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[freo]

Belatedly, Èowyn gives thanks to the fact the revelry outside their chambers still goes on as boisterously as before, hopefully masking any sounds that might carry through the door. Self-consciousness for being noisy in the throes of her pleasure is short-lived, though, in the wake of feeling so wonderful. She goes easily when Faramir pulls her down him with, sighing long and deep in replete satisfaction as she lays on top of him like a lazy cat, cheek resting against his shoulder so she can feel his heartbeat against her skin. The rush of euphoria dissipates slowly, leaving behind a wonderfully sated but sleepy feeling, and she closes her eyes to enjoy it.

His words are quiet, but she just about catches them, humming softly and smiling as he strokes her hair. "I love you even more," she whispers back, a slight, slurring edge of pleasant exhaustion to her voice; it has been a long but utterly amazing day.

[whattheydefend]

"That were impossible." He moves from stroking her hair to stroking her back, the heat of their bodies gradually cooling in the night air. The noise of celebration continues from outside, and their room is still lit with candles, which he should douse before they rest. But he too is sleepy, even drained, and not at all minded to move. Letting the candles gutter themselves out for once will do no harm, and if it is wasteful...well, it is their wedding night.

A thought that makes him smile yet again, and kiss her head, before catching the blankets at their feet with one of his legs and hitching it up until he can reach them with one hand and cover them both. Èowyn is a charming blanket, but does not quite cover him entirely on her own, much as he is enjoying having her resting on his chest.

He kisses her head again, purely because he can. "Shall we sleep for now?" Possibly they have no choice; he is not sure he can stay awake longer, though he would make the effort if she asked. He has certainly kept longer hours for worse reasons in his life.

[freo]

Éowyn chuckles softly, sighing in quiet contentment at the way he strokes her back. She suspects she isn't making Faramir's efforts to retrieve the blanket much easier, but she is simply too happily situated and content to move. Humming a little in agreement as the blanket settles warmly over their bodies, she lifts her head enough to press a fond kiss to his chest before resting her head back down, another happy sigh on her lips as she settles.

"Perhaps a little nap might do us well," she murmurs, already half-asleep herself and clearly not about to make any contrary demands out of him. Worn out by the day and their ardent lovemaking, she sinks into sleep in mere moments.

The next time she comes to, slowly fluttering her eyes open, she realizes she has not moved an inch since falling asleep lying mostly on top of Faramir. Most pleasant manner to awaken, she decides. The candles have long since burned out and the room filled with gentle light beginning to pour in from the window; barely dawn, she judges. It is finally silent, even the hardiest of Rohirrim subdued by the long celebration. A little nap, indeed!

Éowyn is in no hurry to rise and start the day, she is so comfortable where she lays. And in any case, she estimates they have a good couple of hours yet until they ought to break fast with the rest of the household and guests, as Rohan's wedding tradition dictates. She closes her eyes again with a small smile, not so much to sleep more but to enjoy this feeling of peace and contentment, one hand idly stroking his side.

[whattheydefend]

Faramir falls asleep not long after she does, lulled not only by his own warmth and utter contentment but by the sound of her quiet, even breathing. A sweeter rest he has never known.

Or a better awakening, when it comes. He has always been quick to wake in the morning, a necessary skill for a soldier. And while he has never woken in circumstances like this, he recognizes her smell even before he opens his eyes, remembers why he slept so well, knows who it is stroking his hip.

He notices too what she may not have realized yet: that certain other parts of his body are also very, very much awake. It is not uncommon to wake thus aroused, but this is the first time Faramir has ever had the possibility of taking advantage of the fact, and that idea rouses him even more quickly. He makes a small, pleased rumble of a noise, not unlike some great cat's purr, and wraps both his arms around her, stroking her back and sides in a way that is not at all idle.

[freo]

Éowyn is less practiced in such swift awakening, particularly when there is no pressing need for it, some sleep still lingering upon her and softening everything about her; from body to tone and expression. But even so, she picks up on the change in his breathing before all the other, more evident signs make it clear he's very much awake.

A soft, pleased hum escapes her in return as his hands begin to wander with purpose, and she stretches a little like a lazy cat roused from a nap; if perhaps she rubs against him in the process, well, it's surely just a happy accident. She certainly discovers his plight whilst doing so...

