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[questionablewit]

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Going to sleep now I swear

[withoutswords]

Éowyn laughs, ducking down the bed out of his reach, her hands resting on his legs. "No?"

Re: Going to sleep now I swear

[theywhowait]

((ooc: lol))

He mock growls at her, wriggling after her with a laugh.

"Very no! Come here~"

[withoutswords]

She ducks away again for amusement's sake, still laughing and delighted by the playfulness of this. Passion she had anticipated, but not this play.

Despite this mock-attempt at escape she is quick enough to wrap herself around him when he catches her, as they are once more caught up in a tangle of limbs and kisses, the bedsheets a hopeless mess underneath them both.

[theywhowait]

She's not trying terribly hard to get away, so it doesn't take long before they're tangled together again, and he pulls away from kissing her lips only long enough to go kissing elsewhere - down her neck for starters.

[withoutswords]

She makes a small frustrated noise as he pulls away, though it's quickly replaced by a gasp when he moves to her neck. It had not taken them long at all to find how sensitive her next is to such attentions, even before this night. She bends her head back for him, clutching at his arms.

[theywhowait]

"My Eowyn." He kisses and nips, worshipping her with his mouth.

[withoutswords]

"My husband." She arches under him, running her hands from arms to shoulders, shoulders to back. "I think it is you who will drive me mad with longing."

[theywhowait]

He smiles at her.

"My but that would be terribly rude of me, would it not? I will have to ensure you are properly satisfied!"

[withoutswords]

She reaches up and caresses his face, smiling. "And how will you do that, min heorte?"

[theywhowait]

He turns just enough to kiss her palms.

"Well. I was thinking about using my fingers the way you seem to so enjoy, and then replacing fingers with myself, in the after..."

[withoutswords]

"That is..." Her breath catches again, at the feel of his lips against her palm. "No bad plan, and yet..." She teases at his lips with her fingers. "I wonder if I wish to wait even that long." She slides her other hand along his hip, cups it suggestively around his buttocks.

[theywhowait]

He shivers at her touch, eyes darkening.

"Ah! And if I... promise to make sure it was worth your time?"

[withoutswords]

His gasp makes goosebumps rise on her skin, and she grinds herself against him shamelessly. "Would not impatience...ah...be as rewarding?"

[theywhowait]

He groans, train of thought derailed as he arches against her.

"Ah... well... when put like that..."

[withoutswords]

It was she who said earlier--twice--that there was no need to hurry, but now...oh, she does not want to wait, she will not. They are pressed so close, rubbing against one another, that it only takes a twist of her hips to position herself so that the tip of him is at her entrance. "Faramir--" Her voice is urgent with need, all her pale skin flushed, and she presses again on his backside, to encourage him.

[theywhowait]

He groans as she shifts.

"Eowyn, oh Eowyn."

It's barely any work at all to thrust within her, and his head falls back with a breathless cry.

"Oh, beloved!"

[withoutswords]

"Faramir, Faramir..." She gasps as he pushes in, filling her the way she needs. Her fingers clutch at his back, as though she can somehow pull him closer still if she tries, until there is no division between them at all.

[theywhowait]

He groans, words escaping him as he cannot help but begin to thrust.

[withoutswords]

She moves with him, moaning with every thrust and withdrawal. Her hands wander fretfully over his back and sides. She captures his mouth briefly, but the kiss is broken almost at once by her cries as pleasure builds within her.

[theywhowait]

He breathes her name in broken chants, hands gripping her hips tightly as his movements become irrregular.

"Oh, oh, Eowyn, Oh!"

[withoutswords]

She tries to pull him back into a rhythm, but it is difficult, distracted as she is by hands and pressure and movement and the desperate sound of her name in his mouth. They slip in and out of sync for a minute. It's still good--dear Valar, it is good, beyond all her imaginings--but it's so much better when they manage to work together. An instinctive process, but one that will still require practice...her moans are high-pitched and brief, and her fingers dig into his back. Close, so close now, but not enough, not yet enough...

[theywhowait]

It takes a good deal of effort - difficult, when both are so distracted. But he remembers enough that as her fingers dig at him, he manages to fumble to try and find her clit.

"Close." He gasps in her ear. "So close, oh Eowyn..."

[withoutswords]

"Faramir, Faramir, please..." She chants his name desperately as she moves, trying to reach that point, the place she found earlier. When he reaches between them and strokes her she lets out a loud keen, clenching harder around him. "Bema, please, I'm so close...I need...please...!"

[theywhowait]

"Eowyn, oh, my love, yes, yes...!"

Fumbling in his passion, but he remembers where....here!

[withoutswords]

Her keen becomes a cry as he finds the right place, as his fingers work at her even as they thrust against each other. Once found he doesn't lose his place, and the combination is what she needs. She grips at him as her cries increase in pitch, until she screams her pleasure aloud as she trembles around him, under him, eyes clenched shut as bliss overwhelms her.