Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

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[freo]

"The fear of drowning is significantly less in a bathtub, my dear husband. And as I recall, my enjoyment of those times had more to do with the company-- to say nothing of what we got up to doing in the tub," Éowyn snickers-- such times certainly had not been all that conducive to getting clean... She goes on with laughter still cling to her tone, "And do not tease so! There is no swimming in the Mark! Touched in the head we would deem anyone willingly wading into so much water."

I'm a terrible person who's just going to boomerang back at you.

[whattheydefend]

"There are those who have said I am touched in the head," he says musingly. "Including yourself." His grin this time teases himself more than her. "But I will not drown, and nor will you. We will not even go so very deep, I promise; you will still be able to stand. In fact--"

As he says it he starts to bend down, to lower them both in the water. It's cool but not too cold, not given the warmth of the weather. If she struggles or protests, he will stop--but at least here she cannot complain about the depth.

one quick tag back before bed!!

[freo]

"That does not sound like me at all, I am most mild-mannered." Even she cannot keep a straight face at the end of that claim, a little snort of laughter escaping and eyes gleaming with mirth.

But then Faramir is lowering them down, and though Éowyn does not protest or struggle, she does cling to him a little tighter and makes a face as the water envelops her legs and backside -- an unpleasant sensation! Luckily it lasts but a moment -- and all the way up to her waist, her sodden shift sticking to her like a second skin. Also a mildly unpleasant sensation... Lips pinched, she makes a tiny noise from her throat, a tight hum; like she can't decide whether she likes this or not. But at least she is not fleeing wildly, so this could be counted as progress?

yay! and I hope I've got their positioning right but whatever, run with it

[whattheydefend]

He laughs too, but then they are distracted, for she holds him even harder--not an unpleasant sensation, though if she continues too much in this vein he is at risk of being throttled. He manages not to laugh at the face she makes.

"There," he says quietly, once he's kneeling in the water, and shifts her so she's more or less sitting on his lap, though their arms are still around each other. Situated thus he is in up to his collarbone, and her to below her chest. "You can stand easily here, if you wish. Of if you prefer to cling to me, I am not at all minded to object."

In fact his hand wanders a little under her, groping at her arse, more as a distraction than with serious intent. After that he glides his palm up her leg. The lack of friction in the water makes the sensation altogether different than usual, and there is the contrast between the cool water and the warmth of his hand. It's a soothing gesture rather than anything else, and his other arm is still firmly wrapped around her back.

sounds right to me!

[freo]

"Oh, are you not?" she says wryly, smirking a little despite her lingering unease at being submerged, even if the water level does not even hit her chest where she perches on his lap. She loosens her hold on him a bit, realizing she's clinging perhaps a touch too tightly. "Most accommodating of--"

Her words cut off on a squeak of surprise when he abruptly grabs her bottom, jumping a little and giving him a glare of reproach; it lacks all heat, however, hardly seriously meant. The distraction works well though, as does the stroke of his hand up her leg. Éowyn is forced to admit the cool water does feel pleasant enough on a warm summer day like this. And perhaps there is something to be said about touching while underwater, too, a sensation vastly different indeed than above water...

"How did you learn to swim?" she asks, relaxing a small measure.

Rock. ...also this is so going to turn into more smut, isn't it...

[whattheydefend]

He grins when she glowers at him, entirely unrepentant, his free hand still wandering. He does not seek to move them around further yet; let her have time to get used to this much.

Besides, her wet skin feels wonderful under his fingers.

"As a boy, in Dol Amroth," he answers. "While visiting my uncle and cousins there. I wished to swim in the sea, and they would not permit it until I was a strong swimmer in calmer waters. At first I found that most vexing, but the first time I attempted the ocean my feet were swept out from me at once by the strong currents, and I saw why!"

He laughs a little, for that time is a pleasant memory for him. Not unshadowed, for the visit happened but a few years after his mother's death, and they all grieved for her. But by now Eowyn well knows how he loves his Dol Amroth family, and how mutual is that affection. It had been a good trip, for both him and Boromir. "Boromir, being five years older--and five years larger and stronger!--was already able, and I had been trying to imitate him. I think he had to stand on my chest afterwards, to push out all the water I swallowed."

i mean, they're wet and half-naked..... so yes?

[freo]

"And here I thought I was a reckless child!" she laughs once Faramir finishes his story, succinctly distracted and set at ease enough to relax a bit further. What? To Éowyn, daring the ocean seems far more hazardous than crossing a wild boar... for example. She adjusts her hold upon him so she clings less like she fears for her life and more because she simply quite enjoys clinging to him, pointing out with a smile, "The incident evidently did not damage your tolerance of water, I see."

YAY MORE SMUT I mean ahem, okay.

[whattheydefend]

He is glad to see her gradually becoming more comfortable with this, and shifts in turn so he is holding her more loosely. The water teases pleasantly at their skin.

