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[theywhowait]

"My Eowyn." He kisses back, sweet and slow and gentle. "My joy, my heart."

[withoutswords]

She closes her eyes, breathing in the smell of him. "Entirely yours," she whispers. At least, until Elboron wakens...but for now she will keep her attention on Faramir. "As you are mine, my light and my love." Another kiss, another sweet slide of their mouths.

[theywhowait]

He checks briefly on the bundle of furs that is their son, happily snoozing away, and knows that all going well he has at least a good hour before he wakes.

Turning his full attention back to Eowyn he brings his hands up to reach for her skirts, teasingly hitching them up slowly.

[withoutswords]

She smiles against his mouth as his hands slide up her legs, and in turn she reaches for the buttons of his tunic, undoing them with deft fingers.

[theywhowait]

This is a dance they know well, although both will have to be a little quieter, so as not to stir Elboron too early, and he teases, dragging lines up the inside of her thigh without actually reaching her apex.

[withoutswords]

Being quiet goes against Eowyn's instincts, but she will manage. She has to stifle a gasping laugh as Faramir's hands wander up her legs. Tempting, tempting and teasing, as he well knows..."Much too soon for that, my heart," she whispers. "You will need to...be attentive elsewhere, first..."

As she demonstrates, letting her mouth drift down to his jaw and neck, tasting his skin.

[theywhowait]

His head tips back and he bites his lip to stifle the moan.

"Mm, very well, let me pay proper attention to my lady!" He nudges her back to tend to her neck instead, the teasing graze of teeth.

[withoutswords]

"Let us pay proper attention to each other," she corrects him, though she leans her head back, her breath catching. She so loves it when he uses his teeth...her still-busy hands manage to undo the last of his buttons, and she slides the tunic over his shoulders. "I will not have my lord neglected!"

[theywhowait]

"My wife is most kind." he smiles, nipping cheerfully before pulling back just far enough to help her get his tunic off.

[withoutswords]

"It is the least I may I do," she says, as together they strip him until he is barechested. Her face is lit with pleasure and anticipation, erasing the lines of exhaustion from the past months. "For so considerate a husband."

[theywhowait]

He kisses her sweetly.

"It is my honor as a husband to be considerate to so loving a wife."

His own hands are busy with her laces, which, in fairness, are much less fiddly while she is nursing.

[withoutswords]

"Enough of this courtesy," Eowyn says firmly, helping him to remove her dress, then pulling him down to lie on the pile of blankets and furs. In retrospect she should have realized he had plans for this, given how comfortable and warm a makeshift bed he has provided, with covers to protect them from the chill air near the waterfall. She lifts a hand to his face. "Your words are sweet, love, but our time is short and we should find other uses for our mouths." Her answering kiss is not sweet but demanding, even forceful. Eowyn is never hesitant once she has made up her mind towards some end.

[theywhowait]

He laughs breathlessly.

"Yes yes my impatient one!"

Dropping his head he returns to pressing kisses down her neck.

[withoutswords]

"Am I alone in my impatience?" she retorts, certain she is not for all that he is being careful with her. "It has been such a long while..." Her hands roam eagerly over him, exploring and refamiliarizing themselves with his body. Embraces there have been, yes, and nights spent sleeping in each others' arms, but those were not the same.

[theywhowait]

He chuckles, nipping lightly.

"No, but I hide it better than thee, I am sure!"

Also, Faramir is one to prefer the long payoff, and if not for Elboron sleeping soundly nearby would enjoy teasing her to orgasm a few times first.

[withoutswords]

"What use in hiding it?" She gasps her approval at the sharp nip of his teeth, desire already sparking through her. She would like to let him have his way, give him the reins and let him pleasure her for hours before slaking his own need, as he so loves to do. But this idyll, however carefully made, will end all too soon, and neither of them may know exactly when. She has no desire to be interrupted in the act by Elboron's whimpers, and forced to hold back her need for hours or days more.

[theywhowait]

"I suppose this is not the time for patience." He agrees, wriggling out of his pants and dragging her back into his arms. "After all, we have a time limit." He shifts under her, reaching to make sure she is ready for him with his fingers, first.

[withoutswords]

She intercepts his hand, pulls it up to her chest. "I am not that impatient," she says, raising an eyebrow at him. And she will not be ready yet, much as she wants him, short as their time may be. Eowyn wraps a leg around him, twining their bodies together. "I do mean to enjoy you first, my husband. And hope you will do the same."

As evident by the way she kisses him again, her tongue sliding eagerly into his mouth.

[theywhowait]

He kisses back, leaving off his initial thought to bring his hands up to tease her breasts instead.

"Then I will let you choose our pace."

[withoutswords]

The way she moves under him speaks of approval, as does the teasing, nipping kisses they share. Eowyn strokes his back firmly, then dances her fingers down his spine.

[theywhowait]

He gasps, her teasing movements making his back arch into her strokes and then twitch at the lighter movements.

"Ai!"

[withoutswords]

"Shh." She pulls back just far enough that he can see her smirk. "You must be quiet, my love, or you'll wake the baby."

From the sultry tone in her whisper this is meant more as a tease than a genuine warning. Ever does Eowyn take pride in her ability to arouse her husband's ardour.

[theywhowait]

"You are making it very difficult, my wife!" He retorts with a smile, dropping his head to nibble along her neck.

[withoutswords]

"I know." She sounds definitely smug, for all the she tilts her head willingly to make it easier for him, shivering with pleasure at the sharp touch of teeth.

[theywhowait]

He laughs softly, nipping sharply and sucking, knowing that it will leave a mark.