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[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.

[theywhowait]

Faramir is equally reluctant, but neither want to catch a chill, so he steps away to his own things to dress quickly, a fresh pair of pants and a linen shirt, although he doesn't bother with more than that.

"Here my love, why don't we see what picnic has been packed for us?"

[withoutswords]

They do, and eat well; now that the worst of her morning sickness has passed (she hopes), Eowyn has been eating much more than is her usual wont, a thing she would find disconcerting if the reason why were not so obvious. So far she has had none of the strange food cravings some have warned her to expect, and most glad she is of it. Though there is time yet.

An hour's passing finds her lying with her head on her husband's thigh while he strokes at her hair, which has mostly dried in the afternoon heat. Her hand lies idly on her swelling belly, and her eyes are closed against the sunlight beaming down on them both.

[theywhowait]

He braids her hair with absent fingers, drowsing in the sun with her warm in his lap

"This is our reward." He muses idly. "For all those years of toil and struggle. And such a reward! To be able to lie here with you, without a care."

[withoutswords]

She smiles, her eyes still closed. "Then you are content?"

[theywhowait]

"Very." He assures her, dropping his head to kiss her forehead. "Such peace as this I never thought to know."

[withoutswords]

"I am glad." She opens her eyes, reaching up to touch his face. "I remember the first time I saw you--so stern and noble, and with such grief in your eyes! Even shadowed as I was, I saw it and was sorry for it." Her smile is tender and loving as she looks at him. "I am most glad to have seen it lifted from you, and honored to be part of the reason for its disappearance."

[theywhowait]

"As I saw it also in you." He leans into her hand fondly, turns to kiss it.

"Like a flower, frozen by the frost, I thought, bloomed too early and caught unawares, but lovely still, with life yet to give."

[withoutswords]

She has heard such words before, spoken by a more forked tongue, but they no longer have any power to hurt her. Particularly not from this source. His mouth lips are warm against her palm, and she smiles still. "Is that why you spoke so of flowers and maidens, so suddenly? You took me by surprise!"