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[theywhowait]

He laughs throatily as she captures his hands, tugging on them teasingly but not truly trying to pull free.

"That depends, I suppose, on whether it will serve me better to allow my captor to have their wicked way with me, or to try and win free."

[withoutswords]

"Wicked?" She tries to pretend to be insulted, but chuckles despite herself, bends down and nuzzles his nose with hers, kisses his mouth. "And what do you think will serve you best in this instance?"

[theywhowait]

"Most wicked." He grins up at her, nipping into the kiss.

"Hm. Well, considering my position, I do believe I might yield to the superior force!"

[withoutswords]

She tugs his lower lip between his teeth playfully, then presses his wrists harder into the mattress as she shifts her weight, moving to straddle him properly. He is the stronger of the two of them, but she has more leverage, and would be harder to dislodge from this position. Eowyn has much experience of knowing how to redress an imbalance of physical strength. Though when she was younger and first learning to fight, it didn't occur to her that such instincts would have other practical uses.

Now, however, she raises herself up a little so that she might view her captive husband, her expression decidedly smug--which might be anticipation as much as being satisfied with her tactics. "You yield so easily? Fie, what of the fabled courage of the men of Gondor?"

[theywhowait]

The position gives her all the leverage, but although he might leverage his strength against her, he only wriggles in a token fashion, rolling his hips under hers.

"Courage must loose to sense, at times, and sense tells me where my superior sits!"

[withoutswords]

That bit of wit makes her laugh outright, considering where she is sitting and the effect that roll of his hips has; she can feel the hard length of him under her, and moves suggestively against it as she leans forward to kiss him again, her hands still pinning his. "So I am free to do as I will with you, my captive?"

[theywhowait]

He shudders a little as she moves, and she can feel that he is hard beneath her, kissing back deeply.

"Most assuredly!"

[withoutswords]

She makes a small, pleased noise into his mouth as they move against each other, then sits back up. Her shift is rucked up over her knees; she releases his hands long enough to pull it over her head entirely, tossing it aside and leaving her clad in nothing but her own hair, Which, admittedly, covers a good deal.

That accomplished she looks back down at him, smirking a little as she takes in his reaction. "I must take thought, then, on how merciful I should be."

[theywhowait]

He is looking back at her, very clearly enjoying the sight of her, his hands now released tracing circles along her hips.

"I pray my captor to be merciful!"

[withoutswords]

"And for what reason should I show thee clemency?" She slides her hands under his shirt, pushing it and letting her fingers wander over the planes of his chest.

[theywhowait]

He shivers under her hands, and his own hands do not cease their exploration of her sides, long teasing strokes.

"None, but my lady's pleasure."

[withoutswords]

She chuckles at that, then fists her hands into the cloth and uses it to tug him up into a sitting position. Which leaves her free to then pull the shirt over his head entirely. "Are you sure you wish for mercy?" She ducks her head, and kisses his neck once more--then bites again, not quite hard enough to leave a mark. She grips his forearms to hold him still as she continues, kissing and biting and sucking the skin as the moves along his neck and down to the shoulder. "Or would you as tamely submit to my will, were I relentless?"

[theywhowait]

He doesn't fight, helping her with his shirt eagerly. He moans at the bite, gasping.

"Ai! You are voracious today, my love. And I will... accept all gifts that come to me from your hand."

[withoutswords]

"Or from my mouth?" She chuckles and soothes the bitten skin with more kisses, wrapping her arms around his back and just holding him for a moment, burying her face in his neck. "You are a fine one to talk of hunger, for surely you began this. I merely follow where you led."

[theywhowait]

"Even so!"

He shivers under her ministrations, and cards a fond hand through her hair.

"Ah, then I must be terribly pleased that my choice of pathway was acceptable!"

[withoutswords]

"Acceptable?" Her laugh at this understatement is fond and exasperated, and ceases only when she kisses him again. His skin is warm against hers, both where their chests press together and where her hands are splayed over his back. She half-sits on his lap, half-kneels above it. "Foolish man," she murmurs into his mouth, between countless kisses, hunger temporarily giving way to sweetness. "My foolish, playful Gondorian lord. I love thee."

[theywhowait]

"My beautiful wild Shieldmaiden." He smiles at her in return, kissing back with equal ardor.

"I love thee more than words can tell."

[withoutswords]

"Oh?" She chuckles and leans up higher, so she is above him, nipping at his lips and dragging her hands through the tangle of his hair. "Then you will need to show me, surely."

[theywhowait]

He shivers again, and smiles up at her.

"But my lady has me captive! Or is this a particular order?"

[withoutswords]

She grins. "A challenge, perhaps?"

She kisses him again, her hands sliding from his hair down to his shoulders and back, over the hard planes of muscle there, then lightly scrapes her nails along his spine.

[theywhowait]

"I do like challenges." He agrees rather breathlessly, arching against her hands.

"Are there terms?"

[withoutswords]

"Is not all fair in love and war?" She smirks against his mouth, kissing him long and slow as one of her hands slides around to the front and drifts lower, brushing deliberately along the hard length of him.

[theywhowait]

He gasps when she does, train of thought scattered as his hips instinctively jerk up.

"That... was very definitely in the realms of unfair." He manages breathlessly, and pulls her down to kiss her thoroughly.

[withoutswords]

"You said you enjoyed a challenge," she murmurs somewhere between heated kisses. Her hand is still trapped between them, stroking him firmly but with a slowness she knows he will find more maddening than satisfying. They have danced this dance many times, and never tire of the steps.

[theywhowait]

"There are challenges and there are challenges." He manages, biting back a groan.

"But since my lady has asked..." His own hands go wandering, seeking the very heart of her, looking for that one special spot.