She is wrapped so closely around him, the hard length of him pressed against her belly as she sits on his leg. He hums his agreement before kissing her, a slow dance of tongues. To him, the contrast of cool water and warmer skin is delicious, tantalizing and teasing at his senses. He hopes it is so for her as well.

And if it is not, well, he will simply have to make amends. He hands continue stroking her, arms and back, legs and hips. He cannot resist the urge to pull her in closer at that point, to grind against her a little. Already his impatience grows, try as he might to restrain himself. "How I desire you, my Éowyn!" he murmurs against her mouth. "Can you feel it?"