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[questionablewit]

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[theywhowait]

"Perhaps I did." He agrees, smiling as he pulls back a little.

"But you continued it, yes?"

[withoutswords]

"I did," she confirms, her eyes twinkling. "As you must have known I would, for when have I ever refused thee?"

Never, they both know, so she kisses him again, wrapping her legs around him more firmly.

[theywhowait]

"I did" He admits shamelessly. "For my lady is almost the most indulging."

He kisses her back, pulling her flush against him. "So shall we play a little, my wife?"

[withoutswords]

She laughs a little, though the sound is immediately turned into a gasp as he grips her. The hard press of his arousal is just where she wants it, with only a thin layer of cloth between them. "Oh--yes--" she manages, kissing him passionately. "We are on holiday, are we not? Playing seems...almost a requirement." Her hands slide over his back and shoulders, slippery from the water.

[theywhowait]

He shivers a little under her knowing hands, grinning up at her.

"True. And we would not wish to waste our time. Although I cannot quite reach the laces of my pants, at the moment..."

[withoutswords]

She smirks a little as she continues trailing her hands over his skin, her nails lightly biting into his neck as they move up into his hair. "Do you wish me then to move?" She does, grinding against him, which is undoubtedly not what he meant.

[theywhowait]

He gasps, neck tilting for her.

"Uh." He manages breath stolen.

[withoutswords]

She smiles and bends down, nibbling delicately at the top of his ear as the fingers of one hand press as his shoulders. Her other hand slips between them, sliding down his chest between their bodies before reaching further down into his trousers, cupping him and pulling gently.

[theywhowait]

He groans, head falling forward onto her shoulder.

"You are a terrible tease, wife." He gasps.

[withoutswords]

"You wished to play." Her voice is low and sultry in his ear, and she kisses the lobe again, then flicks her tongue in as she carefully moves her hand around him.

[theywhowait]

He groans, shivering under her knowing hands.

"So I did. But I'm going to drop you, at this rate!"

[withoutswords]

Éowyn chuckles knowingly. "Should I then stop?"

[theywhowait]

He nips at her teasingly.

"No. But perhaps we should move to a more... useful location?"

[withoutswords]

"The water has its uses." She shivers at that sharp press of teeth, and shivers again at the awareness of how the cool later teases at their heated skin. "If you moved a little deeper, I could do all, while you simply stand here and hold me."

[theywhowait]

"You raise an interesting solution." He says mock seriously, the effect rather spoilt by the way he keeps nibbling at her neck.

"I wonder how deep we should go?"

[withoutswords]

"Chest-high, perhaps?" Her breath catches--she loves when he uses his teeth, the contrast of gentleness and sharpness. "Or a little more. Enough for the water to support me."

[theywhowait]

"I will just keep walking, then." He grins at the catch of her breath and diligently applies his teeth to the other side.

"And you can let me know when we're deep enough." Since she's now distracted enough that he CAN walk.

[withoutswords]

"Are you not...too busy for walking?" she manages, much distracted by the scrape of teeth on her neck. She clutches at his shoulders, and it has little to do with the water gradually rising to her waist. Sweet Vana, she loves his mouth..."You certainly seem...occupied..."

[theywhowait]

"Not... in the slightest."

He assures her, nibbling and kissing his way down her neck as he goes.

[withoutswords]

His attentions are not without consequences. Her legs are still wrapped around him, pressing them most intimately together, and it is impossible for her to not react to that, not when she wants to fiercely and he is stoking the flames of her desire. Her fingers knead at the tendons in his neck, and she gasps.

"Faramir--" One hand finds his face, pulls it back up to hers for a heated, demanding kiss. They may or may not be deep enough. She does not really care. He is more than strong enough to hold her without the water's assistance, if needed.

[theywhowait]

His chuckle at her distraction is stolen in the kiss.

"Yes, beloved?"

[withoutswords]

She growls with mixed amusement and frustration at this, for he knows perfectly well what she wants: himself, in his entirety.

But a shieldmaiden is both adaptable and stubborn. This time when she reaches down it is for the waistband of his pants. There is enough water surrounding them that she can loosen her legs' grip without risking a fall, and it is possible--if awkward--to shove his clothing down, with her hand and both feet pushing it out of the way. Not far. But far enough.

This time when she presses herself against him and takes another kiss they are wholly skin on skin, which is much better. She bites at his lip. "If you are quite finished teasing--?"

[theywhowait]

Of course he does, and he chuckles at her frustration, only to groan as she presses against him. He's already hard, and he kisses back fervently.

"My lady makes a very convincing argument to stop!" He gasps.

[withoutswords]

Eowyn's smile against his mouth is made of satisfied determination. Her hands splay on his face for a moment--he is holding her tightly enough now that she may move as she wills--and she kisses him again, just as fervent. "I could be--yet more perusasive--" Heated words between heated kisses, and she rolls her hips against his, then hitches herself up a little, enough that he falls into position at her entrance. She presses down just enough to suggest what could follow. One of them will need to guide him in, with this cold water surrounding them, but she stays poised above him, breaking their kiss and looking down at him with a fierce look that dares--demands--he continue.

[theywhowait]

He groans, at that, head falling back and hips jerking instinctively.

"Well, the argument is most sound." He gasps, and obligingly reaches down to do just that.