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[theywhowait]

"So many buckets" He nods solemnly, the effects entirely spoilt by the crinkle of his eyes. "And the hottest of baths that might be comfortably sat in!"

[withoutswords]

She does laugh at that. "Not that I would not enjoy a hot bath, but we will have many days we could use for such plans..." Her hand creeps lower, from his waist to his backside. "Could not it wait, while you tend to other matters?"

[theywhowait]

His eyebrow crooks up and he bends the small distance between them to kiss her, drawing her close in turn.

"Hmm." He says thoughtfully into her ear. "I do believe I can be convinced."

[withoutswords]

She shivers all over at his voice low in her ear, the warm feel of his breath seeming to fill her whole body and raise goosebumps on her skin. Her eyes are closed, and she sways against him. She tries to speak, licks her lips and tries again. "Possibly we...should have supper, first..."

She does not sound wholly convinced.

[theywhowait]

"I suppose I might be hungry..." He teases, drawing away slowly, trailing kisses on her cheek.

[withoutswords]

"Tease," she whispers, low and fervent, giving him a look heated as much by frustration as desire. She knows full well that it would be better if they ate first; something quick and simple, as he said but a moment before. And yet...it is hard to persuade herself to move away from him. Even knowing that they will have all the time they want to spend on each other afterwards.

[theywhowait]

He kisses her again, needy and yet...

"Time to get to work then." He says and mischievsouly pulls away and turns to dart off.

[withoutswords]

She tastes his own desire in his mouth before he breaks away. Eowyn makes a frustrated noise and thwacks him lightly on the backside as he turns. "Then mind that you are quick about it! Or I will tease you in turn, until you regret it heartily."

[theywhowait]

"Ouch!" He laments with a laugh as he 'flees' from her into the kitchen.

"My lady is a slavedriver!"

[withoutswords]

"For that insult, you may prepare the food, while I see to the house!" she fires at his retreating back.

[theywhowait]

He laughs as he flees, but heads obligingly to the kitchen to see about cudgelling them something from the masses and masses of food Eomer has left to them.

"I will try to be swift, so as not to tax your patience!" He calls back to her.

[withoutswords]

"See that you are!"

Eowyn looks over the rest of the lodge, and notes with approval that everything is as she might have ordered it herself: towels, blankets, soap...things kept here in storage have been brought out for use, fresh linens brought and aired, and all made ready. It occurs to her that too much has been done for her brother have managed it only today, and he likely foresaw their intention.

Smiling and shaking her head, Eowyn bestows the saddlebags she and Faramir brought with them, unpacking what clothes and necessities they brought and stowing them appropriately. She also takes the time to wash the day's journey a little from her skin, or at least her hands and face, and to change out of her riding clothes.

None of it takes long, and when she returns downstairs she is wearing a long, warm woolen robe in a creamy color a few shades darker than her hair. "Well, my husband?" she asks, leaning in the doorway. "Have you vanquished the pantry?"

[theywhowait]

Faramir is not great cook, but a ranger must be able to at least make do in the wilds, and Eomer has not exactly been skimping on his provisions!

He looks around and settles on a basic stew, something that he can put together swiftly but that should be nutritious and tasty. His eyes are a little red as they light approvingly on her, for he had been chopping onions.

"I think I might have done!"

(there's a matching robe for him if he wants one. Wedding gift)

[withoutswords]

Eowyn smiles warmly, walking to join him. "I am glad to have a husband who does not think it beneath him to manage a meal," she says approvingly. She already knew this about him, but it is worth mentioning anew.

She leans up and kisses his cheek. "Go tend yourself for a time, if you wish, while I keep an eye on this." Though there is not so much to do, aside from stir it now and then and be sure it does not burn on the borrom.

dawwwwwwwww

[theywhowait]

"No fine dining, I fear!" He smiles back at her and eyes the pot.

"But at the least I can manage this much." He hands her the spoon. "It should need no more than watching to make sure it does not burn. I will be back shortly!"

A quick scrub to wash the travelling dust off, and he reappears. "Your brother is very generous! I found me a robe for myself, also!"

[withoutswords]

"That is well, since we had agreed on something more quick!"

It is no trouble to tend the stew and cut bread for them both, and she smiles approvingly when he reappears looking more comfortable, in a similar robe. "I think the credit for those will more likely go to Hilde, rather than my brother. She is a great believer in keeping warm."

[theywhowait]

He comes over to wrap his arms around her and kiss her.

"Then I will have to say thank you to Hilde! They are certainly very nice and warm, although I am sure we will be even warmer, later."

okay, let's skip to post-meal though. Unless there's anythign he wants to talk about.

[withoutswords]

There is a low suggestive tone in his words, and she laughs again, kissing his cheek. She cannot turn to wrap her arms around him for she holds a knife in one hand and a loaf of bread in the other. "Later," she says, with a little more emphasis than he used on the word.

not really XD

[theywhowait]

They eat and tease each other over the meal fondly, leaning against each other, bumping feet together like young lovers, and when the meal is over and the dishes washed, Faramir kisses his wife in the doorway of their bedroom.

"I do believe we are at 'later'," He murmurs