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[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?"

lol I think, at this rate, we're going to have to FTB or they're just going to sit here and flirt

[theywhowait]

He shivers, head tilting to give her better access as she bites.

"We did have rather a list, did we not? Perhaps we should start with the one involving testing the bed..."

I keep wanting to get more explicit and then going wait, nope, can't! /sheepish

[withoutswords]

She chuckles wickedly, letting her hands wander lower to his hips, dipping her fingers under the waistband. "And how well the walls block out sound," she murmurs against his skin, nipping her way along his shoulder. "So to make a proper trial, you must be as unrestrained as you may, and hold nothing back."

lol well shall we just do that then, because I think Faramir is just as fond of the tease as anythin

[theywhowait]

He shivers with a low gasp.

"If the White Lady continues in this manner, I think I will not have to try terribly hard." He manages.

Eowyn prefers action to words, but for him she makes an exception, because then he smiles.

[withoutswords]

"Fie, man of Gondor." She laughs softly, sliding her hands properly under his breeches and splaying her hands on the bare skin she finds there. "You have a duty to fulfill, to your fiefdom and your lady wife. I expect you to do your utmost."

/INCANDESCANT BLUSHING

[theywhowait]

He groans as her hands move, and the next kiss is rather more heated than before.

"My lady commands." He says breathlessly. "And if she'd be so kind as to help me with my breeches, I would be only too glad to comply."

From him or you? ;) (also how about instead of just FTB we cut to afterwards?)

[withoutswords]

She laughs again, a delighted, bell-like sound, so filled with happiness she cannot contain it, and removes her hands so that she might roll them back over and fulfill this request.

lol mostly him in this case. AND THAT WORKS =D

[theywhowait]

Faramir follows this by making good on his word to please his lady, and afterwards they lie sated and curled together, and he kisses her gently.

"I trust my lady is not disappointed?"

[withoutswords]

"Not in the least," she assures him, nuzzling the top of his head and kissing his hair. Sweat cools on their skin, and all her body is relaxed. One of his hands rests near the dreadful scar from where the Witch-King struck her shield arm, but she is unselfconscious of the blemish. How could she be otherwise, when he has made it clear--thoroughly and repeatedly--that he finds every inch of her fair?

Content, she kisses his hair again, breathing in his scent. "I think we have more than proven the stoutness of the bed. But I do not know if our walls and door block out sound, or if our staff are merely polite."

[theywhowait]

He traces her skin absently, this close he can hear her heart beating, feel her breathing, and it is a greater comfort than he ever imagined.

"Perhaps they are being polite - in which case I suppose we will have to watch their reactions in the morning!"

[withoutswords]

His head is resting on her chest, and fits as though it has always belonged there. Eowyn reaches up and strokes the locks languidly, too drained to do more. "Perhaps we will need to increase their salaries, for their tolerance." She smiles. "Especially if we do test all the guest rooms as well. One per night? Or perhaps two, if we are feeling particularly energetic?"

[theywhowait]

"I think we might have to content ourselves with one." He chuckles.

"As you quite wear me out, Eowyn!"

[withoutswords]

"You are a warrior of Gondor. I am sure you could muster up the stamina if required." She trails her nails lightly down his back as she says it, teasing.

[theywhowait]

He shivers, a breathless laugh.

"My lady sets a very high bar! And I am sure I could... rise to the occasion. But perhaps not quite this moment."

[withoutswords]

"No," she agrees, settling her hand on his back. "No, I am not at all inclined to move at this moment, nor to let you move. Further duties must wait for another day. Or another night." She kisses his forehead. "I think we have been more than dutiful enough for now."

[theywhowait]

He pulls her close with a content sound.

"That is well, for this bed, I find, is most comfortable, and I am loth to move from it."

[withoutswords]

She chuckles. "Since I am serving as your pillow, I will take that as a compliment. Though I agree that this bed is more than worth the wait. I do not think I will miss camping out of doors for a while, with such comforts to tempt us."

[theywhowait]

"A most delectable pillow." He smiles and shifts to press a kiss against the closest bit of skin - that it happens to be a breast is an accident. Really. *cough*

"I agree - and I should hope that the guestbeds are in equally good state, as I would not stint our visitors!"

[withoutswords]

"I'm sure the guestbeds have mattresses just as good. But our viitors must find their own pillows; this one is not available to any other."

She kisses his head yet again, wondering that she never seems to tire of it, or of him. Perhaps there may come a day when such actions do not delight her, but she cannot imagine it.