"Good morning, husband." She is still not over the enchantment of calling him that. Lifting her head from his shoulder, she peers at him with a loving, if still a bit sleepy, smile. "How did you sleep?"

[whattheydefend]

His breath catches audibly when she brushes against him, one of his hands skittering along her back in reaction. As a result his eyebrow is raised in something that would be admonishment if he didn't look so smug, when she peers at him. "Most well, my wife."

The smug expression turns into an outright suggestive grin as he bends his head forward and kisses her, sliding his tongue confidently into her mouth. "Although not as well as I have awakened..." he murmurs between kisses. His hands are definitely wandering with purpose now, caressing her hips and buttocks and what he can reach of her breasts, gently scraping nails down her spine.

[freo]

If she is not over calling him her husband, she also has not had enough of hearing him call her his wife-- she probably never would be. His lips cover hers and smother a smug smirk of her own; Éowyn can't help but chuckle into the kiss, though her sounds of amusement turn a little breathy at the way he touches her, a little quiver running through her body.

"Mm, you certainly seem in very good spirits this morning, yes," she murmurs back, pretending coyness, a trace of laughter in her low voice, her hands traversing his skin now with purpose of her own; stroking up his side and over his chest, fingertips brushing his nipple as she takes a moment to kiss him again, warmth building up within her and shaking off the last vestiges of sleep. Her teeth tug at his bottom lip gently before she teases, "One might wonder why..."

[whattheydefend]

"Sweet dreams, perhaps?" He rumbles approval as she explores him in return. He nips at her mouth, then flicks it with his tongue, teasing until she kisses him again.

His hands, however, do not tease; there is growing urgency in those caresses. He captures one of her hands and brings it down to cover the hard length of himself, pressing up into her palm with a low groan. "For there were...most pleasant dreams, that I recall."

[freo]

She sucks in a slow breath when he takes her hand and brings it to his erection, feigning shocked astonishment even as a grin spreads to her lips, a gleam of interest in her eyes. "Oh! So it would appear." There is no shyness or hesitation now in the way she rubs her hand against him, nimbly palming him up and down and smirking. "It seems I was right. I told you earlier perhaps it would be I who would have to keep up with you, rather than the opposite..."

[whattheydefend]

"I but try to challenge you, proud lady of Rohan." His eyes gleam at her, and his breathing is more ragged and quick with her hand so deftly holding him. "For I know how you dislike being idle."

It would be unfair for him not to return the favour, and he's more than willing to pull her closer, run quick hungry kisses along her jaw and neck, nipping at her ear. "Did you dream at all?"

[freo]

Éowyn laughs softly and with fond amusement at his response, grinning a little. "You are most selfless and considerate, my husband."

She is all too happy to be pulled closer, closing her eyes and tilting her head to grant him easy access to her skin, a quiet moan escaping her at his kisses and nips. "Alas, no-- I slept most soundly. You quite wore me out! But what need have I for dreams?" Sighing softly with pleasure, she nuzzles against him and murmurs, "When reality is so much better than anything I could ever dream of."

[whattheydefend]

"Are you so certain we wake?" He turns them onto their sides, which dislodges her hand but lets him throw his leg over hers, tangling them closer. That is a fair trade. It also gives him more leverage for kissing her earlobe, flicking his tongue into it, another kiss on the sensitive bit of scalp just behind. A chance to continue explorations he barely began last night. "For to me this seems the sweetest dream of all, and all too likely that I sleep still, and but imagine you. You--"

He kisses his way back down her neck, her collar, swiftly moves down the bed so he can capture her breasts in mouth and hands again. "You, here in my bed, in my arms--so much joy as this seems impossible for any mortal man, and therefore I must dream still."

[freo]

Fair, perhaps, but Éowyn still regrets the loss of him hard against her hand. He quickly gives her other things to think about, and she trembles against him; from his caresses and what he is saying both. Always, her own words feel so clumsy next to his, unable to achieve such level of eloquence to describe her feelings. She hardly holds that against him, nor is all too concerned of it-- she knows she more than makes up for it in action.

Her breath catches slightly when his mouth brushes lightly across her sensitive collar, another little shiver running through her. The intensity from the night before is still there now, but not so much the same urgency-- in the pale light of the dawning day, they seem content to take things a little slower; more indulgently, almost. Éowyn twists at the waist when his explorations drift further southward still, turning slightly on her back to give him better access to her chest while their legs remain tangled, closing her eyes for a moment and biting her lip on a low hum when he caresses her breasts.

