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[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.

[theywhowait]

"Well, I would need to rest in between..." He muses, but he notes the shivers, and he kisses her softly.

"But for now, I think we should both adjourn to the shore, and perhaps enjoy ourselves a meal."

[withoutswords]

"That would probably be wise," she agrees, a little reluctantly. She is growing cold, but it is a pity to need to untangle herself from him. Her expression as she does so is a little rueful. "That was not the exercise I had intended to have before lunch, though I cannot complain about the results."

[theywhowait]

He chuckles, a little sleepy, as he often is.

"Indeed not! But far more pleasurable, I think." He turns to follow her back into shore.

"But the weather is good today - we can swim after lunch, if you still want to."

[withoutswords]

She shivers more once she is in the water and away from the warmth of his body. "Or a little now. Just back to shore." The best way to fight that chill is movement, so she sinks in further--it was up to her chest already, deep enough that it is worth swimming a little rather than wading through. Eowyn is not much of a swimmer, and in fact the whole purpose of this exercise was originally for Faramir to give her a lesson.

But the lesson is postponed, and her own somewhat uneven attempts at least move her along without splashing too much. Once she is in shallower waters she stands and all but runs back to their things, reaching for a towel and covering herself in it.

[theywhowait]

He stays beside her, although the water is shallow enough that she should not get into difficultly, stroking slowly so that she can copy his movements, at the least.

He snatches a towel of his own before wrapping his arms around her and chafing her arms.

"Ai! The water was warm but now we are both chilled."

[withoutswords]

She has no fear of drowning, not in water she may stand in, but Faramir's presence is always a comfort. The more so when they are both on shore and he pulls her in, trying to warm her skin. Her shivers grow less. "It was worth it," she says stubbornly. "And the day is warm, so soon we shall be also."

[theywhowait]

"True enough!"

He smiles as she slowly stops shivering.

"But that is no reason for either of us to catch a chill, I suppose, so as enjoyable as I find the sight, I suppose we should both get dressed again."

[withoutswords]

She sighs her regret, for she had earlier liked the idea of drying in the sun-warmed air--and perhaps doing some other things while this unclad. But she is colder than she expected to be, and there is the babe to consider. "We should," she agrees, then smiles. "And it is no matter to put clothes on once more, for we may always take them off again if we wish. Though it is well that the climate here is so much kinder than in the Mark!"

Bathing outdoors happens in the Riddermark, but it's much, much less pleasant, except in the heat of summer.

[theywhowait]

"This is true!" Faramir chuckles.

"Although I must confess a great fondness for the wind through the plains in our hot summers!"

[withoutswords]

"Ah, we will make a Rider of you yet, my husband." She smiles at him, stealing a kiss as he is so near.

[theywhowait]

He kisses her back, smiling.

"Ah, I blame my extremely convincing teacher!"

[withoutswords]

Another kiss, and she reluctantly releases him. She strips off her drenched, now entirely useless shift--it will dry hard as a board if she is not careful--and finds her dress, pulling it on before she begins shivering too much again. They only brought simple clothing, the colors and cuts common and uncomplicated, though the material perhaps better quality. For the moment they are not Prince and Lady, but only Faramir and Éowyn, and for all her pride she is enjoying it.