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From:

theywhowait

He grins at her, shyly pleased that he has gotten as close as he had.

"You would not have damaged the books that way, I am sure!"

Well she might have, if he'd gotten close enough to poke her, maybe.

"What takes your attention so thoroughly, my lady?"

From:

withoutswords

"Books are your love, not mine," she counters, relaxing. "I would not hesitate to use them as a weapon if needed! But you are safe enough for now." She holds them up for him to see. "Your cousin asked for some texts to help her learn the language of the Mark. These are more used the other way around, to aid us in learning Sindarin, but she still may find them of use."

From:

theywhowait

"You say that, but I am sure you are just as aware how much they cost." He points out, amused, and looks over them interestedly.

"Ah, for Lothiriel? Aye, she will enjoy these, and as you say, e'en if they were meant to be used in one way, they will help going the other."

From:

withoutswords

"And you think I should therefore judge their worth above my own safety? I think not." She teases, takes the books back and lays them flat on a shelf, where she may retrieve them again later. She gives him a sideways grin. "It occurs to me that you have your wish of several days ago. We are quite alone in here, at least for the moment. And while I had previously thought that it would not be private enough, I now think I was mistaken."

Clearly it is private enough for some things, as evidenced by how she winds her arms around his neck and kisses him. It is the first time in several days she has been able to do so unobserved, and she is most enthusiastic, lectures from Elfhelm's wife notwithstanding.

From:

theywhowait

"And in this way we demonstrate why you are not the librarian." He agrees with a laugh, and wraps his arms around her waist when she comes to hold him.

"Ah, so we are..." He muses with a twinkle in his eyes, and is very happy to kiss her back, just as thoroughly.

"Are you sure no one will come in?" He does remember to ask.

From:

withoutswords

"No," she admits. It is unlikely any will come to this room of their own accord, for it does not see much use, but there were a few who knew it was her destination for the next while. And at least one who knows Faramir sought her here, given that he knew where to find her.

She leans up and tangles her hands in his hair. "But we are out of sight, just here, and would have a moment or two if it were needed. Or if we were quiet anyone who entered might think the room empty..."

She kisses him again, nipping teasingly at his mouth, the long line of her body pressed against his with complete trust and ease.

From:

theywhowait

"Well, that much is true..." He murmurs, unable to resist the urge to kiss her, teasing nips at her lips.

"At the least, we should hear anyone coming, probably." Unless they're sneaking, like Faramir was.

From:

withoutswords

They had some time together in private yesterday, but only while on horseback, and even then with guards--chaperones, Eowyn thinks ruefully--riding with them, albeit at a distance. There were more opportunities to speak later, but none to touch, save for the chaste embraces and kisses they could get away with in company. Certainly there was no opportunity for any interlude such as this. And the day before that was nearly as constrained, with Faramir's own men whistling at them. The only true privacy they have had was the first night in the armory, and that had been all too brief, and too cold.

All the more reason to make up for lost time, to Eowyn's mind. "We will," she says, now almost whispering. "We of the Mark are not so stealthy as you, my ranger." And she kisses him again, deep and longing, her fingers gripping at his hair to keep his mouth pressed to hers. Just in case he had a foolish notion, like stopping.

It occurs to her very briefly that Aragorn too was a ranger, and his wife and Legolas as light-footed as all elves--but none of them would be likely to attempt such stealth, surely. And the thought is dismissed almost at once, in favor of more pressing matters. Literally pressing, given how she and Faramir hold each other.

From:

theywhowait

Privacy has been at a premium, this is true, and Faramir is just as happy to take advantage as she is.

"That is well." He murmurs in between kisses. "For we might be scolded, if caught."

Especially considering his hands are wandering, somewhat.

"Have you spoken yet to your brother?"

From:

withoutswords

"I do not care." Let anyone scold them; she will remain unrepentant. This moment is far too sweet to regret. Her hands also wander freely, tracing the lines of his face, his arms, his back--and then drifting lower still. "And no, I have not. Later. It will keep."

From:

theywhowait

He kisses her for a moment, losing his train of thought for a moment.

"It can." He agrees, and tugs her a little further behind the stacks, where his own hands can shyly explore.

From:

withoutswords

There is a wall behind her, between the two lines of shelves on either side of them, and it is not long before Eowyn stumbles back against it, pulling him with her. That is easier, for it gives her something to lean against as she explores him with hands and mouth.

She pulls back from his mouth just a little, to catch her breath and look at him, her eyes wide and darker than usual. Then she kisses him again, more slowly, even as she reaches for one of his hands and brings it to her chest.

From:

theywhowait

He startles a little at that, pulling back to look at her in shy question.

"Eowyn?"

Not that he's removing his hand, mind.

From:

withoutswords

For answer she just kisses him again, a silent press of mouth to mouth. She thinks her meaning most clear. His hands have already been wandering; let them wander a little more.

From:

theywhowait

Well then!

He smiles shyly at her and his hand moves on his own volition then, as he kisses her gently, cupping her breast and shyly learning the feel of them.

From:

withoutswords

Her breath catches and she shivers, for these curves are more sensitive to touch than she had realized. She has felt them herself, of course, while bathing or in passing, but this gentle deliberation is another matter entirely.

That should not surprise her, she realizes distractedly. All things are different, with Faramir.

From:

theywhowait

He kisses her gently as he explore, fingers slow and steady as he traces her curves and thumbs her nipples through the dress.

From:

withoutswords

Oh...she had not expected this, this feeling of melting sweetness that increases with every stroke of his fingers, the way her knees feel weakened enough that she might sink to the floor without the wall supporting her back. Her kiss turns more breathless as she gasps into his mouth, and her hands resting at his sides pull him closer, curve around to his backside and press.

From:

theywhowait

Faramir smiles a little, and eventually has to pull himself away, as Eowyn shows no sign of allowing him to stop otherwise.

"As much as I am enjoying this, I must remind you that we are not entirely in private here!"

From:

withoutswords

She is not sure whether to be glad or sorry that Faramir seems to have greater self-restraint than she does. Possibly both are true. "I...still do not care," she admits, the color high in her face. "Though I wish it were possible to bar the door."

From:

theywhowait

He grins a little at her flushed cheeks and bright eyes.

"I am rather worried about that door." He teases. "What if your brother, or worse, the Lady Hilde comes in?"

From:

withoutswords

She lifts her chin stubbornly. "Then I will remind them that I am a woman grown, old enough to make my own decisions and accept whatever consequences arise from them." Not that the consequences in this case would be so very dire, to her mind.

Her hands still rest on his waist, and she tries to pull him back, a smile quirking at her lips again, mostly because of the teasing light in his eyes. "And hope that love continues to make you reckless."

From:

theywhowait

Faramir laughs, a little breathless at the light in her eyes.

"While it does, I will also point out that a library is really not the most discrete, my jokes aside. Also that we are almost certainly going to be called for eventually."

From:

withoutswords

She sighs, but cannot deny the truth of this. The library does not even have a bar on the door. "We always are. I truly am minded to kidnap you on horseback. We would probably be tracked eventually but I could at least buy us some interrupted time."

She does look frustrated, even a little unhappy. It should not be so difficult to find some private time with her betrothed, to her mind. The fact that they will have the rest of their lives together is little comfort in comparison with her present dissatisfaction.

From:

theywhowait

"While I do not oppose another ride, I do think kissing you on horseback is rather difficult."

He says and caresses her cheek regretfully.

"These days could not seem to drag so long!"