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[freo]

Èowyn is more focused on watching the pleasure on Faramir's face than anything else, though his thrusts inside of her feel more and more pleasurable by the moment as her body relaxes and grows acclimated to his presence. She loves the feeling of their bodies entwined like this, moving against and with each other; a fine sheen of sweat gathers between her breasts and upon her brow, and she licks her lips as she strokes her hands along his shoulders and back, admiring the play of firm muscle beneath the skin as he moves, his words of endearment ringing in her ears.

She tips her head back on a low moan when he thrusts deeper and harder, panting for breath herself; but he's at the end of his rope, and comes undone a moment later. She shivers at the feel of him spending himself within her, watching him, loving that he is getting his turn at the same pleasure as she had a moment ago-- though a repeat of such release just eludes her, this time. She does not mind-- this was only their first time, and it was still pleasurable to her. They have all the time in the world to practice both technique and stamina.

"That was fun. May we do it again?" she asks with a small grin once he's had a moment to come down from his high, her tone playful as she gently brushes back his hair, caresses his face.

[whattheydefend]

It takes a few moments for Faramir to come back to himself, and when he does she is caressing his face and grinning. He laughs at her question, kissing her with open delight and wonder, his hands burying themselves in her hair.

"I see the rumors about the barbarians from the North are true, and I will have quite the challenge on my hands to keep you satisfied." He kisses her again, smiling against her mouth. "It is fortunate I am not a man to fear a challenge."

[freo]

Èowyn laughs quietly, smiling similarly against his lips when he kisses her once more. Her eyes are alight with affection and amusement when they part. "You would not have courted, much less married me, if you were such a man. I am afraid you must reap what you sow! Fortunately, I have every faith in that you will more than measure up to the task, my love."

Chuckling lowly at the implication, she draws a fingertip slowly across his lower lip, quite taken with this slightly disheveled look about him; she would not mind looking upon him in such state every day for the rest of their lives.

[whattheydefend]

"Mm, I certainly will enjoy trying to live up to your expectations." He kisses her fingertip in passing as it runs along his mouth, his eyes twinkling at her. "Though I will need a little time to recover first. That was...more intense even than I had expected." Another kiss, and he rubs his nose against hers. "You are wonderful, beloved. Thank you."

[freo]

"I suppose you have earned your moment of respite," she says with a sage nod, lips twitching with barely leashed amusement, a smile breaking through easily as their lips meet again. She can't remember the last time she smiled this much! Nor felt this happy. Humming from her throat, she closes her eyes briefly at the tender gesture.

"I am not certain why you are thanking me, but you are welcome." This time, it is her who tips her chin up to press another kiss to his mouth, murmuring softly when she pulls back, "I love you so much. I have never been this happy."

[whattheydefend]

"I am thanking you," he says, stroking her cheek and smiling at her, "because I have never been this happy either, nor imagined it possible until I met you. Because I love you with all my heart and think it miraculous that you love me as well."

He chuckles a little, shifting his hips against her. They remain joined, though he spoke truth when he said he will need time to recover. His smile turns faintly mischevious. "And because being able to do this every night for the rest of our lives is something I am very much looking forward to." He kisses her lightly, then chuckles again. "Every night, and possibly some days as well."

[freo]

The way he shifts against her pulls a tiny noise from her, turning into a chuckle of her own when he goes on so teasingly. "Oh, my lord. How you shock me!" She does not look it though, judging by the grin spreading to her lips. "During the day? What a scandal. Your barbarian wife does not seem to have to labor very hard to corrupt you, after all."

She laughs now, teasing him back, albeit softening her claims with another sweet kiss. "You may count on me being a very willing participant, my husband, be it day or night-- or both."

[whattheydefend]

"I do like the sound of both," he says, teasing kisses along her cheek and jaw. "Morning, noon, and night...for I was spent much too quickly this time, and clearly need more practice." He lifts his head to grin at her. He could apologize for it, but she looks so happy that there seems no need. And there are hours left in the night, after all.

[freo]

"Oh! Perhaps it is I who shall have to keep up with you, after all," she retorts with a laugh, tipping her head a little into his kisses and smiling.

"I daresay it is good you slaked the worst of your need first..." She arches a brow and smiles a little impishly back, lowering her tone as she goes on, fingertips running gently down his throat, "As I would have my turn exploring you properly in turn, ere we try again. In this matter, I am prepared to have much patience and care indeed."

[whattheydefend]

He tilts his head back to allow her fingers access, letting out a pleased sigh that could almost be called a purr. "If that is your will, my lady, I am at your disposal."

He kisses her again briefly, then lifts himself off her, withdrawing with a little regret and settling on his back on the mattress by her side, smiling at her. "Would you begin your explorations now, or wait some little while? For if you have been left unsatisfied, I would make amends..."

