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[theywhowait]

He kisses her sweetly.

"It is my honor as a husband to be considerate to so loving a wife."

His own hands are busy with her laces, which, in fairness, are much less fiddly while she is nursing.

[withoutswords]

"Enough of this courtesy," Eowyn says firmly, helping him to remove her dress, then pulling him down to lie on the pile of blankets and furs. In retrospect she should have realized he had plans for this, given how comfortable and warm a makeshift bed he has provided, with covers to protect them from the chill air near the waterfall. She lifts a hand to his face. "Your words are sweet, love, but our time is short and we should find other uses for our mouths." Her answering kiss is not sweet but demanding, even forceful. Eowyn is never hesitant once she has made up her mind towards some end.

[theywhowait]

He laughs breathlessly.

"Yes yes my impatient one!"

Dropping his head he returns to pressing kisses down her neck.

[withoutswords]

"Am I alone in my impatience?" she retorts, certain she is not for all that he is being careful with her. "It has been such a long while..." Her hands roam eagerly over him, exploring and refamiliarizing themselves with his body. Embraces there have been, yes, and nights spent sleeping in each others' arms, but those were not the same.

[theywhowait]

He chuckles, nipping lightly.

"No, but I hide it better than thee, I am sure!"

Also, Faramir is one to prefer the long payoff, and if not for Elboron sleeping soundly nearby would enjoy teasing her to orgasm a few times first.

[withoutswords]

"What use in hiding it?" She gasps her approval at the sharp nip of his teeth, desire already sparking through her. She would like to let him have his way, give him the reins and let him pleasure her for hours before slaking his own need, as he so loves to do. But this idyll, however carefully made, will end all too soon, and neither of them may know exactly when. She has no desire to be interrupted in the act by Elboron's whimpers, and forced to hold back her need for hours or days more.

[theywhowait]

"I suppose this is not the time for patience." He agrees, wriggling out of his pants and dragging her back into his arms. "After all, we have a time limit." He shifts under her, reaching to make sure she is ready for him with his fingers, first.

[withoutswords]

She intercepts his hand, pulls it up to her chest. "I am not that impatient," she says, raising an eyebrow at him. And she will not be ready yet, much as she wants him, short as their time may be. Eowyn wraps a leg around him, twining their bodies together. "I do mean to enjoy you first, my husband. And hope you will do the same."

As evident by the way she kisses him again, her tongue sliding eagerly into his mouth.

[theywhowait]

He kisses back, leaving off his initial thought to bring his hands up to tease her breasts instead.

"Then I will let you choose our pace."

[withoutswords]

The way she moves under him speaks of approval, as does the teasing, nipping kisses they share. Eowyn strokes his back firmly, then dances her fingers down his spine.

[theywhowait]

He gasps, her teasing movements making his back arch into her strokes and then twitch at the lighter movements.

"Ai!"

[withoutswords]

"Shh." She pulls back just far enough that he can see her smirk. "You must be quiet, my love, or you'll wake the baby."

From the sultry tone in her whisper this is meant more as a tease than a genuine warning. Ever does Eowyn take pride in her ability to arouse her husband's ardour.

[theywhowait]

"You are making it very difficult, my wife!" He retorts with a smile, dropping his head to nibble along her neck.

[withoutswords]

"I know." She sounds definitely smug, for all the she tilts her head willingly to make it easier for him, shivering with pleasure at the sharp touch of teeth.

[theywhowait]

He laughs softly, nipping sharply and sucking, knowing that it will leave a mark.

[withoutswords]

She has to bite back a cry of her own, which emerges as a sort of high-pitched squeak instead. Eowyn has never found it easy to be quiet during such times, and knowing that makes her laugh again, silent and breathless. Since she cannot cry out her reaction to his mouth she clings to him all the harder, pulling him close.

[theywhowait]

Faramir grins at her squeak, soothing the bite with his tongue, coming easily when she tugs, turning his head to pay proper attention to the other side of her neck.

[withoutswords]

This time she manages to keep her reactions quiet, small gasps and catches of breath. Her hands wander, reacquainting themselves with Faramir, the muscles in his back and arms, the softness of his hair, the way their legs slide against each other..."I missed thee," she murmurs, for even more than the fever of lovemaking the missed this intimacy with him. There has been so little time or energy for it.

[theywhowait]

He muffles adoring whimpers against her skin as she explores, kissing her again at her words.

"And I missed thee also. I am so glad that you are enjoying my surprise."

Slow, but not too slow, but it's nice, it's so nice to be able to hold her, to feel her in his lap, to know that he'd have to shift only just so to slide them together.

[withoutswords]

It won't be long now until they slide thus, she knows, but the building of desire is so sweet, a fulfilment in its own right. Every small noise of pleasure he makes is a joy to her. Any gesture that leads to one, she repeats, greedy not just for him but for his delight, and knowing herself to be the cause.

[theywhowait]

He kisses down her neck and across her breasts as her hands explore him, mouthing and nipping gently at her nipples.

[withoutswords]

She is grateful for his care; her breasts are often sore these days, for Elboron is a voracious eater. "Mm..." She caresses Faramir's head, looking down at him with a smile. "Lower, perhaps?"

Her eyes are glinting, her voice suggestive. She pushed aside his fingers a few moments ago, but his mouth...that is more tempting.

[theywhowait]

He chuckles.

"Considering how you enjoy that, my wife, can you be silent if I oblige?"

[withoutswords]

It is a fair question, for she is not known for being quiet, but Eowyn only smiles. "I will put the utmost care into restraining myself," she says solemnly, pushing his head downwards.

[theywhowait]

"Well then!" He chuckles, sliding down to nuzzle against her belly button, and then kiss his way down. Ever since the very first time, he has enjoyed doing this for her, knowing how much pleasure it brings her as he tastes her.