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[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.