He caresses one of her breasts lightly, his expression now faintly mischevious.

[freo]

"Oh, it is," Èowyn confirms easily, smiling into the short kiss he gives her before moving off her; she's equally regretful to lose his comforting weight and warmth on top of her, but only for a moment. They would have ample opportunities yet to revisit such arrangement, and that is a thought that greatly delights her. She shivers a little in pleasure when he caresses her, humming softly as her nipple tightens under his ghostly touch.

"Mmm-- it is a tempting offer you make, husband mine. But, though I may not have reached my peak the same as you just now, that does not mean I was left unsatisfied in the least." She would make sure he knows that. It's her turn to roll onto her side now, her front pressing against his side as she smiles down at him, leaning in to kiss him lightly. Her hair swings forth like a golden curtain as she does to lay against his chest, and she chuckles softly into the kiss; a happy sound.

"I love you," she murmurs with a warm, fond smile when she pulls back a little, her hand stroking his chest as she mimes his earlier gesture, brushing her nose against his.

[whattheydefend]

He pulls her in when she kisses him, extending it beyond what she intended and stroking her hair. "I love you," he answers in heartfelt, nuzzling her in return and then smiling. "This is another thing I imagined, realize. You leaning over me, and all your glorious hair spread on my chest..."

His fingers trail from the crown of her head all the way down the length of her hair, stretching out a strand to its fullest limit. Faramir sighs a little, happily, as he twists it between his fingers. "Are you sure you are mortal? For this shines brighter than Elven gold, to my eyes."

[freo]

"Oh, yes?" She smiles fondly and indulgently down at him at her marvels at her hair and stretches out a strand of it, to her such an ordinary, commonplace thing among the famously fair-haired Rohirrim. "You truly are a poet, beloved."

She presses a light kiss to his brow, chuckling. "Alas, I fear you indeed wedded a mere mortal, I'm fairly certain of it." Another kiss, but this time she leans down to press her lips almost reverently against his shoulder, where the scarring from the poisoned arrow lays-- as if she could erase the marks from his skin by doing so. "I do love to hear about your imaginings. I have myself long envisioned doing that."

[whattheydefend]

Faramir has seen many fair-haired Rohirrim during his time in the Mark, but still Èowyn's seems to shine brighter than any other's. Though he will acknowledge he is a little biased.

He draws in his breath sharply as he kisses the scarred part of his shoulder. He cannot feel her lips there, for little feeling has yet returned to the outer skin where the mark lies, but there is something profoundly intimate about the act, and merely witnessing it affects him. "I had forgotten that promise," he murmurs. He reaches out and captures her left hand, brings it to his mouth and brushes his lips along the scarring on her lower forearm, then kisses the inside her her wrist. "What else have you envisioned, my wife?"

[freo]

Her eyes lid as she watches him kiss her own scars intently, her pulse sent skittering under the soft press of his mouth to the tender skin of her wrist. My wife, he calls her, and it still sounds utterly wondrous to Èowyn, her smile deepening in quiet pleasure as the words sink warmly under her skin. Her cheeks blush a little at the question, though, thinking back on some of the things she has imagined during their long wait; for all her bravery, she is not sure she could speak of them.

"Should I rather show you? You know I'm better at showing than telling. First I would tend to the rest of you, though-- have you more scars for me to kiss, husband? For I have not forgotten. I think I ought to look for myself."

He has lead the life of a warrior, so she already knows the mark on his shoulder is not the only one he bears. The delight is in finding them -- she would know his body down to the last inch. She leans in to kiss his lips, but does not allow him to deepen it this time, pulling back with a teasing smirk. Instead, she begins to scatter soft kisses over his chest, moving leisurely downward. She makes a tiny, victorious noise from her throat when she comes across her first discovery, pale slash of a scar a couple of inches in length under his left pectoral, long since healed.

"Found one," she murmurs gleefully, and draws the tip of her tongue slowly along the angled line of minutely raised flesh.

does she have other scars? he has lots, feel free to BS them

[whattheydefend]

"You do prefer action to words," he agrees, distracted by the brief kiss and letting out a sigh of disappointment when she ends it so quickly.

But the diffusion of kisses on his skin is more than worth the loss, not least because of her obvious delight in thus exploring him. Then she finds her first, and he watches her tongue slide along the faintly raised skin. That mark is old and better healed, and more tender as a result, so his breath catches sharply.

He leans up a little, the better to watch her. "Am I a treasure hunt, then?" The words come out lower and huskier than before; already he feels a stirring in his groin, far sooner than he would have expected possible.

less than he does, but some for sure! and ditto

[freo]

Èowyn drops a soft kiss onto that selfsame scar in fond farewell, enjoying the way he catches his breath at her attentions. "My love, you are a treasure all on your own," she smiles a little lopsidedly, a teasing glint in her eyes at such flowery response though she means every word.

