Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post

[questionablewit]

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I can't be jealous, it's an OTP. =)

[withoutswords]

"I think--" She gasps, then whimpers, still circling her hips against him as they find a rhythm. "Oh...you are biased."

*exactly*

[theywhowait]

His grin only broadens, his eyes bright with love and affection.

"Perhaps I am. But really, my wife, if you could see how you look at the moment, I rather think you would agree with me."

It brings him such joy to see her this way, to bring her such pleasure, falling easily into the rhythm of her movement.

I love them so.

[withoutswords]

She cannot retort, for she is too distracted, and merely grips at his head and shoulders as he continues to build a fire within her, as it grows in her belly up to her breastbone.

But this is not the position she wants, not this time, so with a groan of frustration she lifts herself up off his hand, off his lap. Instead she lies on her back on the cloak, pulling him down with her and embracing him, kissing him with fervent need.

me toooo

[theywhowait]

He smiles against her lips as she demandingly changes position.

"Were my fingers not pleasing enough for you?" He teases.

That would be why we keep doing this, yes! ;)

[withoutswords]

"They were...acceptable," she manages, teasing him in return. She pushes on his shoulders, urging him down her body. "But I believe you might do better, my silver-tongued husband."

XD XD XD <3

[theywhowait]

"Oh, I see we are going for variety today."

He laughs, and obligingly kisses his way down, pausing to press teasing kisses up the inside of her legs, never quite getting to where she wants him.

<3

[withoutswords]

"Tease--" She gasps, her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull him towards where he knows perfectly well she wants him to be.

[theywhowait]

He only laughs, taking his time, until finally, finally, he presses in and licks at her.

"I see you are impatient this day!"

[withoutswords]

"Impatient--!" Her protest is cut off by a gasp as he finally continues where he left off earlier, but with tongue instead of hands. It is so intense she can barely speak, but Eowyn is stubborn. "After how you teased me--!"

But she cannot speak more, instead panting for breath, moving against his clever mouth and almost whimpering.

[theywhowait]

His laugh is pressed against her, the vibrations pressed into her.

"Isn't that what my lady requested?" He teases, teeth just lightly pressed against her.

[withoutswords]

She makes a growl of protest, but a coherent argument is beyond her, with his mouth just there and the vibrations of his laughter making it all the more intense. Her hands clench hard onto the blanket on which they lie.

[theywhowait]

In the early days, this sort of thing was accomplished with much fumbling on everyone's parts. But Faramir has had plenty of time to learn what she likes, by now, and enjoys putting all of it to use, teeth and tongue, drawing her as high as he can before he lets the wave crest and break.

[withoutswords]

Eowyn does nothing by halves, and that is as true with this as in all other things. She gives herself wholly to the moment, her hips rolling against his tongue, making innumerable gasps and whimpers. She is not quiet during lovemaking unless there is need--and here, with no one present to hear them, she does not hold back. When the tide of rapture rolls over her she cries out, her back arching as she gasps for breath.

[theywhowait]

As she arches he anchors her, holding her hips and gentling his ministrations, lapping at her through her moment.

[withoutswords]

Eventually she shudders and stills, flushed and breathing hard. After a few minutes of that she reaches for him, to pull him up into a close embrace.

[theywhowait]

He comes willingly, curling close to kiss her softly now, the taste of her still on his lips.

"I trust my lady feels suitably ravished!"

[withoutswords]

She smiles at the taste of herself, faintly salt and something else she has no word for. "Not yet," she demures, twining herself around him. "For you have not yet taken your pleasure, and mine is not complete until you have shared it."

[theywhowait]

"Ah, how gracious is my lady indeed." He smiles and presses against her, so she can feel how ready he is, for he enjoys bringing her pleasure as much as anything else.

"Perhaps then I suppose we should not waste time?" He rolls them again, so that he is above her and can devote some time to kissing her thoroughly.

[withoutswords]

"No more than is my lord." She lifts her hips up against his, pressing against him suggestively, and reaches for the waistband of his trousers. "And you have ravished me well with your mouth, indeed, but I would have more of you. I would have all of you."

[theywhowait]

His laugh has gone breathless again.

"Well, with an invitation like that, how could I refuse?" He murmurs, voice rough with desire as he helps her with his pants.

"My Eowyn."

[withoutswords]

They use their feet to push the rest of his clothes off, in the end. Anything else would mean separating, and neither is willing. She kisses him fervently, hiking up her knees so she is ready and open for him.

[theywhowait]

"Ah Eowyn." He leans over her to kiss her, groaning softly as he enters her, still careful to make sure he doesn't go too fast.

[withoutswords]

She takes him in smoothly, with a pleased gasp, prepared by their morning's activity and by his own recent ministrations. "Oh, love," she murmurs, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him again, her body moving under his.

[theywhowait]

He has to stop and breathe for a moment, thoroughly caught up in her, and he meets her kisses eagerly, as they fall into their familiar rhythm together.

"Love you." He murmurs, as his movements grow erratic.

[withoutswords]

"I love you." She lifts her legs further up and wraps them around his waist, so she can take him in deeper, welcoming every thrust. "Oh, my Faramir, I love you."