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[theywhowait]

"Not even outside under the stars?" He teases, although like her, he's looking forwards quite a lot to a soft mattress, rather than roots and stones.

"But I agree, we should, after all, make sure that all the walls and doors are... sound."

[withoutswords]

"I have had enough nights sleeping under the stars of late to content me," she says firmly, her eyes twinkling up at him. "Though I thought we were to test that the walls and doors were soundproof. After all, we wish to be sure our guests will not be disturbed when they are at rest."

[theywhowait]

"Of course, I meant that." He nods solemly, and winks at her.

"If, in the process of the testing, other things are investigated, why, we are only being efficient."

[withoutswords]

She laughs and kisses him instead of answering, a deep, lingering kiss that teases as much as their words have done. She wraps one arm around his waist and presses her other hand to his face, caressing his hair now and then, content beyond any words could describe.

After several minutes of this, more than long enough to make her breath shorter and her skin flushed, she breaks away enough to murmur, "The guest quarters seem too far away to me. Perhaps we should start with our own."

[theywhowait]

He's breathing rather heavily himself, by the time she pulls away, using the interval with her so close to tug her into his lap, hands caressing her sides.

"I do suppose we had best hurry." He agrees with a breathless nod.

[withoutswords]

"Mm." She nuzzles his face, her lips brushing against his forehead. "But you will have to release me first, my lord, if you would have us move elsewhere."

True, she's on his lap, but she can hardly move with his arms around her as they are.

[theywhowait]

He heaves a pretend sigh at her.

"As much as I enjoy having you in my arms I suppose you have a point."

He grins at her and makes a show of only reluctantly letting her go, showering her with kisses as he does.

[withoutswords]

She grins suddenly, humor alight in her face. "If you are indeed so reluctant, you could always carry me. The bedchamber is not so far."

And while once it might have been a point of pride for her to let no man carry her any distance...many things have changed. Besides, she is as unwilling to be released as he is to release her.

She kisses his neck, teasing. "Or had you thought to begin here? These chairs are somewhat unwieldy and the floor unyielding, but we could be....resourceful."

[theywhowait]

"Hm, this is true..." He has a speculative gleam in his eyes at the thought, but he laughs.

"While this is true, after so many nights sleeping rough, I fancy we test our new featherbed, my wild shieldmaiden! We can always... experiment later!"

Even so he does pick her up as he stands, pretending to wobble alarmingly.

[withoutswords]

"Uncertain on your feet, my ranger?" she taunts lightly, knowing full well that his lack of balance is deliberate and meant to tease. Faramir has more than enough strength to carry her, even if it were a longer distance than this. "Perhaps that good dinner has already rendered you unfit, and I should make you chase me awhile first. Besides, it is said that a prize too easily won is not so valued."

[theywhowait]

"My steps are made unsteady by the force of love's bolts."

He informs her with a grin.

"Or maybe it was that extra piece of cake. In which case, I will have to inform you that I will lose terribly, if we have a chase, and beg the lady to be kind!"

[withoutswords]

"I had never heard that love bolts were aimed at one's feet." She kisses the side of his mouth, near the grin she loves so much. "In that case I should chase you instead. And once I have caught you, you will see whether or not I am kind."

[theywhowait]

"Perhaps they missed, so many they showered me with?" He beams up at her.

"I fear that chase might not be a long one!"

[withoutswords]

"If you have been so wounded by the bolts of love, you need a healer to attend you." Her eyes shine back at him. "I am new to my trade and lacking in supplies, but I will do whatever I may to ease your pain, if you will trust yourself to my skills."

It's a wonder he doesn't walk into the furniture, with his attention more riveted on her than on his own feet or their new rooms. She is just as heedless, almost uncaring of the surroundings. Their home is very fine for all its newness, but the efforts that have gone into building it are in this moment almost wasted for all the attention they are given.

[theywhowait]

"I would trust no healer other than yourself for such a delicate operation." He assures her with a bright smile, somehow managing to not walk into a wall.

[withoutswords]

"I'm not sure delicate is my strongest point," Eowyn admits a little ruefully, as he sits them both down on the bed. "But such skills as I have are yours, if you will only tell me what it is you need."

[theywhowait]

"You underestimate yourself, my love!" He remains reluctant to let her out of his arms, even now that they're curled together on the bed.

"You have ever been most gentle with me."

You'll have to let me know when a fade to black is needed! Or I'll just keep going.

[withoutswords]

"Despite my first warning to you?" she smiles and lifts a hand back to his face, caressing it. I am a shieldmaiden, and my hand is ungentle. "I can take but little credit, for I have had an excellent teacher."

aye aye!

[theywhowait]

He turns to kiss her palm.

"Your hands are strong and kind, gentle at need, Eowyn. I trust you more than any other."

[withoutswords]

Her breath catches as his lips brush against the delicate skin of her palm. "I fear I am as wounded by the bolts of love as you, my dearest lord," she murmurs.

Then she laughs, shifts so that she's leaning above him, her hair a wall of gold to block out half the world from view. "So we will do what we can to heal each other, and test our new furniture's soundness at the same time. Let no one say we are not industrious!"

[theywhowait]

He looks up at her with eyes full of love and grins at her suggestion.

"That is a good idea, my love! But I fear we are not appropriately dressed. Should I aid you with that?"

[withoutswords]

"In this and in all things," she confirms before kissing him again, reaching for the buttons on his jerkin and beginning to undo them. "For we will accomplish much more if we work together."

[theywhowait]

He shivers a little at the feel of her fingers undoing laces and buttons and feels very clumsy as he does the same.

"As ever my lady speaks wisdom and truth." He says breathlessly.

"And damn whoever invented this corset!"

[withoutswords]

That makes her laugh almost too much to continue, not least because it is so rare that Faramir expresses frustration at all. She abandons his laces in favor of helping him undo her own, pulling the offending garment over her head after it is sufficiently loosened. "So impatient," she teases. "Where is the fabled forbearance of the Prince of Ithilien?"

[theywhowait]

He laughs sheepishly, and the amusement settles into wonder as he looks up at her.

"I think, my beautiful wife, I lost it somewhere around the point where you started undressing me!"

No matter how often they lie together, he never gets tired of seeing her, skimming shyly worshipful hands up her side.

"Especially not when I get such a wonderful gift!" He tugs her down to kiss her.