"Is that--" Her breath hitches audibly with a tiny half-moan carried upon the noise when his lips tend to her nipple, pebble-hard under his careful ministrations. Shakily, she tries again, one hand settling on his shoulder and sliding up to the back of his neck. "Is that truly so difficult to believe? That we are here, finally-- together? For this... this feels quite wondrously real to me."

[whattheydefend]

Éowyn perhaps does not feel an urgency to the moment, but Faramir evidently does, given how his hands roam. There is appreciation in every gesture, and a wondrous new familiarity. He teases at her breasts, small kisses to her nipples, then open-mouthed suction, laving with his tongue. He makes a small, noncommittal noise in response, distracted by more pressing concerns.

He releases the one breast and kisses his way down between, pauses there to look up at her, his gaze heated and affectionate. "Then you must teach me to believe it." Another kiss to the other slope, and he tongues at the other nipple in its turn, his hand still stroking her hip. "And I will be the most attentive of students."

[freo]

She moans in open appreciation when he suckles her, arching her back and bucking her hips once, gently, in response to the warm wave of rapture that washes down her whole body, shuddering in the wake of it. Indeed, she seems more than content on letting him pleasure her like this for the time being, reaping the sweet rewards of his eagerness.

"I tried already with a very hands-on example, but alas, you foiled my attempt," she cracks with a grin and a downright giggle at the double entendre, tugging on his hair with another little noise of pleasure at her throat when he tongues her pebbled nipple so wonderfully diligently.

[whattheydefend]

Oh, he loves this, all of it, beyond even his expectations and imaginings. He chuckles in return at her wordplay, his lips vibrating against sensitive skin, then moves back up her body. "Forgive my interruption, sweet tutor!" He is laughing still as he kisses her again, wrapping himself around her, his cock trapped between them. He caresses her face, smiling broadly, his eyes shining with mirth and joy. "Do you wish to resume your lesson?"

[freo]

Éowyn welcomes him back in her arms as he makes his way back up her body, smiling against his lips as they kiss and letting blunt fingertips scrape gently up his back, inhaling a bit sharply when he presses up against her, hot and hard. She smiles still once the kiss breaks, though softer and with more affection rather than mirth now, turning her cheek into his touch as she gazes into his eyes.

"I shall forgive you this once," she promises magnanimously, a warm twinkle in her own eyes as she grins. "Had you asked a moment ago, I would have taken you up on that offer. But now..." She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue before adding brazenly, "I think I should rather have you inside me."

[whattheydefend]

His eyes flare with heat at her words, and he kisses her again as he rolls them back over so he is on top. This dance is becoming familiar already, instinctive, but he is still thrilled by it. He thinks he always will be.

He reaches between them, parts her, groans against her mouth at the feel of her against his fingers--soft, wet, and so, so hot and welcoming.

This time it's a long, slow kiss, his tongue sliding against hers as he slides himself inside her, careful and deep. He has to stop and gasp for breath when he's fully seated in her, resting on his forearms.

She feels wonderful, beyond wonderful, warmth surrounding him and her breath heated against his face, and her eyes...Faramir kisses her again as he starts to roll his hips against her, shallow movements at first, gradually pulling out more, thrusting back in deep. For all his impatience to begin, now that they have reached this point his movements are deliberate, steady. He tries circling his hips a little, varying the angle, seeing what makes her gasp. His hands rest near her head, fingers, toying absently with her hair and face as they move together.

[freo]

She kisses back, closing her eyes and sighing in enjoyment as he rolls them over. She loves this, loves being so thoroughly covered by him, already anticipating this; bound now to last longer than their first attempt, the previous night. She draws one knee up as he settles in to wrap it sinuously about his hips as if to keep him where he is, groaning lowly into the kiss as the slight shift in position allows him to slide deeper inside of her. She's panting softly once they part for breath, trembling at the feel of him buried deep within her, hard and throbbing. It's a struggle to keep her eyes open when he begins to move, loosing a soft little moan into the scant space between them when he thrusts slowly back in.

