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[theywhowait]

His smile is all for her, and he chuckles at the need in her voice.

"As the lady commands!" He pulls back to strip off his shirt obediently.

"And now?"

[withoutswords]

She pauses a moment to look at him, for he is a breathtaking figure. She is used to the more barrel-chested, rough men of the Mark, and has seen more than one of them unclad, in various situations that bore as much resemblance to this one as a donkey does to a Mearas. Faramir, in contrast, is more lean, but no less strong. There are scars here and there, and she reaches out and runs a thoughtful finger along one of the ones on his upper chest, wondering about its story.

Another time. "Now it is my turn to research." She bends forward and kisses along the scar, brushes her mouth along his collarbone, her hands exploring his skin with long, broad strokes. "For we should be thorough."

[theywhowait]

He cannot help but flush a little at the appreciation in her eyes, and her kisses draw a sudden hiss of approval.

"That is true..." he manages, very breathless.

[withoutswords]

That is no bad beginning. She continues, letting her mouth and one hand wander over his chest, flicking her tongue thoughtfully over one nipple as she wonders if it will affect him as it does her. "Although...I think this might be easier if we were to lie down."

In the interests of research, or course. And of not getting cricks in their necks.

[theywhowait]

"Lying down is good." He agrees dizzily, and drags her close to kiss her as he lays back.

[withoutswords]

Lying down is good. Lying sprawled on his chest as he kisses her is much, much better. For a while that's enough, with no further exploration needed, just her hand splayed on his chest and his arms wrapped around her. "I think--" she manages, somewhere between kisses, each leading to another. "I begin to see the problem."

[theywhowait]

He groans softly as she kisses him, the weight of her warm and tempting.

"Problem?" He manages breathlessly, unable to quite think straight at present.

His own hands are busy exploring her skin.

[withoutswords]

He is a warm solidness underneath her, and her hands wander as his do, as she dares further than she yet has--chest and neck, side and hip and upper leg, and it perhaps as well that he is still clothed there. "In that I..." A pause for another kiss, and her head spins so much that she almost forgets the rest of the sentence. "Oh...Do not wish to stop. Ever."

[theywhowait]

He groans again as she ventures closer than she has yet, trying not to buck up into her hands.

"Oh....yes... that..." he doesn't really want to either.

"We...we should...probably."

[withoutswords]

His hip twitches under her hand, suggestive, and Éowyn takes a deep breath. She kisses him again, and during the heated tangle of mouths slides her hand over him, carefully exploring. Her breath catches; somehow she hadn't expected that part to feel as hard as it does, or to fit so well into the palm of her hand, even with a few layers of clothes between her and his skin.

She breaks the kiss to see his reaction, her face flushed and curious and wondering.

[theywhowait]

He groans, deep in his throat, unable to stop his hips arching.

"Eowyn!" He gasps. "If y-you keep that up beloved I know not how we are to stop."

[withoutswords]

"You are still clothed," she points out, her throat gone somewhat dry. Éowyn kicks her lips. "And--we need not stop this. So long as we do not--" She stops, deeply flushed but fascinated, her hand rubbing him with growing familiarity. "I could do this, for you. I would like to."

That much is certainly true, for she has never seen him look thus, react thus, and it is a heady thing to know that it is because of her.

[theywhowait]

"And if you continue, I will have a very uncomfortable ride home!" He points out, flushes and needy under her as he groans and fights not to move too much.

"A-ah! But I w-would not ask you to stop now." He's pretty certain he doesn't want her to.

[withoutswords]

"Only if I stop." It is a low, challenging statement. She moves her hand back up to his abdomen, then carefully slides it under his waistband, so that she may cup him with only his braies between their skin. "And this is still not something that would get me with child, so it is safe." His reactions are wonderful to her, for she has never seen him so agitated, not heard him make such sounds. Thoughtfully, she bends and rests her head on his chest, facing so that she may see her hand's work. "Although...I think I would be able to do better, were your trousers not in the way."

[theywhowait]

"I don't truly wish you to." He groans again at that, head falling back. "And I will need to or the ride back will be uncomfortable in a different manner."

His hands shake as they reach for his trousers.

[withoutswords]

She helps slide them over his hips, her breathing quicker with anticipation. Once that is done and he is clad only in his underclothes she looks at him, and keeps her eyes fixed on his face as she strokes him again--and then, after a few moments, slides her hand under his braies to touch him directly, her fingers wrapping carefully around him.

[theywhowait]

He looks shyly back at her, clearly not used to being watched, but when she touches him again his eyes flutter closed and his head goes back with a groan.

"Eowyn!"

[withoutswords]

It does not feel the way she thought it would, and she is fascinated. Hard, yes, impressively so, but the skin is so soft. Her fingers slide over him easily, exploring. "Like this?"

It seems the correct way to go about this, and the sounds he makes are encouraging. But his expression is strained, so it seems good to check.

[theywhowait]

He groans, fighting not to move his hips up into her hand.

"y-yes." He hisses. "Eowyn, please!"

[withoutswords]

She smiles, her confidence growing. And he is so very beautiful like this, his head thrown back as he gasps her name.

"Please...what, exactly?" she asks, now teasing him, both with words and fingers.

[theywhowait]

Faramir trembles, hands fisting in the cloak beneath him.

"P-please...." He needs to finish that sentence, he knows, but he can't quite remember how, at the moment.

[withoutswords]

She has almost never seen him wordless. She has certainly never seen him like this, panting and flushed and overwhelmed by need. And need for her, for her hands, for what she can do...

Eowyn bends down and kisses him--lightly, for he is short of breath as it is--even as her fingers find a more firm grip and begin to work at him in earnest. It does not take her long to get the hang of it, to feel how the satin-skin moves over the hardness underneath, to feel the rhythm his hips want to move in. "I love you," she whispers, amazed, and flushed herself from awareness of what they are doing.

[theywhowait]

He tries to kiss her back, arching against her hands despite his best efforts to hold still.

"Beloved." He gasps, groans. "Love you."

[withoutswords]

How have they reached this point so quickly? Eowyn does not know. He is not the only one affected; her skin is hot, and she aches with wanting, with remembering his mouth on her chest earlier, with an emptiness that longs to be filled. She had not realized how quickly this play might overwhelm.

She regrets none of it. She will regret none of it, she is sure, whatever happens. Quite the contrary.

She stretches out alongside him, sometimes watching his face, sometimes watching her hand stroking the hard length of him, now firm and quick and rhythmic, sometimes kissing his face or shoulder. "Do not hold back," she says, her voice low but encouraging. "Oh, my love, do not hold back...!" For she would see him lose control, she would give him all the pleasure she may, would see what he looks like when overcome with bliss.

[theywhowait]

"Close." He groans, breathless as he kisses her, reaching up to drag her close, needing to touch.

"So close. Eowyn, beloved...!"

A gasp, and cry, and he tips over the edge, unable and unwilling to hold back with her urging him on.