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[withoutswords]

"It would." This being what ever-practical Eowyn was hinting at and amused by. "Or to die of thirst, or any number of other things. Not that I do not appreciate the compliment, mind you."

[theywhowait]

"This is true, those things are quite unpleasant." He laughs softly.

"And I am glad, because of a certainty, you make my life a better place."

[withoutswords]

She could tease him for flattery again, and yet...Eowyn leans up and kisses him, soft and lingering. "As you do for me, min heorte," she murmurs. "Beyond all expectation or hope."

[theywhowait]

He wraps his arms around her contentedly.

"Tis strange, is it not? At times I look around at all of this and marvel, for in those days when first we met, I had in my heart of hearts feared that there would be no dawn. Never did I think to be this happy!"

[withoutswords]

"And in those days when first we met, I had no hope at all." Eowyn has not forgotten how dark the world seemed to her then, despite all the gifts she has been given since. On the contrary, she remembers it well, and the memory makes her all the more determined.

She reaches up and touches his face softly, smiling. "The life we live now was utterly beyond my imagining. I am glad if I have caused your happiness, beloved, for most surely you have been the architect of mine."

[theywhowait]

They have endured their darkest night, and the day has dawned all the brighter.

He turns his head to kiss her palm softly.

"And together we have built ourselves a new world."

[withoutswords]

"With new people in it, even." Her glance flickers to Elboron, still sleeping quietly a few feet away, and her eyes soften. "Thank you."

[theywhowait]

"Maybe more than one." He laughs softly. "Much, much later though."

He kisses her gently. "You are most welcome, my love."

[withoutswords]

She groans a little, burying her face in his neck. "Much later," she agrees. No one has ever called Eowyn faint of heart, but the prospect of further children is nonetheless daunting.

[theywhowait]

His shoulders shake in amusement.

"Or we can stop with one, if my lady prefers."

[withoutswords]

"A decision for another time," Eowyn says firmly, the words muffled against his shoulder. She can feel his body shake with laughter, and it makes her smile. "A much later time. Not during these few hours of respite."

[theywhowait]

"Much, much later." He agrees, pressing an amused kiss to her brow. "When Elboron is much, much older!"

[withoutswords]

"A year, at least," Éowyn confirms. "Perhaps longer, but at least that." They could not begin another sooner than a year at any rate, not wisely.

She lifts her head, catching his lips in a quick kiss before pulling away a little. "And for now we have a little time for ourselves; I would prefer to spend it on other subjects. It seems there must be a hundred things we have not had time to speak of, of late, for all that I now cannot bring even one to mind!"

[theywhowait]

He wraps his arms around her with a smile.

"Do we have to speak? I enjoy kissing my wife very much, after all, and it has been a long time since we had peace enough to do so!"

[withoutswords]

She laughs a little at that, though quietly, mindful not to wake Elboron. "Put like that," she says, her voice suddenly lower and more husky, "how can I refuse?"

This time her kiss is not quick. Her mouth is already open for his when they join, and then it is a slow dance of tongues, that heady mix of contentment and the rumbling undercurrent of desire that two years of marriage has made so familiar, and so necessary. She sighs after a few moments, pulling away just enough to murmur. "You are right; it is much, much too long since we have had time for this."

And much longer since there was anything more--not since before the birth, for Eowyn needed time to recover and they have both simply been exhausted. But even just this unhurried, sweet enjoyment of each other's mouths, even that has been much too rare of late. She cannot clearly remember the last time they managed it.

[theywhowait]

"Far too long." He agrees, a little breathless as he always gets when they kiss, and he is swift to press more kisses against her.

"I am glad we were able to spare this time!"

[withoutswords]

The way he quickly becomes lost in kisses, breathless and distracted, never fails to flatter and please Eowyn. She laughs quietly, framing his face in her hands. "But surely you did not arrange this excursion, all this way, solely to have a quiet place to kiss your wife for a time?"

[theywhowait]

"And what if I did?" He smiles into the kisses, nuzzles against her cheek and then lower, pressing kisses down the curve of her neck.

"Mayhaps I just wanted lots and lots of time to kiss my wife!"

[withoutswords]

"It seems to me you could have found a simpler way!" For all her protest she is quick and willing to tilt her head and give him access to her neck, her hands sliding down to rest on his chest and hip. "One that...needed less travel, and...mm...included someone else to watch Elboron..."

And less chance of any of those who still man the garrison at Henneth Annun interrupting, though that, at least, he has likely seen to.

[theywhowait]

"Well, one must admit that we were unlikely to get this much peace at home..." He murmurs, kissing his way down.

"Although more babysitters, this is true."

[withoutswords]

She shivers, gasping as his lips drift down to her neck, and grips at his shirt with startled fingers. "Faramir--" She sounds surprised as much as pleased. "Are you seducing me? Here, now?"

For that, she did not expect. It has been many, many months now since...well. Since more than kissing and perhaps a little more indecorous behaviour has been managed. Since before Elboron was born.

And it has been...awkward. She needed to heal, yes, but also her body changed so much during the pregnancy, and there has been no time for thinking and less for sleeping and less still for talking, and...and oh, how she has missed this feeling, that warm shiver down her spine, the touch of his mouth on her skin...and yet..."Are you sure? The Rangers might return, or Elboron awaken..." But she nuzzles her cheek against his hair, even as he kisses her neck.

[theywhowait]

"Well, I can stop if you are too tired." He nuzzles against her neck. "But Elboron is fast asleep and none of the rangers are in the cave and won't enter until you or I call for them..."

[withoutswords]

She is tired, from the long ride and from many nights of not quite enough sleep. But she has missed her husband's touch more, and strokes his back in encouragement, tilting her neck to make it easier for him. "You seem to have planned this most thoroughly," she murmurs, the words broken a little by a gasp partway through as his teeth graze against her skin. "It would be a pity to waste such preparation..."

[theywhowait]

"I wanted it to be something special." He agrees, nibbling delicately in the way he knows she enjoys. "And to be enjoyable even if we did not decide to lay together."

[withoutswords]

"You have certainly succeeded," she murmurs, a little breathless; he knows all her most sensitive places, all the ways she most likes to be touched, and is putting the knowledge to good use. It seems so long since she shivered like this, with pleasant warmth suffusing her...

"Ah, love..." she sighs, pulling way just enough to be able to meet his eyes, her own soft with affection. "Truly I am blessed, to have you as a husband."