that," she says with a chuckle, grinning widely. "I hope that shall be a very long time."

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