"Not in the least," he says. "Well, perhaps for a day. But then I was all the more determined." Éowyn is not the only one of them who is stubborn at times. He grins, leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against hers before kissing her quickly. "After all, there are so very many enjoyable things to do in the water."

no it's definitely a YAY lmao

[freo]

Éowyn laughs softly, having learned during this past year herself just how stubborn her husband could be at times; enough so, indeed, to rival her own mulishness. She's still smiling fondly when he kisses her after rubbing his nose against hers.

"Oh, yes?" Her fingertips draw idle circles against his shoulder, giving him a coy look under her lashes. "Perhaps you might tell me more of these things? For you have much piqued my curiosity now, my dearest love."

As if she does not know what he speaks of, but this line of thought appears to her suddenly a great deal more appealing than swimming lessons... to speak nothing of the distraction of Faramir's bare skin.

Of course it is ;)

[whattheydefend]

"Swimming, of course," he murmurs, moving to nuzzle other parts of her face, sometimes with kisses. "Or simply splashing by the water's edge. Floating and looking up at the sky..."

His hand is caressing her a bit less idly now, long broad strokes along her limbs, brief brushes of the back of his knuckle along the curve of her breast. One arm remains wrapped around her waist to support her, for he promised not to let her drop, and is a man of his word. "And had you not yet noticed how the water teases pleasantly at your skin? Soft and caressing and whispering?"

[freo]

"Ah." If she sounds perhaps slightly too casual, it is only because she had something a little different in mind. She cannot help but smile as his caresses, however, humming a musical little note from her throat and tipping her forehead against his for a moment, her nose brushing his.

She swings her legs a little beneath the surface, slowly, the cool caress of the water feeling... very pleasant, she has to admit. Not as pleasant as Faramir's palm though, gliding over her limbs; a shudder races down her spine at that brush against her breast, even through her damp shift-- which is starting to feel more and more superfluous in the wake of each touch.

"I had noticed," she says at length, lips twisting into a vaguely reluctant, wry smirk-- fine, he got her to admit this is not entirely terrible! She hopes he's happy now. "I might notice it better still were I not wearing this shift, I suspect..."

[whattheydefend]

Judging by the way his hands wander, and certain other reactions impossible to ignore while she is thus seated on his knees, Faramir has the same thing in mind that she does, for all that he talks of swimming instead. "You would," he agrees at once, helping her to remove it.

That, alas, proves an awkward process, between the heavy-with-water cloth and the length of her own hair. But between them they manage, with some laughter and distraction, and then she is as barechested as he. A fact he immediately proves by pressing her closer. They have shifted somehow in the proceedings, so he is kneeling on one knee with her sitting facing him on the other. Her shift he ignores completely once she is free of it. They can retrieve it later. Much later. "How do you like the water now, my lady?" he asks. "Now that you may feel it more fully..."

[freo]

Éowyn laughs brightly as they struggle to remove her mostly sodden shift together, fighting a shiver once she's rid of the cloth and pushing back tousled hair with one hand-- the other hurries to return to its place, clasping Faramir's shoulder for support. Done with her hair, she wastes little time wrapping her arms properly about his neck, quite happily pressing flush against him and indulgently stroking her fingers through his hair, now.

"It is pleasant enough, I grant you." She smiles down at him, maybe just a tad impishly, a certain gleam in her eye. "Perhaps not quite as pleasant as this, however."

[whattheydefend]

A similar gleam is in Faramir's eyes, and his mouth curves at the edges. "Think you so?" he murmurs, letting both his hands roam over her skin in slow, tantalizing movements. "Perhaps we should make a thorough comparison of both. Just to be certain."

[freo]

"Oh, yes," she agrees, her eyes a little hooded already as his deft hands -- gods, she loves his hands! -- travel over her bare skin so temptingly, teasing her. Shivering in a way that has nothing to do with a chill, she presses a bit closer still.

"After all, it is better to be safe than sorry, is it not?" Not that she's usually the biggest advocate of such idiom, but right now, it proves most convenient.

[whattheydefend]

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?"

[freo]

Hardly a model of patience herself on a regular day, Éowyn responds eagerly, inflamed by the feel of his hard manhood pressing against her belly and his wandering hands that so deftly stroke and caress her body. She can only breathe a little moan against his lips when he grinds against her, shuddering in a way the cool water is not responsible for.

"Faramir," she whispers reverently amid hungry kisses, clear yearning lacing her low tone. Her hands grasp at his back and shoulders desperately, blunt nails digging into his skin as she kisses him with fervor now, playfulness forgotten in favor of pure desire.

[whattheydefend]

Whether it is the amount of time they have spent teasing each other already or simply Eowyn's own unbridled enthusiasm, Faramir is now as desperate as she is. She is still sitting on his knee, which is close to where he would like her positioned, but not close enough.

He grips at her, shifts her so she will wrap her legs around his waist, placing his cock right against her mound. Even with the coolness of the water and the linen of his braies still in the way he can feel her heat, waiting for him...Faramir groans into their kiss, his fingers almost bruising in their grip as he grinds against her. The water splashes around them as they move against each other. He kisses her like a man needing air, as one starving, as though he will never have enough.