faemused | Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

As if she can. As if she ever does. She clings to him, moving against his hand, her face buried in his shoulder. She should stop him perhaps, let him take her now where she aches for him, but this feels wonderful and she does not have the presence of mind--or the breath--to stop it. She bites at his shoulder, clenching around him and crying out, then comes undone all at once, gasping.

There is great pleasure, always, in this, in watching her come undone around him, knowing that he is the cause, that she trusts him to bring her pleasure.

Faramir strokes her through the spasms before kissing her gently.

"If only you could see yourself, beloved. How beautiful you are!"

She gasps for breath as her body gradually quiets under his, her skin still burning. "I think...I would not appreciate the sight as you do..." She opens her eyes and smiles up at him, reaches for another kiss, slow and languid in the aftermath of her relief.

But she can still feel the hard press of him against her hip, and breaks off with a chuckle. "But you are still wanting--and I have been so very curious--" Her expression is mischevous and excited, and she reaches between them to stroke at him. "Now?"

He hisses as she does.

"Eowyn!" He gasps, and kisses her. "Well, if my lady is ready for me...!"

She can feel the hunger in his kiss, and returns it eagerly. "Oh, yes," she murmurs against his mouth, shifting and pulling him so he will lie on top of her. "Yes. Now and always."

He kisses her hungrily, pressing against her.

"Tell me if I hurt you." He murmurs, reaching down between them to guide himself, moving slowly.

"I do not care if you do," she returns, kissing him just as fervently. "I want this, I want you--" She catches her breath, hisses a little at the strange feeling of him entering her--very different than his fingers. Larger, and wider, and...fuller.

But not unpleasant, and certainly not unwanted. Her breath is ragged but after only a moment's stillness to get used to the sensation, she moves against him, taking him in deeper, brows furrowed in concentration.

"I still do not wish..." He starts, breathless, and then groans, hips automatically jerking as she draws him deep, until he can master himself, holding still on trembling arms.

"Oh, Eowyn, oh... you feel..."

She stops his mouth with hers, kissing him slowly but breathlessly as they both tremble, growing accustomed to the feel of each other, until the breaks away to moan. It is still strange, but there is a pleasure to it also, and the feeling of being joined is...she does not have words. Eowyn murmurs his name, wrapping her arms around his chest and looking up at his face as they move together.

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It takes all his control not to move, as they both adjust to each other, and he spends a long moment simply breathing her in before he starts to move, looking to find a rhytm that suits them both.

He is slow at first, and whether it is caution or being overwhelmed, she is grateful for it. But she grows used to the feel of being stretched by him, and then to the friction as he slides within her. When he withdraws she almost whimpers at the emptiness left in his wake, then gasps as she is filled once more. There are places his fingers never found, and all is sensation and heat.

Her fingertips press hard into his back, as though she might bring him closer yet in so doing, but she is not at all aware of it. "More," she whispers between ragged breaths. "Oh, my love, please...more...yes..."

"Oh Eowyn." He breathes her name as a prayer as he moves, pressed against her skin with reverent lips.

"Oh, oh, how I love thee."

At her urging he yields, can barely do anything but, moving with and within her.

"I love thee." She gasps it to the air over his shoulder, clutching at him. "Faramir, I love...oh, Béma and Vana, yes..." She can't hold on to her words, and instead she holds him, arms and hands, legs and hips. His thrusts are longer and harder now, slick and easy and breathtaking. Blood pounds through her veins, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, the tide of their need. It's a deeper, darker ache than the pleasure he gave her before, and all the more potent for it. "Faramir...!"

"Eowyn, oh Eowyn."

He moans as they move, his thrusts deepening and quickening instinctively.

"Eowyn, I think I... I think... oh..."

"Do not...hold back...!" The same words she once said on a hilltop, the first day they truly explored each other. She is not at the point of release yet, but she does not care. She has already had her pleasure once, and they have all night. She holds him hard, rolling her hips against him and meeting every thrust, sweat beading her forehead. "Please, love--" She wants to feel him, all of him, everything.

"W-what of you?" He manages, groaning as his thrusts grow ever more erratic.

"I don't---" Oh Bema, he moves harder yet within her, deeper, and she gasps and clutches at him as he grows more frenzied. What was she saying? "I--" Her fingers spasm against his back, and she cries out wordlessly at every thrust, high-pitched and needy, beyond words. Anyone in the hallway outside will certainly here. She does not realize, nor would she care if she did.

"Eowyn, Eowyn..." Her name is a chant on his lips, and he has just enough sense to remember to reach down, fumbling between them, to try and find her clit.

"I... I think I..."

She all but screams as he brushes her clit, oversensitive from the previous pleasure he gave her and also from this, and he's so deep within her, she can feel him everywhere, surrounding and warm and loving and yes, and his fingers are still there, and she screams her ecstacy again as everything suddenly shatters into light.

Faramir gasps her name as her spasms tip him the last bit over his own ledge, shuddering to completion within her.

It takes a long breathless moment after that before he can think again, kissing her slow and tired and pleased.

It takes Eowyn many minutes, it seems, before she comes back to herself and time begins to flow once more. When it does she is surprised to find there are tears in her eyes. Even so she is radiant as she returns his kiss, quiet and intent, deeply moved. She strokes his back, holding him as he rests atop her body, loving the weight of him. Perhaps in time it may become uncomfortable, but for now she is entirely content.

"Eowyn?" He murmurs into the kiss, concerned over her tears as he shifts to wriggle free of her body.

"Did I hurt thee?"

"No," she says at once, caressing his face with one hand and pulling him back down with the other, not wishing him to separate from her yet. The sensation of being joined with him, of that hardness gradually softening within her with butterly-like flutters, is too good to relinquish already. "No, no...this is joy, I promise thee."

Joy, and release, and a reaction to the unexpected, overwhelming intensity of what has just happened, beyond any expectation of hers. She kisses him again. "I have never been further from pain, my dearest heart, not felt so..." She laughs a little and kisses him yet again, for she has no word for this emotion, save one. "I love thee, Faramir."

He settles as she reassures him, stretching to kiss her softly.

"I am glad. I did not wish to bring thee pain on this night, of all nights."

Because Eowyn knows her beloved very well, she does not take offense at this. "I expected some pain, but there was none." Once again that small breath of a laugh, as she caresses his face. "Perhaps our experiments served some use beyond our delight. But was it well for you?"

Truthfully she was too distracted by the end to notice, which seems a bit of a pity. She would have liked to see him overtaken by his own bliss.

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