faemused | Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

"Tease!" He groans, hips twitching with the effort of staying still.

"I beg your pardon," she says primly, "for I am endeavouring to pleasure my husband." Her eyes twinkle with mirth as she uses his own words against him.

"Turning my own words against me!" He gasps, reaching to pull her down to kiss.

She laughs a little, though it quickly turns into a gasp of her own at the fervor with which he kisses her. She ends up half-spread over him, and from there it seems natural to shift so that she covers him entirely, straddling his hips. It is a position they have not yet been in, and Eowyn immediately discovers how she likes it, for they are pressed to one another in such a way that she may shift her hips so in a way that teases them both at once.

She breaks off the kiss, taking quick, shuddering breaths as she rolls her hips along him, exploring this new feeling. Her fingers clutch urgently at his shoulders. "Faramir--"

Faramir is all too happy to continue kissing, but when she shifts to stradle him and then moves...!

"Eowyn!" He groans, hands coming up to grip her hips.

"Beloved if you mean to sit there like that I don't know how much longer I will last."

The feel of him gripping her hips only encourages her, and she bends let were to kiss him, lips pulling at his. "Let us see," she manages, and reaches between them. This time she does not tease when she takes him in hand, but at once positions him so she may take him in.

Slow, slow, agonizingly slow, but so sweet and intense, and then they are joined again. She shivers above him, adjusting to the feeling--then moves, careful as she lifts herself then descends once more, learning how to ride him.

He groans, striving to not move beneath her until she is settled, and he cries out as she starts to move.

"Eowyn,Eowyn!"

"Yes--" It's more a hiss between her teeth than a word, because this feels perfect, he feels perfect, this is what she wanted, all she wanted...she has all the control and that is a wonder, and she quickly learns how to roll her hips as she moves, so that all the places that most crave sensation receive it in turn. "Faramir, you--oh, my love--" Her hands rest on either side of his head, so she may hold herself in place above him, and whenever she opens her eyes she can see his face taut with the same ecstacy she feels. "Faramir--!"

"Eowyn, oh Eowyn!" He groans in counterpoint, hands flexing on her hips as he falls into her rhytm, moving with her.

It is different from the other way they have tried--not as forceful, not as intense, or rather the intensity is more drawn out. The pressure is slower to build, but she is more aware of it, of both their bodies and how they move. She gradually increases their pace, wanting more.

When she finishes it catches her by surprise, washing over and through her like a wave instead of crashing down, and she gasps and shudders around him, her head thrown back.

He cries her name as she clenches around him, tumbling rapidly over the edge after her, hands almost bruising on her hips.

"Eowyn!"

She does not collapse on him; that much control she maintains. She rides out his pleasure as she rode her own, feeling him pulse deep within her, and when they are both spent she lifts herself off and lays herself down at his side, in the circle of his arm, breathing hard.

He's heavy lidded again from tiredness, but his arm tigthens around her fondly.

"That was new. Very pleasant." he murmurs sleepily.

She too is tired, for they did not have so very much sleep the night before, and their exertions have filled her with lassitude. She smiles a little, nuzzling into his embrace. "Only pleasant?" she teases, also sleepily.

He laughs sleepily.

"Magnificent?"

"Better." She turns her head a little and kisses his shoulder, her eyes closed. "Mmm...I definitely like waking like this..."

And sleeping again afterwards, to judge by the heaviness in her voice.

"I could definitely get used to it." He agrees, cuddling her closer, already dropping towards sleep again himself.

"Hopefully we remain undisturbed a while longer."

"None will disturb us." She lifts her head and smiles sleepily at him, stroking his face. "Among the Riders there is sometimes a tradition, whereupon a bridegroom is seized in the early hours of the morning after his wedding, and taken out and dunked in a horse's trough to wake him. But you are not a Rider, and besides I told my brother I would be most displeased if any such disruption occurred. I think he will heed me, in this."

And prevent any other mischief, she trusts, whether it is generated by his own Riders or by Faramir's guard, many of them former Rangers who are used to treating their Captain with teasing affection as much as respect. Eomer has a hearty sense of humor, but he loves his sister. They will be safe from mischief for today. Though tomorrow may be another matter...or even this afternoon...

But for now she settles herself back down comfortable, nuzzling against the warmth of her husband's body (wonderful thought!).

"That sounds very unpleasant." He agrees, blinking at her in bemusement. "I am very glad there is no such tradition in Gondor, or at least, none that any have ever spoken of to me."

"There are traditions before the wedding night, but I doubt any would dare to try and 'kidnap' you, even in jest."

"Mm." She snuggles in closer. "They would very much regret it if they tried. You must tell me more of this, but...not now, I think..." The words are interrupted by a yawn. It is still very early, even by Eorlingas standards, and more sleep would not be at all amiss.

He chuckles sleepily and pulls her close.

"I doubt any would dare!"

Her only response is another muffled, sleepy noise of general agreement, and her eyes are closed as she rests her head on his arm, her hand splayed on his chest.

He fumbles for the blankets with eyes closed and tucks them both in again, happy to drop off with her in his arms.

Sadly, morning does come, and eventually the sun creeps in, waking him again, although he's content to lie for a long moment, listening to the world outside wake. Eventually though, he presses a kiss to her hair and calls her softly.

"Eowyn?"

She does not want to wake, it is clear. She buries her face in his chest to block out the sun, sighing.

His chuckle is soft, and he reaches up to card fondly through golden hair, marvelling at the way the sun glances through it.

"It seems your kinsmen have let us sleep in." He murmurs, to her. "But I think we both could do with a little sustenance, this morning. Also, my love, I rather need to use the facilities"

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let him wake up first this time, for whatever reason? and then honeymoon?

yus!

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