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[questionablewit]

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[withoutswords]

"It was you who chose to wed a wild barbarian from the North." She nibbles lightly at his ear, shifting her weight as he holds her. "You could have chosen some less exacting wife."

[theywhowait]

"But I would not have anywhere near as much fun, if so."

He reasons, head tilting as she nibbles, one hand moving enough to teasingly pinch the bottom she has so kindly put in easy reach.

Is he wearing anything, btw? She's just got a shift on, nothing else.

[withoutswords]

She chuckles her agreement, her mouth more pleasantly occupied than with words. Her kisses and grazing of teeth are interrupted by a slight mmph! when he pinches her, and she pulls back to look at him with reproach, eyebrow raised. Her long hair is damp, and clings to her face and shoulders, and her skin is flushed from sunshine and exercise--and other things.

he's got pants XD that's about it

[theywhowait]

He chuckles at the indignation of that look and the pinch turns into a gentle caress.

"Oops." he says, and sounds thoroughly unrepentant.

Not for long, he doesn't.

[withoutswords]

"'Oops'?" she repeats, eyebrow raised. Clearly this is not considered a sufficient response. Though it is equally clear she is not truly annoyed, given how her eyes shine.

Lol

[theywhowait]

He grins at her.

"My hand slipped?"

[withoutswords]

Her mouth twitches a little as she holds back laughter, more at the grin than the excuse. There being more than one way to extract vengeance, she leans close, her face a little above his--and reaches behind him to run her nails up his spine. Not hard enough to mark him, but definitely hard enough to be felt.

[theywhowait]

He gasps as she does.

"Cheat!" He accuses, kissing her.

[withoutswords]

The kiss is thorough and occupies her for a minute. "Did you not begin it?" she asks, more than a little breathless.

[theywhowait]

"Perhaps I did." He agrees, smiling as he pulls back a little.

"But you continued it, yes?"

[withoutswords]

"I did," she confirms, her eyes twinkling. "As you must have known I would, for when have I ever refused thee?"

Never, they both know, so she kisses him again, wrapping her legs around him more firmly.

[theywhowait]

"I did" He admits shamelessly. "For my lady is almost the most indulging."

He kisses her back, pulling her flush against him. "So shall we play a little, my wife?"

[withoutswords]

She laughs a little, though the sound is immediately turned into a gasp as he grips her. The hard press of his arousal is just where she wants it, with only a thin layer of cloth between them. "Oh--yes--" she manages, kissing him passionately. "We are on holiday, are we not? Playing seems...almost a requirement." Her hands slide over his back and shoulders, slippery from the water.

[theywhowait]

He shivers a little under her knowing hands, grinning up at her.

"True. And we would not wish to waste our time. Although I cannot quite reach the laces of my pants, at the moment..."

[withoutswords]

She smirks a little as she continues trailing her hands over his skin, her nails lightly biting into his neck as they move up into his hair. "Do you wish me then to move?" She does, grinding against him, which is undoubtedly not what he meant.

[theywhowait]

He gasps, neck tilting for her.

"Uh." He manages breath stolen.

[withoutswords]

She smiles and bends down, nibbling delicately at the top of his ear as the fingers of one hand press as his shoulders. Her other hand slips between them, sliding down his chest between their bodies before reaching further down into his trousers, cupping him and pulling gently.

[theywhowait]

He groans, head falling forward onto her shoulder.

"You are a terrible tease, wife." He gasps.

[withoutswords]

"You wished to play." Her voice is low and sultry in his ear, and she kisses the lobe again, then flicks her tongue in as she carefully moves her hand around him.

[theywhowait]

He groans, shivering under her knowing hands.

"So I did. But I'm going to drop you, at this rate!"

[withoutswords]

Éowyn chuckles knowingly. "Should I then stop?"

[theywhowait]

He nips at her teasingly.

"No. But perhaps we should move to a more... useful location?"

[withoutswords]

"The water has its uses." She shivers at that sharp press of teeth, and shivers again at the awareness of how the cool later teases at their heated skin. "If you moved a little deeper, I could do all, while you simply stand here and hold me."

[theywhowait]

"You raise an interesting solution." He says mock seriously, the effect rather spoilt by the way he keeps nibbling at her neck.

"I wonder how deep we should go?"

[withoutswords]

"Chest-high, perhaps?" Her breath catches--she loves when he uses his teeth, the contrast of gentleness and sharpness. "Or a little more. Enough for the water to support me."