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HEADCANON FIRMLY ACCEPTED

[theywhowait]

"On the one hand, you are lovely enough that the term maiar could as easily be applied to you, but on the other, I am glad you are as mortal as I so that we can be together like this."

He grins at her as he stays mostly still so as not to impede her work, altho he cannot quite stop tracing fond circles on her hips.

He's way more heroic than he thinks he is. The modesty just keeps getting in the way. ;)

[withoutswords]

"I do not think it was mere beauty that defined the maiar," she laughs, looking at him fondly. "But I am content to be as I am. Particularly now."

A gift she owes in part to him, and she has not forgotten even if he discounts the part he played in it. Her gaze softens at the thought, as she undoes the last of his buttons and bends over to kiss his chest.

Truth XD

[theywhowait]

"Well the word does mean 'the beautiful', and I would be quite content to follow in Thingol's footsteps and be spellbound by your beauty for years as the trees grew up around us!"

He muses, shivering with a gasp as she does.

<3 I love them both so.

[withoutswords]

"Would you?" She sounds skeptical, though it does not stop her placing more kisses on his chest, apparently at random. One of her hands strokes down his side, rests at his hip. "To only look at each other for years uncounted, and do nothing else? When instead..."

This time when her hand slides between his legs she lets it linger, cupping him in her fingers through his breeches, squeezing a little.

Yesssssssss

[theywhowait]

He groans, hands flexing on her hips.

"You...give a very convincing argument..."

[withoutswords]

"I know." It's a low, smug purr of a response. She leans up, looking down at him with eyebrow raised, her hand sliding back up to rest on his bare chest. He is a very fine view from here, with the shirt open but not off, and his strong, lean figure revealed. "Are further arguments needed, my lord, or are you persuaded?"

[theywhowait]

"I do believe I am very convinced." He agrees breathlessly.

"Of course I would never object to recieving further persuasive arguments from you."

[withoutswords]

"But now I am not so sure," she says, musing, her eyes trailing over his form. "For you are a very pleasing sight from this vantage. Perhaps I would be content merely to look at you for some while."

And if he believes that, he hasn't been paying attention these past two years since they wed.

[theywhowait]

He pretends to consider this.

"Well," he concedes. "It would of course not be fair to make you do all the work..." As he speaks, his hands, previously idle, are smoothing along her hips and reaching for her more sensitive spots.

[withoutswords]

"Oh, is this work?" she asks, as though struck by the thought, her eyes wide and innocent. She reaches down and captures his hands. "Then we should stop at once, for we are supposed to resting rather than working."

[theywhowait]

"Eowyn!" He groans in at least half real frustration.

"This is restful, is it not?"

[withoutswords]

She laughs, relenting, and lies down next to him, kissing him deeply and wrapping one of her legs over his so they may lie entangled.

[theywhowait]

Wrapped together as they are she can feel his readiness hard against her, but for the moment he settles for kissing her soundly.

"You, my wife, are a terrible tease." He says when he's satisfied she's equally breathless.

[withoutswords]

The color has risen in her face by that point, as they lie side by side facing each other, tangled close on the rug. She can feel how he wants her, not just in his body but in his kisses, the way his arm is wrapped tight around her waist.

Eowyn laughs, reaching up and brushing hair away from his face. "What is a rest day for, if not being playful?" She leans closer to him to nuzzle his nose, then takes another kiss, sliding her leg along his.

[theywhowait]

He growls teasingly at her.

"There is playful, and there is playful! Are you wanting me to roll you over and ravish you?"

[withoutswords]

She smiles and kisses his mouth lightly, his cheek, his upper jaw. When she answers her is voice low and husky, her breath teasing the sensitive skin of his ear.

"Of course I am."

[theywhowait]

He laughs and rolls to pin her, smiling down at her.

"Well, since the lady desires it~"

He purrs at her and then drops his head to nip and kiss his way down her neck.

[withoutswords]

There was a time when Eowyn would have been furious to be pinned thus by any man--but that was long ago, and she has changed, and besides Faramir is exceptional. The purposeful, amused expression on his face makes her laugh, though it turns at once into a pleased sigh as he kisses at her neck. She wraps her arms around him, stroking his back as he moves. "I do desire it. I desire you."

[theywhowait]

This is play, for them, and Faramir knows by now exactly what his wife enjoys, kissing and nipping and seeking all her favourite spots, as he runs fond fingers down her sides and cups her breasts.

"As I desire thee, heart of my heart, joy of my life."

[withoutswords]

There was not much playfulness in Eowyn's life before Faramir came into it, not since she was a child, and she knows the same is true for him. Being silly with him, without self-consciousness or restraint, is something she enjoys almost as much as his touch. Both are familiar now, and welcomed, and she laughs a little, her breath catching as his fingers curve around her breasts. "My Faramir," she murmurs, bending to kiss the crown of his head. "Such delight you bring me!"

[theywhowait]

Both of them have had to grow up too early, but their reward is this time now, and he comes up to kiss her as his fingers tease her breasts.

"I am glad, for I would not have it said that I stint my wife!"

[withoutswords]

"Never." Her breath catches as he toys with her, and she kisses him with greater urgency, her hands clutching at his back. "But you will need to move, if we are to remove my dress. Or did you wish me to keep it on while I am ravished?"

From the sound of it she is willing enough either way.

[theywhowait]

"It is a very pretty dress." He agrees, nibbling at her neck.

"I rather like how it flatters you. It would rather be a shame if it got damaged..." He teases, hands now playing with her laces.

[withoutswords]

"Mm." She hums her approval of his actions, tilting her head so he can reach some of the more sensitive areas of her neck. "Although...you do not have to remove it...skirts have an advantage in that respect."

[theywhowait]

"Also true." He agrees, and having devoted plenty of time to one side, obligingly switches to the other.

"But you do rather have a lot of skirt, on this dress." If only because he likes watching the cloth swirl teasingly around her ankles, and she knows it.