faemused | Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

"Hm, that does sound very familiar..." He agrees, kissing her and reaching for the laces on her dress.

"That sounds quite the challenge, don't you think?"

"It does," she agrees, leaning in and reaching for the ties on his tunic. "And I do enjoy a challenge."

"Then I await eagerly your instruction." He kisses her as he works on the laces, much easier in the daytime!

"You do not seem to be awaiting anything," she points out, much amused and pleased by his enthusiasm. Her own fingers are similarly busy with undoing the ties on his tunic, that she may pull it off. Her own dress comes undone easily--far more so than her wedding finery did!--and opens at the front.

"I am growing impatient, in my old age." He answers cheerfully, very pleased with how easy her dress is removed, shrugging out of his own tunic and pressing back in to kiss her again after.

She laughs gaily. "Yes, you are grown so much older since yesterday, when you last did this." She meets his kiss eagerly, pushing him down onto the hillside. As she promised, it is covered with soft clover as well as the wildflowers, and makes a comfortable trysting spot. The stream babbles merrily in the background as though it laughs with them, and the sun is warm.

"Much older and wiser, for now I have my helpmeet and lifemate by my side." He agrees with a laugh. "Although here we are in the midst of the wide world under the sky, and I might think us careless youths in the bloom of our lives."

"And are we not?" she retorts, leaning above him, eyes dancing with merriment. And indeed, clad only in a loose shift sliding off one shoulder, her hair radiant in the sunlight and crowned with the circle of flowers, she looks the very embodiment of spring.

Eowyn leans down and kisses him, her lips teasing at his. "We married each other in the sight of kith and kin yesterday. Shall we do so again under Eru's sky, in His sight, as we were once tempted to do?"

"I suppose we are!" He smiles up at her, the light turning her hair to gold.

"For not even Vana the Ever Young herself could look more fair at this moment." He twines a finger through her hair as he kisses her.

"I say yes!"

She chuckles again against his mouth, and would tease him for his flattery, but his mouth is warm against hers, the taste of him sweet, and they waited so long for freedom such as this...that freedom is intoxicating to her now, for many times they have made opportunities such as this and not been able to act on them as fully as they now may.

So she laughs and kisses him, then moves to sit astride his hips, leaning above him with her hands pressed to the clover on either side of his head. The shift rides up her legs, barely covering her hips. "How shall we wed, min heorte?" she muses, smirking. "Shall I ride you as I did this dawn?"

He curls fond hands along her legs, and up to her hips, moving her shift as he goes.

"I did enjoy that." He smiles up at her. "It gave me a most excellent view of thee."

"Mm, the view on my side is also most worth seeing..." Her smile softens a little with appreciation as she looks down at Faramir, at ease below her, his gaze openly admiring as he lies back on the hillside with his hair scattered around his head. She reaches up and brushes a few tendrils back from his forehead, her expression suddenly smug. "I am most fortunate among women, to have such a husband. Lúthien herself could not boast a better."

He laughs. "Then shall I be Beren, struck dumb by my Luthien's beauty?"

He's not exactly still though, still teasingly slowly lifting her shift.

She is very aware of his hands sliding up her legs, pulling the shift further up as they go. "Be my Beren," she says, leaning down. "And dance with me." She moves her hips suggestively against his as she kisses him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, a slow press of desire.

"Hm, and what sort of dance were you thinking?" He grins up at her. "A horizontal or vertical one?"

She laughs, looking down at him with mock-reproach. "As if you do not know!"

"Well, the answer might have been both!" He grins up at her, tickling along her sides.

"In which case I would need to know which you wanted to do first!"

She would protest, but his fingers tickle along her ribs, and that makes her laugh too much. Eowyn squirms, trying to get away as she giggles helplessly.

He grins at her laughter, teasingly holding her in place.

She wriggles, wrapping her arms around herself to try and protect her ribs from that light, ticklish touch, then manages to grab his hands and push them to the ground on either side of his head. It takes strength, and he could overcome her if he tried for all that she has the better leverage in her position, but she manages it. Pink-faced and breathless from laughter, she looks down at him chidingly. "That was unkind, my lord." Despite the words, she neither looks nor sounds annoyed.

He lets her push his hands back without a fight, smiling up at her own laughter.

"I suppose it was." He concedes. "Am I to be punished, my lady?"

"Oh, yes," she says, eyebrow raised. Mischief suddenly flares into her face, and she smiles. "And let it fit the crime."

Which is all the warning he has before she releases his hands and tickles him mercilessly in the ribs, under his armpits. It is even more difficult for him to escape than it was for her, with her still straddling his waist.

"Oh dear." He begins, and then he laughs helplessly, squirming under her fingers.

"Mercy, Eowyn, mercy!"

She laughs back at him, but relents after a few minutes, letting him catch his breath and looking decidedly smug.

"I yield, I yield!" He laughs breathlessly up at her. "And now you have me at your mercy, fair shieldmaiden, how shall I serve you?"

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