She has other scars of her own, though none as impressive as the ones on her shield-arm; mostly from girlhood misadventures, tumbles and falls, such as the jagged one on the side of her knee -- or neater ones from sword practice. Faramir's are more clearly from battles, cuts and slashes and arrow punctures; she's determined to kiss them all better, despite knowing what a childish sentiment that is.

There's hardly anything childish, though, in the way she kisses across his ribs, only to find another mark; this one is larger, more vicious looking. She frowns down at it, brushing it gently with her fingertips. "Whence came this one?"

[whattheydefend]

Faramir's gaze softens at that fanciful compliment, and he reaches out to lay a hand on her head, stroking her hair again as she continues her search. His breath catches as her mouth wanders across skin never before thus traversed, and her hair brushes along his chest.

He shrugs a little as she frowns, not discomfited. "An orc, wielding a jagged, saw-edged blade. Many years ago. I was less experienced, and didn't see him in time."

[freo]

Èowyn makes a tiny noise of dismay at the response, still stroking the patch of scarred skin with her fingers lightly. That must have been a painful encounter! It's such a silly thought over an injury years in the past, but she does not like to picture him in such pain. With due care, she replaces her fingers with her lips, covering the span of the scar with soft kisses while her hand brushes down to stroke across his stomach, fingertips eagerly tracing the definition of his abdominal muscles and delighting in being able to touch him this way.

"I must marvel at my fortune anew-- you are beautiful, husband," she murmurs with a little hum, smiling against his skin before tipping her head up to glance at him with an impish gleam in her eye. "If it does not offend your masculinity to say so."

[whattheydefend]

He raises an eyebrow at her, smiling just a little. "The most wonderful woman in the world is lying naked on my chest kissing her way down, and that after we have both given each other pleasure beyond my imagining. My manly pride has never been more secure than in this moment." The smile grows. "And I am not such a fool as to be offended by such a word, particularly coming from you."

[freo]

"It is well that I wedded a man both so wise and comely," she laughs merrily, grinning up at him for a moment before continuing, every word followed by another kiss to his skin; "And kind. Brave. Generous."

If he'll compliment her like so, she's determined to do no worse, certainly. Now she begins to get hampered by her position, as she can edge no further down his body lying where she is. Only with a small twinge of regret does she shift a little so she can get a knee beneath her to take most of her weight, better able now to move downward to keep up with her happy exploration. She makes sure to press her lips to every scar she comes across as she makes her way down to his stomach properly, letting her hair follow along-- though she's clearly no longer being that choosy; instead scattering kisses wherever she wants to, here and there flicking out the tip of her tongue too to taste the salt on his skin.

[whattheydefend]

"All these things?" he says, more than a little distracted by what she does. The variety as much as anything is effective, between the soft brush of her hair, the warm strokes of her hand, and the heated, wet press of her mouth. The flush colouring his skin has nothing to do with her compliments. "I think...you exaggerate a little..." He's still holding himself up on his elbows, and his hands clench a little at the sheets below them as she licks at his abdomen.

[freo]

Oh, how she likes his reactions to everything she's doing! Perhaps she may coax more out of him; she'll certainly delight in trying.

"No," she counters, sounding completely sincere. "Not even a little, my love." Smiling, she lines kisses from his abdomen to his hip, where her teeth test gently at the slight jut of bone, before soothing the nip with her tongue. She's been completely derailed from her initial quest now, but she does not think either of them mind very much. But now, right next to his lap, she is also distracted by the very male part of him she is most curious to learn more of.

"If I were to please you as you did me, how should I begin?" she asks, as direct in this as she is in all other matters; though she can't seem to curb her eagerness enough to wait for him to actually answer, brushing gentle fingers lightly along his cock, still resting against his thigh.

[whattheydefend]

He would protest, but then she grazes her teeth on his skin, and any arguments he might have made are entirely forgotten. His breathing is more shallow and rapid than usual, and he still watches her as though mesmerized.

Her question makes him swallow hard, her eyes going wide and dark, and then she touches him and he gasps. "That...is a good beginning," he manages. His cock is already stiffening under her careful touch, and he's dizzyingly aware that he will recover much, much more quickly than he would have expected. "You did say you wished to explore."

[freo]

"I did say that," she agrees with a small smirk, never one to turn down a challenge. For a moment, she contents herself to learning his shape with light fingertips, but soon she palms him with her whole hand experimentally, rubbing; a tiny hum of triumphant pleasure is at her throat at the way his manhood begins to harden further beneath her hand, responding to her touch. It's completely fascinating to her, and his reactions embolden her swiftly. Her caresses grow less hesitant, a clear intent behind them now. She flickers her gaze back up to watch his face as she curls her fingers around his stiffening length and squeezes softly, applying just a lightest amount of pressure.