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[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.

[whattheydefend]

The moment stretches into minutes as they lie entangled, warm and intimate. Faramir listens to the rhythm of her breathing and is entirely content, fulfilled in a way he has never known.

Eventually he sighs, turns his head a little and kisses her shoulder and lifts his head up a little to look at her. "Am I too heavy for you?"

[freo]

Éowyn smiles fondly up at Faramir and shakes her head at the question, sliding a hand up to the back of his neck and tugging gently to draw him into a soft, slow kiss. She sighs against his lips as the kiss winds down, happy and wistful both. "I wish we could ignore everything else and just stay in bed for the rest of the day," she murmurs with a small smile.

[whattheydefend]

"We could." His expression is open, filled with an infinite tenderness as he looks at her, thumb caressing her cheek. "Call for breakfast to be brought and just stay here. No one expects us to be thinking of anything but each other--which is fortunate, for I cannot." His smile quirks a little, amused and happy, and he kisses her again, then chuckles. "No doubt we would be relentlessly teased for it later, but that is likely inevitable regardless."

[freo]

Éowyn's smile deepens, eyes alight with affection as she mimics him, sliding her hand from his nape up the side of his neck to cup the side of his face, thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. She breathes a little laugh of her own after they kiss.

"I can promise you, under no circumstances will we escape the teasing. So much teasing." That is as certain as the setting and rising of the sun. So, really? They might as well. "You are a bad influence, my husband," she goes on in an infinitely fond tease, rubbing her nose against his. Pursing her lips slightly, she pretends coyness. "Whatever shall we do all day?"

[whattheydefend]

"Why, sleep, of course," he says, his expression deliberately innocent. "I do not know about you, but I seem to have not slept much this night. I cannot imagine why not."

And if she believes that to be his honest answer, it is belied by him sliding one hand down her side, stroking her bare skin.

[freo]

"How terrible for you," she commiserates, lips trembling as she battles a rampant grin, attempting to keep a straight face. A tremble of a different sort runs through her body at the slide of his palm down her side, warm and calloused and perfect. Licking her lips, she goes on, eyes warm with mirth, "In that case we should most definitely catch up on... sleep. After breakfast. I for one seem to have worked up an appetite, though I cannot imagine why."

[whattheydefend]

"Yes, it was most hard." His mouth does not even twitch as he utters that innuendo, though his eyes are laughing. "And as a result I too have a great appetite this morning." He does chuckle a little at that one, try as he might to withhold it.

But while wordplay is all very well, especially when combined with foreplay, there are other needs that should be attended to as well. With a sigh he lifts himself off of her, lying on the bed by her side. The sheets and blankets are all a tangle around them, so that it is more as though they lie in some great cloth nest rather than a bed. "Though I think we are yet too early for breakfast, to judge by the light. And I do not hear anyone stirring." His eyes twinkle again as he looks at her. "Should we raid the kitchens?"

[freo]

A tiny noise -- nearly a squeak -- escapes Éowyn as she struggles to hold back a peal of laughter at his double entendre by pressing her lips together hard, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. A small giggle lets loose anyway, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

She laughs without restraint at his suggestion, rolling onto her side and pushing herself up on her elbow; only to lean down and kiss him. "Bad influence," she accuses again in a fond murmur, smiling. "But I say we do just that." Pause, and she arches a brow with a smirk. "We should probably get dressed, first..."

[whattheydefend]

Her smile is sunlight, her laughter a bubbling stream...Faramir returns the kiss gladly, carding fingers through her hair, and briefly reconsidering the idea of leaving the bed at all. It is very comfortable here, and she is so very fair...

But his stomach rumbles, which seems to decide the matter. With a last, rueful kiss he pulls away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he sits up. "We probably should," he agrees. "For confident as I now am in my manly beauty--" He looks over his shoulder and grins at her, boyish. "--I have no wish to display it to all and sundry. Or to freeze."

[freo]

Éowyn is content to stay where she is for the moment, lying on her side propped up by her elbow, watching him while he sits up. She reaches out her free hand and trails a fingertip along a scar on his back, revealed to her for the first time; she'd gotten distracted in her quest earlier to kiss his scars. Clearly, she still has more work ahead of her... well, that would certainly be no hardship.

"I would not wish that, either. Your manly beauty is now reserved for my eyes only, my love," she quips with a little laugh, getting up on her knees on the bed behind him and dropping a kiss on his shoulder. "Shall we see whether or not you will have to don your ripped shirt..." she jests impishly, knowing full well the servants have supplied them with all the fresh clothes they could need upon preparing the room.