"Faramir..." she whispers, clinging to him as her body begins to instinctively move with his after a moment, albeit in smaller ways that complement his rather than try to wrest control from him. Her breathing grows a little heavier with each roll of his hips, eyes fluttering but never looking away from his as warm pleasure twists and coils deep in her abdomen and emanates outward through her whole body, leaving her quivering. This is amazing; deliberate and intense in a way that their coupling -- wonderful as it has all been -- has yet been. Again, he tests her, toys with her most exquisitely to learn her likes, ferreting out every secret her body has yet to relinquish and she is dying for more, his name a quiet prayer on her lips.

[whattheydefend]

Ready as he was, as he has been since waking, he is less desperate than he was either time they did this last night. He hums his approval as she wraps a leg around him, kisses her when she moans, closes his eyes blissfully when she says his name. He whispers hers with equal reverence and devotion as his breath quickens, as they find their stride together.

Remembering what worked well last night he shifts position, tilting her hips up a little to make space between them, and reaches down to find her clit, circling it just as deliberately as he is doing everything else. He leans up himself for that so he can see her reaction more clearly--all of it, not just her eyes. "Like this, love?" he murmurs.

[freo]

Éowyn cries out when he finds her clit, albeit softly, but she still bites down on her lip to quieten herself-- somehow it seems wrong in the light of the dawning day to be making noises like that, with no sounds of revelry to drown out such cries of pleasure. Humming, she nods her head emphatically and finally gives in, closing her eyes at the pleasure of it and shuddering. "Oh, yes-- like that," she breathes, panting softly and arching her back as he continues to rub that sweet spot that has stars dancing behind her eyelids, biting back another moan that still escapes; closer to a whimper, but still. The familiar, deep pink flush is starting to spread down her chest again, already staining her cheeks.

[whattheydefend]

His smile turns briefly smug at her reaction, as he watches her gradually lose herself in pleasure. His free hand still toys with her face, index finger caressing her temple, thumb resting lightly on her jaw. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs, feathering a kiss across her mouth between the breaths neither one of them can quite catch. The finger working between her legs quickens its pace, and his thrusts are now long, with a near complete withdrawl before he pushes back in. "Beautiful and passionate and perfect..."

The rest of his litany of compliments is broken off with a moan as muscles he cannot name squeeze around him, and he lowers his head against her shoulder. "Éowyn, love...Valar, yes..." His fingers are quick but the movements of his hips are still steady, drawing this sweet torture out as long as he may.

[freo]

"Faramir...!" She barely bites back a downright scream, overcome by the intense pleasure he's giving her with every pass of fingers; every deep, long thrust. Her back arches and her nails dig into his lower back, her head tipping back and digging into the pillow as her body squeezes and flutters around him, panting and shaking as he stokes the flames of her arousal higher and higher.

"Oh, my love, my love--" she chants breathlessly, crying out as his fingers keep up their merciless rubbing. "Please, yes..." She's only half-aware of her pleads and other impassioned words that fall from her lips as her hips buck against his, having arrived at the end of her rope. She has no presence of mind left to even think of muffling the cry of relief-soaked pleasure that escapes her next, when she finally reaches her peak and comes; seizing rhythmically around his cock, moaning and shuddering from head to toe as the warm waves of rapture wash through her.

[whattheydefend]

"Yes, yes, like that, Éowyn, yes--" He is no more aware of what he says than she is, and it does not matter. He hears all he needs to hear in her breath, the pitch of her cries, the final near-scream of a release that pulls him along after her. His last several thrusts are harder, more manic, and then he too cries aloud, wordless and shaking, his head thrown back as he spends himself fully inside her.

He all but collapses atop her, gasping for breath and sweating, still flushed dark red. He may have marks on his back from her nails, he realizes, and will welcome it if so. Wearily he lifts a hand and brushes hair from her face, kisses her cheek. It will take a few more minutes for words to return to him, and he is in no hurry to move, not with her arms around him and his head pillowed on her shoulder.

[freo]

Éowyn issues a softest cry of her own at the feel of his release, trembling in the wake of her own pleasure that his only adds to, stroking her hands up his back when he collapses; as out of breath as Faramir is. Smiling when he kisses her cheek, she wraps one arm around him and pets his hair with the other hand, enjoying this moment of absolute closeness. She turns her head and presses her lips lovingly against his forehead, content to let the silence stretch on as they both take a moment to recover.