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[withoutswords]

He is lucky her quick temper is blunted by being so pleasantly drained. She knows he but teases, but all the same..."Well, if you would prefer not to partake of such activities as would get me with child..."

[theywhowait]

He kisses her for that.

"Hardly. I think we shall indeed struggle not to do so!"

[withoutswords]

That is more appealing, as is the kiss, which she returns most willingly. "Mm. Then it is fortunate that we are granted a few days of privacy as a wedding gift, and may enjoy them as we wish without such a struggle being required."

[theywhowait]

He nuzzles her fondly.

"That is so. And none can now complain if I hold your hands and kiss you in public."

[withoutswords]

She makes a low, pleased sound, like a purr. "Or they may complain, but we are free to ignore them. Are your rules about kissing in public now lifted, then? In truth I did not mind them, only our lack of other opportunities."

[theywhowait]

He kisses her softly.

"Oh, very lifted. Except possibly in the council chamber, as I don't really wish to break them!"

[withoutswords]

Those soft kisses occupy her for a time. Once they had to be stolen, but now she may indulge in them as fully as she wishes, and does. Impossible to imagine growing tired of them. "Mm...but for all that I strained at the bit before, my heart, I will now be content to wait until we are alone and I have your full attention." She strokes his face. "We may lie with each other every night. A few kisses in the council chamber pale in comparison."

It was always about the difficulty of finding an opportunity, before. She has no desire at all to perform to public scrutiny. If they may sate themselves in the private hours, that will be enough. Probably enough. Though those large, broad council tables would provide...certain opportunities...

Suddenly the tradition of giving a new-wedded couple a few days of privacy makes more sense to Eowyn. It is less a gift to the couple and more a protection from them. She laughs against his mouth, from sheer delight at the future spreading out before her, before them.

[theywhowait]

He smiles as she laughs, pulling back a little so that he can look at her, tracing her cheek with a fond hand.

"And what makes you laugh so, my wife? The thought of discombobulating our poor senators?"

[withoutswords]

"Nay. It is only this." She kisses him again, joyful and exuberant. Their bodies are still entangled, bare skin along bare skin in an easy, comfortable intimacy that delights her. She rolls them over, so she is on top, her long hair draped down her back and over her shoulder as she kisses him. "Knowing that we may do this..." More kisses, sweet and addictive, her lips pulling at his. "Whenever we wish, for as long as we may live..."

She leans up just a little, enough that they may see each other's faces more fully. "I am so full of joy that it spills over like an overfull wineglass. That is why I laugh thus."

[theywhowait]

He doesn't protest the roll, using his new position to run his hands up along her side and enjoy the ability to touch her as they please, kissing her back.

"It is a joy more deep than I have words to tell." He agrees, nuzzling at her.

"My wife! What a wonderful phrase to be able to say - my life, my joy, my heart, my Eowyn."

[withoutswords]

"My Faramir," she murmurs, caressing his face. "My husband, my love, my light, my own..."

There are more kisses, and still she cannot have enough of them, enough of this moment. His body is warm under hers, lean but strong, and now wonderfully familiar to her. Every part of him is hers, as every part of her is his, and she smiles to think it, even as she nuzzles at his nose with hers.

[theywhowait]

He's tired, but so happy he cannot rest, pressing butterfly kisses and running gentle hands along her side.

"My Eowyn, my beautiful, wonderful wife." He murmurs. "I know we should sleep, but I can scarce bare to close my eyes."

[withoutswords]

She laughs again and leans up until she is bending over him. Gently she kisses his face, light touches of her lips, against cheek and forehead, jaw and mouth, and then both his eyelids. "I too hate to sleep, and let this end," she murmurs between kisses. "Even if this night is but a beginning, I wish we could yet linger in it."

[theywhowait]

His eyes flutter closed as she reaches his eyelids, blink open to gaze up at her in open adoration, his hands smoothing gently along her sides.

"And yet, we will both have to be awake early in the morn." He agrees with her. "Although fortunately beyond breakfast I do not think we are needed anywhere else."

[withoutswords]

"No one will blame us for being unable to think of anything save each other," she points out, her lips still curled into a smile against his skin. "It is expected of a new-bound couple."

More soft kisses, back down to his mouth, and then she sighs and rests her head on his chest once more. "And my brother and your king have granted us a few days' grace, to, as my brother put it, 'do your frolicking in private'. We do not even need to remain in Edoras, if we do not wish."

And the idea of a few days' worth of true privacy is even more tempting now than it was before, unlikely as that would have seemed.

[theywhowait]

"True." He wraps his arms around her as she rests against him.

"And that is a tempting thought! We could ride out... find someplace private?"

[withoutswords]

His body is warm, even hot, and Éowyn welcomes it. "Mm. There is the royal hunting lodge, perhaps, a day's ride from here."

Much better than a tent, considering how she intends to spend their time.

[theywhowait]

He plays with her hair, sleep temporarily banished.

"And nice and private?"

[withoutswords]

She makes a soft approving noise as he strokes her hair, for she deeply loves when he does so. "Unless we bring any with us. Which I am not minded to do."

She nuzzles her nose against his, kisses him once more, brings a hand up to caress his hair in turn. In truth while she is tired, she is not really sleepy. Sleep has little appeal compared to this, particularly after so much waiting.

[theywhowait]

"Oh good, for I am thinking I want plenty of time alone with you."

He smiles at her and nuzzles back.

"It's not so far as to bother people if we vanish, I assume?"

[withoutswords]

"I was not intending to vanish..." she murmurs, kissing his cheek, then his jaw. One of her hands strokes along the line of his arm. "Telling my brother, at least, would be prudent, that he may make certain we remain undisturbed. But no, it is not far. Half a day's ride, or a little more if we do not hurry ourselves."

And it is spring, and the plains of the Riddermark are blooming. A pleasant time for riding.

[theywhowait]

"Well not entirely, no." He agrees with a soft laugh. "And I am sure Aragorn would like to know if his steward wishes privacy. And have I not said that a ride with you beneath the sun is one of my greatest joys?"

[withoutswords]

"You have." She pauses briefly in her explorations to kiss his mouth, her tongue slipping in to touch lightly against his. "So let us take a few days to ourselves to be joyous, in all ways, before our duties claim us once more."

[theywhowait]

He kisses back, soft and sweet and lingering.

"I will enjoy that." He smiles at her. "Alas, I fear we will be terribly busy when we get back, so I will indulge as long as I may."

[withoutswords]

"I do not doubt we will find satisfaction in our work, so that will be well, when the time comes." Another kiss, this time less lingering, and she shifts her position where she lies atop him, from languid resting to straddling his hips, adjusting her weight according. It does not take her long to put this new leverage to use, as she kisses her way back along his jaw to his neck, up towards his ear. "But until then, I am minded to join you in indulgence..."

She bites lightly at his earlobe. Someone clearly does not have sleep on her mind. Not yet.