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[freo]

Faramir draws another noise from her when he latches onto that particular spot, a low moan that tapers off into a sigh as he trails his mouth down her shoulder, nipping and kissing. A husky chuckle is all she gives in return at his response, already parting her lips for a quip-- when he suddenly pulls away and asks her that.

Éowyn blinks up at him, taken aback by the unexpected request for a brief moment. Then she smiles, even if quizzically; torn between curiosity and uncertainty. "Dare I ask why?" she teases, but does not resist his aiding hand, rolling slowly first onto her side and from there to lay on her stomach, elbows and forearms braced against the bedding to prop her upper-half up. Her hair tumbles freely down her back as she glances at Faramir over her shoulder, arching a playful and curious brow.

[whattheydefend]

He leans up on one arm next to her, trailing his hand down her back in broad strokes, then pressing his fingers along her neck, massaging the muscles there. "Just exploring." He smiles. "I was so enjoying how you played with my back, it occurred to me I had not yet paid much attention to yours."

And he does still need some time to recover enough for more pronounced activity, and may as well make use of the time with something pleasant. Though exploring Éowyn's body is more than worthwhile in its own right.

[freo]

"Oh?" Smiling, Éowyn sighs a little at the warm pass of his hand down her back, calloused and strong-- she had not expected this to feel so lovely, her back arching just a hint under the caress. "Far be it from me to stop you, then..." A low hum of enjoyment resounds from her throat as his fingers press into her neck and knead gently, her head dropping forward with a soft moan at the sensation.

[whattheydefend]

She reminds him of a cat, purring and arching into his touches, and Faramir smiles. He pauses long enough to sit, crosslegged beside her, and leans over so he may use both hands on her shoulders at once, kneading and stroking her skin, calloused thumbs pressing wherever he feels even the slightest knot of tension. There are not many just at present, but he enjoys hunting for them all the same.

And if this activity is more languid than heated, still it is extremely pleasing and intimate, and he delights in it. "How is that?" he murmurs quietly, not wishing to startle her out of comfort.

[freo]

She sighs deep and long in enjoyment once he gets to work, folding her arms over the pillows and resting her cheek on top of her hands. Her eyes slip shut on their own, humming a little as he kneads away at her shoulders until she feels boneless and pliant in the most satisfying manner. Well, second most, perhaps-- the bliss following their lovemaking ranks higher still than this.

"Mmm," she moans softly at the question, a lazy edge to her words when she answers after another moment with emphasis, "Divine. How did you get so clever with your hands? Truly, I must be the most fortunate woman in the world..." And perhaps there is a tiny, sly tint in her voice somewhere, too; he has already aptly demonstrated in other ways just how clever his hands are.

[whattheydefend]

He laughs, well pleased by her reaction. "This is but a matter of knowing my own strength. That, and a growing familiarity with the subject."

Once her shoulders are loose he moves down, hands pressing gently but firmly down her back, to either side of the spine. "And I did say before, it is surely a husband's duty to ensure his wife is well pleased with him..." He laughs again, and bends over her back, placing a kiss between her shoulderblades.

[freo]

Éowyn hums in pleasure anew when his hands move down her back now; if possible going even more limp and relaxed under his touch, the noise morphing into a soft groan as his fingers press alongside her spine, releasing tension she didn't even know was there.

"Well, you may be assured that I am exceedingly pleased with you," she laughs quietly, smiling at the kiss he drops to her skin. Grinning, she adds teasingly, "So far, at least."

[whattheydefend]

"So I must continue to prove myself to you?"

From the amusement in his voice, he is not much daunted by the idea. His hands continue their progress down her back, and he leans over to kiss her in the small of her back, the slight inward curve near the base of her spine. This time his mouth lingers, and he flicks his tongue lightly against her skin.

[freo]

She laughs softly, warmly, traces of fond mirth clinging to her tone as she teases, "Certainly. You did not think that duty ended along with the wedding night?"

A short, sharp intake of breath follows and steals further words when his lips suddenly press against the base of her spine, her hips pressing into the bedding and a shiver rippling along her skin at the flick of his tongue. Oh. That... how such a small thing can feel so compelling is quite beyond her, but she definitely is not complaining-- the opposite, really.

[whattheydefend]

"No, I did not." The words are murmured against her skin, as he kisses and licks his way up her spine. "On the contrary, I intend to spend as much time as I may proving myself to you. For the rest of our lives."

[freo]

She hums lowly in enjoyment, muscles tightening a little under the press of his lips and skin rippling as he slowly moves up her spine. "I do believe I like the sound of that," she says with a chuckle, grinning widely. "I hope that shall be a very long time."

how the heck did I lose this?!?

[whattheydefend]

"Mmm...as do I." Another kiss, and another...he can feel the way she trembles under his mouth, and it brings yet another smile to his face.

Back up to her neck, where once again he brings his teeth into play, moving her beautiful hair aside so he may nibble his way across delicate skin, then over her shoulders...much less delicate, soft but muscled, but still susceptible to lips and teeth. "And I too am well content with my wedding night. I have but one regret."

it happens, no worries!

[freo]

A soft, humming sigh of enjoyment escapes her on a long exhale at the way he scatters kisses across her fair skin, shivering a little as her hair tickles her back when he moves the weight of it aside carefully-- and perhaps the nibble of his teeth play a part in that, too. She allows herself to sink into the wondrous sensation, closing her eyes and enjoying this unhurried exploration he is conducting.

But then... regret? Éowyn arches a brow, tilting her head and opening her eyes to catch a glimpse of Faramir over her shoulder, out of the corner of her eye. Another tease and a quip, surely, but now she is curious. "And what might that be?"

<3

[whattheydefend]

His face is near hers, as she may clearly see the amused glint in his eyes. "That I still have not yet tasted any of those honeycakes, save for a few crumbs. Think you that your Helga be merciful to a poor thief who was unable to enjoy the bounty of his larceny, and bake more?"

In truth there may well be some left, but he is so very pleasantly occupied here.

[freo]

"Whose fault is that?" she asks him playfully through a bright laugh of amusement and affection, grinning. "I seem to recall offering you just one such cake, but you seemed... preoccupied." Like she doesn't recall exactly how preoccupied they both were at the time.

[whattheydefend]

"And whose fault was my preoccupation?" he returns, grinning back at her, unabashed. He bends to take a small kiss--small is all that can be managed from this angle, with her craning back to look at him.

That accomplished he sits up once more, returning his attentions to her shoulders, strong fingers rubbing out any knots he finds. "I daresay it is a regret I can live with. However delicious they would have been, the treat I did have was the sweeter of the two."

[freo]

"Surely you don't mean to blame me," she affects coyness, the charade ruined immediately by the grin that plays about her lips even through the brief kiss he bestows upon them. With a small laugh, she relaxes back into his touch, sighing through her nose.

"First you accuse me, then you flatter me. How fickle of you, my dear husband."

[whattheydefend]

"I neither accuse nor flatter," he retorts, finishing his attentions to her shoulders and moving his hands up into her scalp. How he loves her hair! To his eyes it shines like elven-gold, bright enough to rival even the famed woods of Lothlorien. Though he acknowledges he may be a little biased.

Even so he cards his fingers through it, stroking the length of it and spreading it out on her back, then moves to massage her scalp. "I speak only truth, as you know. And for me, the truth is that you are entirely--" He traces the whorl of her left ear with one finger, teasing the delicate skin. "--delectably--" This time the right ear, and he shifts his weight so he lies alongside her once more, bending over her as he whispers, "--delicious." Carefully he kisses her ear, nibbling a little at the lobe.