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[questionablewit]

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[withoutswords]

"Mm--I had not--" Difficult to answer with his mouth so urgent on hers. One of Eowyn's hopes for this night was that Faramir would set aside his usual restraint, and she is getting her wish. She gasps into their kiss, her body moving under his as heat kindles within her.

[theywhowait]

"Still want to wait, beloved?" He teases, pressing kisses along her jaw as he strokes her sides, drawing teasing circles on her hips.

[withoutswords]

"No...and yes..." Breathless words, for it is hard to remember speech with his lips on the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands tracing patterns on her skin. "I had meant...to explore you further, but..."

Her fingers press suddenly into his back, as he finds a particularly effect spot, and she moans. "Oh--you are most persuasive, I admit..."

[theywhowait]

He laughs, a little breathless, and very pleased.

"I am glad my lady thinks so! But of course, if I am pushing too fast, we could just... slow down?" He promptly slows his touches, maddeningly light.

[withoutswords]

Her breath hisses inwards with frustration at the sudden lack of pressure, though those tantalizing touches are still enough to make her shiver. "We could."

Her agreement is deceptive, it soon becomes obvious, for she leverages herself and rolls them back over. She leans over him enough for a long, slow kiss, then gradually begins to move down his body. "After all, we have all night." Her kisses and the brushes of her fingers are as feather light as his, and as maddening, as the explores neck and shoulders and chest with mouth and hands. "And you are well worth the time and attention."

There is amusement as well as heat in her eyes and she looks up at him, her mouth quirked in a smile that silently says she could keep up these ministrations for a long while indeed.

[theywhowait]

He whimpers softly as she explores in turn, shivering and arching up beneath her.

"We do." He manages. "And will you drive me mad with the wanting?"

He does not sound averse to this idea!

[withoutswords]

"That, you must tell me," she points out, her voice reasonable but her eyes twinkling at him before she turns her attention back to his chest, brushing her mouth over his skin. "Should it come to pass." Her hands wander further down to his hips, caressing down to his thighs, all the while avoiding the place that most seems to demand her attention.

[theywhowait]

He groans a little in frustration, doing his best to stay still and let her explore.

"Perhaps... not today." He says breathlessly as he finally looses his patience and moves to roll them again.

Going to sleep now I swear

[withoutswords]

Éowyn laughs, ducking down the bed out of his reach, her hands resting on his legs. "No?"

Re: Going to sleep now I swear

[theywhowait]

((ooc: lol))

He mock growls at her, wriggling after her with a laugh.

"Very no! Come here~"

[withoutswords]

She ducks away again for amusement's sake, still laughing and delighted by the playfulness of this. Passion she had anticipated, but not this play.

Despite this mock-attempt at escape she is quick enough to wrap herself around him when he catches her, as they are once more caught up in a tangle of limbs and kisses, the bedsheets a hopeless mess underneath them both.

[theywhowait]

She's not trying terribly hard to get away, so it doesn't take long before they're tangled together again, and he pulls away from kissing her lips only long enough to go kissing elsewhere - down her neck for starters.

[withoutswords]

She makes a small frustrated noise as he pulls away, though it's quickly replaced by a gasp when he moves to her neck. It had not taken them long at all to find how sensitive her next is to such attentions, even before this night. She bends her head back for him, clutching at his arms.

[theywhowait]

"My Eowyn." He kisses and nips, worshipping her with his mouth.

[withoutswords]

"My husband." She arches under him, running her hands from arms to shoulders, shoulders to back. "I think it is you who will drive me mad with longing."

[theywhowait]

He smiles at her.

"My but that would be terribly rude of me, would it not? I will have to ensure you are properly satisfied!"

[withoutswords]

She reaches up and caresses his face, smiling. "And how will you do that, min heorte?"

[theywhowait]

He turns just enough to kiss her palms.

"Well. I was thinking about using my fingers the way you seem to so enjoy, and then replacing fingers with myself, in the after..."

[withoutswords]

"That is..." Her breath catches again, at the feel of his lips against her palm. "No bad plan, and yet..." She teases at his lips with her fingers. "I wonder if I wish to wait even that long." She slides her other hand along his hip, cups it suggestively around his buttocks.

[theywhowait]

He shivers at her touch, eyes darkening.

"Ah! And if I... promise to make sure it was worth your time?"

[withoutswords]

His gasp makes goosebumps rise on her skin, and she grinds herself against him shamelessly. "Would not impatience...ah...be as rewarding?"

[theywhowait]

He groans, train of thought derailed as he arches against her.

"Ah... well... when put like that..."

[withoutswords]

It was she who said earlier--twice--that there was no need to hurry, but now...oh, she does not want to wait, she will not. They are pressed so close, rubbing against one another, that it only takes a twist of her hips to position herself so that the tip of him is at her entrance. "Faramir--" Her voice is urgent with need, all her pale skin flushed, and she presses again on his backside, to encourage him.

[theywhowait]

He groans as she shifts.

"Eowyn, oh Eowyn."

It's barely any work at all to thrust within her, and his head falls back with a breathless cry.

"Oh, beloved!"

[withoutswords]

"Faramir, Faramir..." She gasps as he pushes in, filling her the way she needs. Her fingers clutch at his back, as though she can somehow pull him closer still if she tries, until there is no division between them at all.