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[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.

sorry/not sorry the sad truth is that while sex is awesome it's also inherently absurd

[withoutswords]

Until the end of her days she will remember this, she thinks dizzily. The way he clings to her, his breath hot in her ear, the feel of his hips jerking into her hand. And then he cries out and arches, going still all at once, and then...

Well. Eowyn is a maid, but until now she would have described herself as no innocent. Still, she does not really expect the result. There's so much of it, for one thing. She waits until he subsides, until he stops shaking, then curiously reaches out and touches it. Sticky, definitely sticky. Bema, cleaning this up may be a problem...she hopes they both have plenty of hankerchiefs, or some other cloth...

But for the moment she lookes back down at her lord, softly caressing his face. "Faramir?"

loooooooooool

[theywhowait]

He's panting, but he reaches up with clumsy hands and draws her down to kiss her.

"Thank you." He breathes softly, feeling limp and wrung out (and sticky. That too). "But you have pleasured me, lady, and are you not yourself wanting?"

[withoutswords]

Faramir is never clumsy, which says more than words just how much the experience has affected him. Eowyn is more than a little smug about the results of this experiment, and it shows. She kisses him with gentle lips, her hand still resting on his face. "Yes," she admits. "But I took pleasure in it also, and I can wait. At least until we have managed to clean this up a little. Is it always what happens?"

[theywhowait]

He's panting as if he ran a race, nuzzling against her.

"I would not know." He admits. "Although I am familiar with these functions and have attempted self-satisfaction before, I have never known such pleasure as what you just brought me!"

[withoutswords]

She nuzzles him in return, small kisses and caresses. His admission surprises her, though she is not displeased by it. "Never? You have touched yourself thus before, but not...?"

[theywhowait]

He looks sheepish. "I found it passingly awkward - and, also, it was hard to imagine the person I could wish to lay with."

[withoutswords]

That earns him another kiss, deeper and heartfelt, which continues for a few minutes. "Then I thank you for the honor, my love," she says quietly.

Her eyes glint suddenly, and she adds, "And would be glad to assist you thus again anytime you wish, should we find opportunity for it."

[theywhowait]

He smiles tiredly up at her.

"It was much much better than my imaginings."

And then he sputters, laughing with embarassed pleasure. "Eowyn!"