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[questionablewit]

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[theywhowait]

He groans again, neck arching as his hands flex on her hips.

"N-not quite exactly this way? But I am not adverse to... ah... embroidering around the theme."

[withoutswords]

Her breath catches when he groans, when his hands tighten on her. Oh, she likes that reaction, clings to him all the more and leans up so she can better reach him. "Surely as a scholar you would not--" She kisses his ear, then nibbles on the earlobe. "--limit yourself to only one source?"

[theywhowait]

"A-ah! N-no. True it is that.. one should investigate... thoroughly. If the lady would...not mind a little experimentation!"

[withoutswords]

She laughs a little, giddy at his distraction. "How many times must I say 'yes' before you take me at my word?"

[theywhowait]

"Well," He manages breathlessly. "One must make sure that you are aware of my inexperience, of course. Here? Now?"

[withoutswords]

"Anywhere." She turns his face back to hers, kissing his mouth once more. "Here and now under Eru's sky, or tonight in Aldburg on a mattress. Or both."

[theywhowait]

"Well," He murmurs agains the kisses, hands fiddling shly with her laces.

"Practice makes perfect, they say..."

[withoutswords]

"I am as inexperienced as you, my lord, and as much in need of practice." This dress laces in the back, so she cannot help him, but instead tugs at where his shirt is tucked into his trousers, loosening it until she can slide a hand under and splay it against his bare back. "And there is no one else with whom I would learn."

[theywhowait]

Annoying things, these back laces. And he's being distracted by her kisses, shivering as her hand slips under his shirt to press against his skin.

"That is well, for we will have no-one to compare with." He agrees breathlessly, before finally managing the laces with an approving grunt. "Ai! But such dresses these are..."

[withoutswords]

She could undo her laces on her own, with some effort. But she is otherwise occupied and more inclined to laugh quietly at his frustration, while making her own explorations. His skin is warm under her hands, and she untucks his tunic further to allow herself more space to roam on his back. "Proof of your inexperience, at least, if you know not how to undo a lady's dress. More practice is needed indeed!"

[theywhowait]

Her laces finally undone, he can slip beneath clothing himself, to trace shyly along the curve of her back.

"More practice will doubtless aid me! And you are hardly making it easy to concentrate, Eowyn."

[withoutswords]

She chuckles, though it is a little breathless; her breathing is quicker with excitement and a little nervousness. She slides her hands around to his front, palming his chest under his shirt, a little hesitant. Already this is more than they have done, and she is very aware of every new sensation. "Should I then stop?" Half a jest, half a genuine question; much as she wants to explore him, the feel of his fingers on her spine causes a delicious shiver. "At least, for a few minutes?"

[theywhowait]

"If you want me to get this dress off you anytime soon..." He suggests teasingly and then laughs breathlessly.

"Although I feel that I should be a little more discrete, considering anyone might ride by." He traces another finger up her spine. "After all, I can touch you just fine..." On her back, anyway.

[withoutswords]

She shivers again at his touch on her back, goosebumps rising. "We are miles from any settlement," she points out, her voice lower. "It is most unlikely any rider will chance by. Also we have two good cloaks, and there is a blanket in Windfola's pack. If there was ever an opportunity for you to abandon discretion..."

She leaves the sentence unfinished and kisses him intently, her tongue slipping into his mouth.

[theywhowait]

"True... " he murmurs, deciding to follow the line of her neck down with his lips once she stops kissing him briefly.

"And the weather is warm, after all..." His hand leaves the small of her back to return to determinedly undo the rest of her laces.

[withoutswords]

She sighs happily, tilting her head to make his explorations easier, shivering with pleasure as his mouth softly moves along her neck. "Mm." A small hum of agreement, both with his statement and his apparent intentions. She laughs just a little. "Unlike the night you arrived. This is a better place for such activity than the armory, that is certain."

[theywhowait]

He laughs at that, pausing in his kisses so he can help her with her outer dress.

"Much much warmer too."

[withoutswords]

The dress slips off her shoulders, and Éowyn pulls her arms from the sleeves, bends so she can lower it and remove it entirely. She is still wearing a white chemise underneath, and it falls as low as her thighs, but the neckline is lower, and the material much more fine.

She takes a small step back, folding her dress over her arm and standing before him, letting him have a good look at her. Her gaze is almost challenging, though her face is flushed. "Well, my lord?"

[theywhowait]

His breath catches at the sight of her, and he falters, eyes caught and wondering.

"You are so beautiful."

He murmurs softly, struck.

[withoutswords]

The expression on his face earns a hesitant, more vulnerable smile than he usually sees. Éowyn knows she is fair, but to see it his admiration written with such open wonder and tenderness takes her breath away.

She lets the dress drop to the grass and steps back into his arms, kissing intently.

[theywhowait]

His arms come up instinctively, crushing her close to him as he kisses her with equal passion.

"Now we come to this, I am uncertain how best to proceed." He murmurs, teasingly catching her lip between his teeth lightly.

"Should I begin... here?" A hand comes round to cup her breast, shyly teasing the nipple.

[withoutswords]

Her breath hitches, and she darts her tongue against his mouth. "That...seems a good beginning," she manages. Her own hands slide back under his tunic, though she does not yet any attempt to remove it. Yet. "How will you continue on?"

[theywhowait]

He shivers a little against her own hands and recalling her reaction, dips his head to trace kisses along her neck.

"Perhaps... in this manner?"

[withoutswords]

She gasps and shivers, closing her eyes and swaying a little in his arms. He has explored her thus before, but it seems doing to while she is wearing less somehow makes the experience more potent. His mouth finds a particularly sensitive place and she gasps again, her fingers contracting against his skin. "Yes," she murmurs. "Like that."

[theywhowait]

Emboldened by her reaction he stops a while at the spot she seems to like, sucking and nibbling at it, before trying the other side. Even as he does so, his fingers continue to cup and tease her breast.

"Is the other side also amenable?"