faemused | Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

"Should I ... move it?" He kisses gently, slowly exploring and marvelling at the feel of her.

Her slight nod is lost somewhere against his neck as she holds him, eyes tight shut. She is a little tense at first but gradually relaxes as she gets used to this new sensation, before long ceases being strange and becomes pleasurable. "...More."

He's breathless, watching her, knowing he is the cause of her distraction.

"Like this?" He murmurs, moving the finger slowly to stroke within as well as without.

She cries out, the sound muffled against his skin, her body spasming in response. Sweet Vana, this is so much more potent than she imagined, than anything she experienced in her own explorations...she cannot answer, but the way she moves against him and the small pleading noises she makes hopefully say enough.

His own breathing comes quicker, watching and hearing her pleasure.

"You are so beautiful, Eowyn." He murmurs, continuing to stroke and touch.

They are not perfect at this; sometimes he loses the rhythm or the place and she groans her frustration, or she gets briefly distracted by some stray thought that seems to set her back in a way she cannot put into words. But it feels astonishing, intimate and wicked and at the same time strangely precious, a thing just for her and Faramir. A sort of tension begins to build and coil inside her, and she longs for it to release, longs for something she cannot describe, even had she breath to speak of it beyond gasps and half-phrases and his name, which are all she can manage, and those not coherently. She continues to cling to him, sometimes pressing a kiss to his face or neck, sometimes pressing her fingers into his back harder than she realizes. She loses all track of time, of place, of nearly everything save Faramir and what he's doing to her.

They're new at this, the both of them, trying things out that neither have done before. Female pleasure, Faramir is learning, is a little more complicated. But it's fascinating and beautiful to watch her come apart bit by bit in his arms, and Faramir returns her kisses and doesn't even really feel the bruising grip.

"Oh Eowyn." He murmurs endearments to her. "Beloved, oh my beloved. So beautiful you are. Come apart for me, beloved, let me see you?"

The sound of his voice grounds her, the words soothing and encouraging, coaxing pleasure from her along with his fingers. Strong, clever fingers...she writhes against them, whimpering with need, and taut as a bowstring.

And then it all crashes over her, and she comes undone with one short high-pitched cry, rapture running through her with a force that leaves her shaking. When it ends she has tears or relief and release in her eyes, and gasps for breath, clutching at him. With one hand she reaches down to still his fingers.

He removes them at her behest, curling around her, eyes alight with wonder and love.

"How lovely you are, Eowyn. Thank you for allowing me this."

She curls against him, still shuddering in the aftermath of her climax. Gradually her blood quiets in her veins, and her breathing calms. His soothing words help, and she lifts her head to kiss him, lingering and sweet. "I love thee."

"And I love thee." He kisses her gently. "You make me so happy, Eowyn. How did I ever know joy before thee?"

"Through other ways and means." She sighs a little, relaxed in his embrace now that the intensity is wearing off. She smiles at him, her expression open and sweet, and traces her fingers on his cheek. "Though it was not such as this is."

He grins shyly at her.

"No, not like this. I don't think I could find anything in my imagination as wonderful as you."

She kisses him again in lieu of an answer. Truthfully she is still not used to such lavish compliments, for all that Faramir is most free with them. She likes them, certainly, but does not always now how to respond. She is better at showing her heart than speaking it.

But they now have a new way of doing that, which is...wonderful, as he says. So she lies quiet in his arms, kissing him gently, drained and content.

She is warm in his arms and his body is pleasantly relaxed.

"I think," He says drowsily. "I am going to enjoy my ambassadorship. Quite a lot."

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She chuckles throatily, and the sun is warm on them both. "I do not think this counts as one of your official duties, Ambassador."

"Are you sure?" His grin is pressed to her skin.

"I shall be quite sad if it is not."

"No," she says firmly, pulling him close. "For this is an entirely private duty, to me alone. Though I do expect you to take it seriously, and fulfill your obligations with diligence."

"Who am I to refuse my lady's wishes?" He lifts himself up enough to kiss her again, although the earlier passion is well sated for the moment and it remains gentle.

"I will do so with all keeness."

She too feels a lassitude, and is content for now to merely return his kiss, without hurrying or further need. So she still chuckles. "With all keenness, my lord? For it seems to me you took great persuasion to get to this point. Will you be more easily convinced to fulfill your duties, if we can be discreet, or are there to be many more long rides in our near future before you are convinced?"

"Well." He murmurs sleepily. "You raise a very good point. But I do enjoy long rides."

Éowyn chuckles wickedly. "Do you now? I will be sure to remember that, someday when we reach a later point in our...research."

Faramir huffs at her, but his eyes are laughing.

"I feel as if I should be alarmed, somehow!"

"You should, for I will hold you to your word, and woe betide you if you fail to live up to it!" But her eyes too are laughing, and she is teasing, and moves so she may kiss him. Both of them barely clad and embracing without restrained, in the open air...it seems almost a dream, to Eowyn.

"High standards you hold me to!" He says mock solemly. "Very well then, I will endeavour my very best to in all things please you."

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I was going to be mean and more realistic but eh.

lol

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I rather suspect we're coming to an end in this XD did you have anything else you wanted to do?

Siiigh, it'd be more of the same...end this, do the wedding? or wedding night ;)

mwahaha yes time for the wedding... and ESPECIALLY the wedding night

Let's gloss over the wedding somewhat because inventing the whole ceremony would be haaaaard

an excellent idea

Phew. Are we done with this visit, then?

I think so, yes!

Continue here or start a new thread?

hmmm we could continue here?

Why not? Shall we timeskip right to the wedding or to his re-arrival?

hmmmm let's go wedding!