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[withoutswords]

"Are you not...too busy for walking?" she manages, much distracted by the scrape of teeth on her neck. She clutches at his shoulders, and it has little to do with the water gradually rising to her waist. Sweet Vana, she loves his mouth..."You certainly seem...occupied..."

[theywhowait]

"Not... in the slightest."

He assures her, nibbling and kissing his way down her neck as he goes.

[withoutswords]

His attentions are not without consequences. Her legs are still wrapped around him, pressing them most intimately together, and it is impossible for her to not react to that, not when she wants to fiercely and he is stoking the flames of her desire. Her fingers knead at the tendons in his neck, and she gasps.

"Faramir--" One hand finds his face, pulls it back up to hers for a heated, demanding kiss. They may or may not be deep enough. She does not really care. He is more than strong enough to hold her without the water's assistance, if needed.

[theywhowait]

His chuckle at her distraction is stolen in the kiss.

"Yes, beloved?"

[withoutswords]

She growls with mixed amusement and frustration at this, for he knows perfectly well what she wants: himself, in his entirety.

But a shieldmaiden is both adaptable and stubborn. This time when she reaches down it is for the waistband of his pants. There is enough water surrounding them that she can loosen her legs' grip without risking a fall, and it is possible--if awkward--to shove his clothing down, with her hand and both feet pushing it out of the way. Not far. But far enough.

This time when she presses herself against him and takes another kiss they are wholly skin on skin, which is much better. She bites at his lip. "If you are quite finished teasing--?"

[theywhowait]

Of course he does, and he chuckles at her frustration, only to groan as she presses against him. He's already hard, and he kisses back fervently.

"My lady makes a very convincing argument to stop!" He gasps.

[withoutswords]

Eowyn's smile against his mouth is made of satisfied determination. Her hands splay on his face for a moment--he is holding her tightly enough now that she may move as she wills--and she kisses him again, just as fervent. "I could be--yet more perusasive--" Heated words between heated kisses, and she rolls her hips against his, then hitches herself up a little, enough that he falls into position at her entrance. She presses down just enough to suggest what could follow. One of them will need to guide him in, with this cold water surrounding them, but she stays poised above him, breaking their kiss and looking down at him with a fierce look that dares--demands--he continue.

[theywhowait]

He groans, at that, head falling back and hips jerking instinctively.

"Well, the argument is most sound." He gasps, and obligingly reaches down to do just that.

[withoutswords]

She breathes harder as he enters her, as she pushes herself down on him. There is more friction than usual, it's a bit more difficult, but still so welcome...he fills her and she encloses him. Eowyn wraps her arms around her husband's shoulders, burying her face against his cheek as she adjusts to him. She shivers a little in his hold, part the coolness of the water, part anticipation.

Then she moves her hips. Not much, for not much is needed; everything is so sensitive that even small motions have an effect. The water caresses their skin everywhere, both of them.

[theywhowait]

"Oh Eowyn." He groans, resting his head against hers and just breathing.

"Every time, beloved. You feel so good."

He can't really move much, himself, having to support her. But it doesn't stop the way his hips jerk and shift, or the tremble in his arms.

[withoutswords]

"As do you." She shifts herself in his hold, so she is a little above him, to give herself the most leverage, but rests her forehead on his. "Oh my love, you feel..." She pulls herself up and then pushes back down, a long and slow, controlled motion, and bites her lip as she repeats it. The control is largely hers, in this; he could grip her hips to hold her in place and just fuck her soundly, and the idea has great appeal...perhaps in a little while...but for now having the upper hand thrills her, and she kisses him again as she moves in the water, as they find a slow rhythm together.

[theywhowait]

"Beautiful." He whispers as he kisses.

"Oh, oh Eowyn..."

He lets her set the pace for them both, loosing himself in the rhythm of each other.

[withoutswords]

She is beautiful, he is, they are, this is. Her tongue darts against his as she moves, their mouths separating and rejoining as she raises and lowers herself on him. It takes more effort in this position, even with him holding her, his hands supporting her wait. Her thighs grip his waist, and they are strong, but the water is slippery...their bodies slide against each other, contrasts of heat and coolness flooding her senses. "--love you--" The words are lost in his mouth, but it does not matter. He knows.

[theywhowait]

"Oh Eowyn!" He holds her, supports her, groans into her neck as she moves, as he feels the pressure build.

[withoutswords]

She must be slower than she wishes, given the impediment of the water, which waves and splashes around their bodies. Even so she is able to pick up speed, to take him a little harder. His hands are occupied, so she reaches between them herself, finds her clit and fingers it as she thrusts on him. At once her cries go up in pitch.

But she needs something more, something..."--teeth," she manages, gritting her own. "On my neck." Her neck has always been one of her most sensitive areas, the most easily aroused, especially by Faramir's mouth, whether he kisses or bites. She can feel his breath there, teasing her, but she wants wants more.

[theywhowait]

They have learnt to be with each other in all sorts of different ways and positions, and this one is new, but no less delightful, for all that the build up is slower.

Faramir is already busy kissing up and down her neck, and at her demand he presses a laugh to her skin before biting, nibbling a love bite just above where her dress will cover it later.

"As you command!"

[withoutswords]

She cries out, her head falling back a little, long hair trailing in the water and spreading around them. "Harder." She does not care if he leaves marks. They have days left of their holiday, time for any such signs to heal, and even if they do not, she does not care. Let all see how her husband loves her. That thought excites her, and she moves harder, tries to take him in deeper, for pressure is building and beginning to demand release.

[theywhowait]

He doesn't bother to answer with words, eager as always to please her, biting a trail of lovebites up her neck, his own hips starting to jerk out of his control.

[withoutswords]

"Ai, yes--" She gasps every time he bites her, the pain a sharpness that thrills through her and makes her toes curl. She can feel his need matching her own, the way their rhythm becomes unsteady, and tries to keep ahold of it. But oh, his mouth, and the water, and her own fingers with their quick flickering movements, and the way they are joined together...

She gasps and tenses in his embrace as she cries silently up at the sky, her body trembling against his as a wave of ecstacy rushes through her.

[theywhowait]

He bites, suckling a trail of roses around her neck, enjoying her gasps and pleas. As she convulses and her walls grip him, he buries his face in her shoulder with a shout, following her over the edge.

"Oh Eowyn." He gasps for breath. "How you undo me, every time."

[withoutswords]

Eowyn too gasps for breath, fallen forward onto him, her head resting alongside his and her arms twined around his shoulders. "How you complete me, every time." They sink a little lower in the water, its buoyancy to their advantage now that they are both drained. "Never do I tire of this, or of you."

[theywhowait]

He shifts so that they are both floating, letting the water cradle them for a change.

"Nor I! I am so glad I suggested this holiday."

It was Eowyn's idea first.

[withoutswords]

"Mm." She might protest it being his suggestion, but she is too sated and pleased just at present, and more interested in holding him and stroking his back. "It is a pity we are unlikely to have another such opportunity."

Once the babe is born, she does not add. There are so many things they plan or say lately that end with ...once the babe is born. That event is never far from her thoughts, even now.

[theywhowait]

"Mm." He echoes her back tired and kisses her gently. "Well, there's still tomorrow... and the day after that..."

And then they will have to return, but they do have a few more days here, at the least.

[withoutswords]

Éowyn chuckles low in her throat. "And do you still propose we spend them doing nothing but pleasuring each other? We had better leave the lake if so, or we may drown in the attempt."

And truthfully, now that the heat of their exertion is wearing off, she is beginning to shiver a little. Goosebumps begin to rise on her skin.