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[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.

[withoutswords]

"I could not ride in it otherwise!" She laughs, though it's interrupted by a gasp as he explores the other side of her neck, near the shoulder. It is one of her favorites, as the wide skirts make it excellent both for riding and for enticing her husband. "But if you do wish me to remove it, you will have to let me up." She cards her fingers through his hair as he drops sweet, teasing kisses on her skin. "Sooner or later."

[theywhowait]

"Also very true." He agrees with a soft laugh, nibbling on an ear.

"Alas for the need to divest ourselves of clothes!" He could keep going, of course, but it really IS one of his favourite skirts on her, and to tear things simply for passion is wasteful. So he sighs mock begrudgingly and sits up, helping her up himself.

"Although it does allow me the privilege of seeing what is denied to others!"

[withoutswords]

He could work around the skirts, hike them up around her waist, and there is a thrill to that. But that would deny him full access to her chest, which would be a pity. And they are quite full skirts.

So she lets him help her up, smiling as he reaches for her laces, helping him to undo them. "It does." She leans forward to kiss him, which hinders the unlacing process somewhat. She chuckles against his mouth, remembering. "So do you mean to wed me, Man of Gondor, as the First Elves did, under the sky in Eru's name?"

[theywhowait]

"Eowyn!" He mock grumbles as she kisses him. "If you keep distracting me I will never get these laces undone." He hums, pleased, as he manages.

That makes him laugh, kissing her soundly.

"If it pleases my lady, I do." He smiles at her, eyes bright in memory. "Although I believe you had the better of me, that time!"

[withoutswords]

Entirely unrepentant, she continues to kiss him, laughter vibrating through her as she does, as she tries to tug his shirt over his arms. A task made difficult by his determination to not be distracted from undoing her laces.

Her smile back at him is just as bright and fond, for it is a memory they both cherish. "Only at first, beloved. You soon had your revenge, as I recall!"

[theywhowait]

They are both trying to undress the other at once, which really does make for hilarious giggling and tugging as they try and distract each other. Once he's gotten at least one of her laces untied, he's more keen on allowing her to get at his shirt in turn, although he's kissing her and trying to distract her the whole time.

"I did my best, indeed!"

[withoutswords]

He distracts her most successfully with hands and mouth, and above all with laughter. Their lives are joyous these days, but still they have not many chances for play such as this, save for when they are alone with each other. It is not merely the act to come nor the deep love underwriting it which fills her with delight, but the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Eowyn is not a ridiculous woman, and would not have known how to appreciate it before. Many and varied are the gifts her husband has given her, in their marriage, and this not the least of them.

"You always do," she agrees affectionately, pausing in her efforts for a moment as his mouth lands somewhere near her ear. She does finally succeed in getting his shirt off, at least, and then it's a matter of both of them attempting to pull the voluminous dress over her head. Likely it would be easier if only one of them made the attempt--but it would also be less fun.

She is breathless with laughing by the time they manage it, clad now only in her shift and stockings. She smiles broadly at her husband, getting to her knees and climbing to settle herself in his lap, caressing his face and neck. "So I trust you will also do your best now, my lord."

[theywhowait]

Faramir has lived a life sworn to blade and bow, but if pressed, he might have admitted that he dreamed of days like this, with the woman he loves laughing in his arms, and the world at rights around them. Here, with Eowyn, he has everything he ever truly wanted.

He laughs softly as she finally settles in his lap, looking up at her as his hands come to rest on her hips, smiling up at her.

"High standards who hold me to! Far be it from me to prove a disapointment, on this occasion either!" He grins and cannot resist the teasing tickle up her sides, even as he presses kisses to her breasts, so kindly brought within easy reach now.

auuughhh wish I could hug him. What a sweetheart.

[withoutswords]

"You are never a disappointment to me, my heart." Her hand moves to tangle in his hair, and her eyes are filled with deep affection as she watches him. She squirms away from those tickling, teasing fingers, chuckling, then shivers as he kisses her chest. "On the contrary, you are all my delight and all I desire. Now and always."