faemused | Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

"You know full well you did." Her smile is sweet and satisfied as she reaches for him, pulling him down for a kiss. She can taste the tang in his mouth.

"Good." He laughs and kisses her happily. "And you even managed to keep quiet out enough to not disturb Eldarion!"

"Remember that, next time you tease me for making too much noise during our lovemaking!" She laughs softly and kisses him again, teasing at his mouth with her tongue.

He grins, kissing back.

"I will remind you again and again." He teases. "For we now know that you can be quiet, if pressed!"

She mock-scowls at him in protest. "I have been quiet before!" Which is true. It just takes concentration, and she generally prefers to lose herself in the sensations he creates. As he knows all too well, and prides himself on.

Eowyn trails fingers lightly down his spine. "And you would do well not to tease overmuch, husband. Unless you do not wish me to return the favor for you?" Her fingers wander down to his arse, which she grasps as she rolls her hips under his suggestively.

"On occasion." He agrees with a laugh that turns into a gasp, and then a low groan as she rolls her hips.

"I must humbly beg my lady's forgiveness!" He manages. "And plead for her to be merciful!"

She looks pleased by this reaction, looking up at him slyly. "What mercy would you have?" She still moves under him suggestively, hoping to further steal his breath.

He groans, biting his lip to keep his own silence.

"Eowyn, I need to be in you."

That direct response stops her breath, floods her with heat. "Already?" she manages, after a moment's recovery. "You would not have me attend you as you have me, with hands and mouth?" She leans up a little, whispering in his ear. "For I well know how you like to have my mouth around you..." In truth it is not a real suggestion, but words to inflame him.

He shudders, dropping his head to rest against her with a groan.

"Well. I would hardly say no..." He manages breathlessly. "I will leave it to the Lady's discretion."

She chuckles throatily, pulling him back up for a kiss with one hand and reaching down with the other. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers, palming him. "I want to feel it when desire overtakes you. Husband--" She kisses him again, her earlier satiation replaced by new passion. "Show me what you need."

He groans again, biting his lip as his hips shift against her hand, fighting not to move.

"You, oh, oh, Eowyn, I need you."

They never finished undressing him, but that is easily attended, and her hands are already there to help him. It is the work of a moment to shove his breeches over his hips and kick them off, and then she is pulling him back above her, helping him position himself, drawing him in. Her hands on him are as urgent as his words were, and she whispers "Yes, yes, yes..." as they finally join together. It hurts a little despite his earlier activity, and she does not care, for she wants him fiercely.

It's all he can do not to drive into her, and he muffles another cry in her shoulder as they move. He's rougher than he should be, he will reflect later, but right now he's needy and desperate, pressing her down as he thrusts into her.

"Eowyn, oh, Eowyn!"

She has never minded rougher treatment during lovemaking; sometimes she even prefers it. He has her pinned, but she clings to him, her nails pricking at his back as he pushes into her. So much more difficult to be quiet now, with his muffled groans and broken repetitions of her name in her ear, with both of them afire with need at once...Eowyn cries out also, try as she might to bite them back, and it rises in pitch as he loses control. "Faramir, yes, yes, Faramir, please--!"

"Oh" He gasps, his voice stolen as he muffles his cries, his movement becoming erratic as he reaches his peak.

"Eowyn... I... oh...."

Eowyn closes her eyes, gasping with him as he finds his release deep inside her. It is too soon for her to crest a second time, but no matter; she is content to let her own need subside, for she has already been sated once. And it is pleasant indeed to pull Faramir's head down to rest on her shoulder as he calms in her arms, to lie joined with him, as closely entwined as they could possibly be.

He is wordless, as he sometimes gets after, trembling in her arms as he comes down and curling close to her, feeling the beating of their hearts together.

Éowyn holds him close, stroking his hair and back, sometimes kissing his head. "I love thee," she murmurs.

He nuzzles against her sleepily, eyes drooping.

"As I love thee." He sighs, content.

Elboron still sleeps. It will harm no one if they too drowse for a time. Faramir is often sleepy after lovemaking, and Éowyn is perpetually short on sleep these days.

With a small sound of effort she reaches for one of the abandoned blankets, covering them both in it.

"Our son?" He murmurs sleepily, nuzzling against her as she covers them both.

"Asleep," she answers quietly, settling the blanket over them, settling herself into place under him. She reaches over with her free hand and strokes his hair. "As we may be, for a little. Hush, love."

"Wake me if you need." He yawns and settles, drawing her close into his arms.

She only hums her answer, quietly fitting herself against him, her head pillowed on his arm. She almost does not wish to sleep, for this is the most peaceful moment she can remember for a long, long while...since they were by the lake, perhaps, on their last holiday before Elboron's birth...

She dozes off remembering sunlight on water, and Faramir's soft smile as he splayed his hand across her stomach.

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I'm sure 'arse' is not Tolkieny but darn it every other word is worse.

LOL

Sex anatomy is ridiculous

lol true

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