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[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.

[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.

[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.

[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?"

[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."

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[theywhowait]

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

[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.

[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!"

[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."

[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?"

[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."

[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."

[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.

[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!"

[withoutswords]

"I had not intended we should stay on horseback. Or that should should permit any to accompany us."

It sounds more wistful than mischievous, and this time when she steps forward and embraces him it is for comfort rather than anything else. "I miss the gardens," she says quietly, resting her face on his chest. "I have never felt so at peace anywhere as I did there, during those days after we first knew our love for each other. And there we had quiet and privacy in plenty."

Perhaps more than they should have, and probably they should not have trysted in the healing gardens as they did, for all that they did not do much that was unseemly. She misses them all the same.

[theywhowait]

"I do too." He hugs her back and breathes in the smell that is uniquely Eowyn, and reminds him of sunlight on the fields.

"Strange, isn't it? But that was one of the few places we could be just Faramir and Eowyn, and not the Princes off Rohan and the Steward of Gondor."

[withoutswords]

"That is it," she agrees. She had not thought of it in those terms, but they perfectly capture her feelings. She does not resent her resumed duties here in Edoras, does not feel as caged by them as once she did, and yet...and yet.

She laughs, just a little. "It is strange, particularly when I remember how much I wished to leave them at first, how I hated my enforced idleness. And now I long for a little such time, even if it were but a single afternoon!"

[theywhowait]

He smiles fondly, running fingers through her hair.

"You would grow bored with inactivity." He says fondly. "But I admit, looking back at those days, they seem an idyll of protected peace, and I miss them equally as I look forwards to being able to make our own times."

[withoutswords]

The feel of him stroking her hair relaxes her despite herself, and some of that unhappy tension ebbs away. "I would," she admits. "In time. But not until a few days had passed. Surely that is not so much to ask, after months of waiting for your company! Nor were we idle during those days, especially you, with the king's return to prepare! But there was a greater balance; there was time for both the lord and lady, and for Eowyn and Faramir."

It does not help, likely, that she is poised between past and future during this time...still tied to her old life, and not yet free to start the new. It makes for an odd position. But while she understands the difficulty and knows it to be temporary, finding a short-term solution is less easy. She sighs again. "The only option available is to wait, and I have never been contented with waiting."