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[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.

[withoutswords]

She kisses him warmly, lingering, her tongue slipping easily into his mouth and darting against his in a dance they now know well. One hand drifts down his side and the other rests on the bare skin revealed by his half-opened shirt. "No gift, my lord," she chides, still amused. "This is serious work we attend to, so be mindful of your duties."

[theywhowait]

He sighs happily against her lips, smiling up at her.

"Ah, I stand...or rather lie! Corrected, and will endeavor to rectify my mistake."

He grins, tickling her sides before actually going back to what he was supposed to be doing.

[withoutswords]

She laughs, trying to twist away from his fingers as he tickles her, and ends up rolling off of him, curled on her side to try and protect her ribs.

[theywhowait]

This of course allows him to roll over and straddle her in turn, smiling down at her, flushed and dishevelled under him.

"You look so beautiful."

[withoutswords]

She laughs joyously, entirely unselfconscious as she lies under him. "I am glad you think so." She reaches up and cups his face in her hand, her thumb stroking his cheek. "Since you must spend so much time looking at me, it would be a pity if you did not enjoy it."

[theywhowait]

He turns his head a little to brush kisses on her palms.

"How can I cease looking at you, when tis like a breath of fresh air every time you smile?"

[withoutswords]

"Every time?" She does smile, runs her thumb over his lower lip. "Then you must breathe well indeed, for I smile every time I see you."

[theywhowait]

He catches her thumb and licks it, teasingly.

"I do - when you are gone the world is empty and without colour, and I count the hours until we are reunited.

[withoutswords]

Her breath catches as his tongue flicks against her thumb, and she brings her other fingers to his mouth to see if they'll receive similar treatment. "Poet," she murmurs. "But we have scarce been apart for more than a breath at a time since we wed, so you cannot complain of being berefit."

[theywhowait]

Obligingly he does, kissing and nipping the fingers as she presses them to his lips.

"True - and greatly enjoying this time, I must confess. I fear I will be thoroughly spoilt - but oh Eowyn! It feels like forever and yet only a moment."

[withoutswords]

"I know." Her eyes are still on his mouth, watching with fascination as he teased her fingertips, then her knuckles. "Like always and yet not nearly long enough. I would happily wander with thee always, even if we did naught but ride and sleep."

It says a good deal, for a woman who dislikes being idle as much as Éowyn.

[theywhowait]

"Well." He moves from her fingers to her palm. "I suppose we would need to eat too." He teases.

[withoutswords]

She sucks in a breath, shivering at the feel of chapped lips brushing against her palm. "Aye, and other things," she says absently, no longer really paying attention to the conversation. "But so long as we may also have this, I would be content."

[theywhowait]

He smiles, the smug look of someone who can tell he's succeeded in thoroughly distracting his partner, and leaves off kissing her hands to go back to her far more delectable lips.

"I hope to. I know tis fashion in some places for husband and wife to keep separate rooms, but I have no wish to be parted from you so readily."

[withoutswords]

She wraps a leg around his, trapping him firmly in place. "Certianly not. I did not wed you that I might continue to sleep alone in a cold bed."

True in more than one sense; Eowyn is often cold at night, and Faramir a welcome source of heat.

[theywhowait]

"And now that you have caught me, my fair wife, with your very cold feet, I might add, what shall you do with me?" He teases and makes no move to even try and wriggle free, kissing her instead.

[withoutswords]

She lets that kiss, passionate and prolonged, be her answer, and when she pulls away it is only to kiss his jaw, then his throat. "Do you not know?" she asks with amusement, the question an echo of the now long ago day when they first came to an understanding with each other.

[theywhowait]

He shivers, as he did long ago, pulse jumping under her lips as she kisses his throat, and his eyes looking at her are dark, voice gone rough.

"I seem to remember my lady promising to teach me~"

[withoutswords]

Her hands slip under his loosened but not yet removed shirt, stroking up and down his back before settling at the base of his spine. She kisses his throat again, then his place where neck meets shoulder. A flicker of mischief crosses her face as she bites at it--not hard, just suggestively. "Which lesson had you in mind?"