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It has been some time now since the wedding revels, since he became a married man. It still comes as a wonder to him, his own good fortune. Some part of him still half-expects it to be taken away, for some higher power to tell him this is not meant for him, never was, that he must return to take his dues.
So far, that moment hasn't come.
Even so, he still has duties, duties which call him away from Minas Tirith and from her. Days away in Ithilien, evenings poring over maps with some of his men, and meetings with his father. Such meetings have a toll on him, though he tries to hide it; leave him taut and overly self-conscious, more careful than ever of every word and every step.
On this occasion, he is returning from such a meeting - not only that, but from some days away on the marches. He hasn't seen her since he left, and that is a grief to him, but now his duties are dispatched, his time his own. Their own. The thought brings a smile to his face, despite that air of tension, as he pulls his hair back over his shoulder and opens the door. "Éowyn?"
So far, that moment hasn't come.
Even so, he still has duties, duties which call him away from Minas Tirith and from her. Days away in Ithilien, evenings poring over maps with some of his men, and meetings with his father. Such meetings have a toll on him, though he tries to hide it; leave him taut and overly self-conscious, more careful than ever of every word and every step.
On this occasion, he is returning from such a meeting - not only that, but from some days away on the marches. He hasn't seen her since he left, and that is a grief to him, but now his duties are dispatched, his time his own. Their own. The thought brings a smile to his face, despite that air of tension, as he pulls his hair back over his shoulder and opens the door. "Éowyn?"
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Date: 2017-07-20 11:36 am (UTC)She does them all thoroughly and well, even the ones she most dislikes. A princess knows about duty, even if her time is not spent as she would wish had the the choice.
Gradually, she ekes out her place, and the men become more used to this woman who takes time every day to come to the swordyards and practice--on her own at first, and then eventually with partners as some of the more curious or reckless of the soldiers try her blade. Denethor disapproves, which leads many to abandon the exercise, but some risk their lord's disapproval.
Eowyn has not yet found much of which Denethor does approve, save his eldest son. There is much to admire in Boromir, to be sure, but it infuriates her how dismissive the Steward is of his youngest.
But the rest of the palace knows Faramir's worth, and it is not only Eowyn who rejoiced at the news that he was returning, though none has been as impatient at she. She waits in their room with anticipation held coiled in her body like a spring, and as soon as the door opens and she hears his voice, she moves to meet him. She barely manages to close the door behind him before their lips meet, her arms wrapping around his neck and her form pressing to his.
Only after that more urgent greeting has been accomplished does she laugh under her breath and pull back enough to smile at him. "Welcome home, my lord."
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Date: 2017-07-20 03:21 pm (UTC)"I can think of no sweeter welcome, my lady," he replies, gravely, and lets out a low, soft laugh. There's still some lingering tension to him, but he's visibly softened his posture since walking through the door, the cloud of his father's disappointment lifting a little. Unwinding one arm from around her waist, he reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair back off her forehead. "I have sore missed thee. And I am sorry indeed to have left your side so long."
It has only been a few days, yes - but it feels long, feels like an age, and if it felt so to him, she must have felt it more keenly, in a place not yet her home. He doubts she's been idle - does not see laxity in her, nor think she would be allowed it - but still, he wishes he could be at her side more fully, for these first few months.
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Date: 2017-07-22 09:26 pm (UTC)She gives him another kiss, this one slower and sweeter, not made of pent-up waiting but of simple enjoyment in his presence. Something inside of her clicks into place, with his homecoming; something missing is made whole. They've been wed for so little time, yet already she feels the lack of him whenever he is away. It is not that she is lessened, without him; she is Eowyn, daughter of kings and shieldmaiden of Rohan, and she needs no man to complete her.
And yet she feels more completely herself when he is with her. If that is not love, she cannot imagine what would be.
"So long as you do not leave it again, or not soon," she says, laughing against his mouth. "Then you are forgiven." After another sweet kiss, she stands back a little, pulling him further into the room. "But need you aught? Refreshment of any sort? You have had a long day, I am certain."
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Date: 2017-07-24 03:28 pm (UTC)Such flowery language might come off as sarcastic, coming from another man - but by now, Éowyn will surely know that there is no deceit to the frank tone in which he says it, and no pretence behind his words. He says what is on his mind, as he always has.
His arm around her waist, he leans down to kiss her again, this time on the temple rather than the mouth, gentle and sweet. "If, that is, she will sit a while with me?"
That was teasing. He laughs low in his throat, and nods towards the bed, smiling.
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Date: 2017-07-25 10:05 pm (UTC)She closes her eyes and accepts the kiss on her forehead, tilting her face towards it as though it's sunlight, then laughs again at his unspoken intimation. She's already moving with him towards the bed as she answers. "Indeed she will. Or even lie beside you, if you wish."
The teasing suggestion in her own words is unmistakable. It was a very long time without him, after all, or felt long. And they are still newly wed.
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Date: 2017-07-27 11:20 pm (UTC)These moments, too, are becoming an established thing. Sometimes, he forgets how glad he is of his fortune, how richly he has been blessed, and then he sees her from a certain angle or in a certain light, and has to stop and stare again, remind himself that she is truly his wife, that this is not some dream. That she is his and he is hers, and if she feels short-changed in the exchange, she hasn't shown it.
Shaking himself out of that wonder, he clears his throat and bends to pull off his boots. "And what is it you wish, my lady?"
I suddenly felt like it was mid-afternoon. Er. Don't mind me.
Date: 2017-07-30 09:35 pm (UTC)Or perhaps it is her presence that does that, judging by the soft astonishment in his eyes as he takes her in. Eowyn still wonders at the depth of affection that has awoken between them. Sometimes it shakes her, almost frightens her, to have something so all-encompassing have taken her life over so quickly. To know she has so much power over another's happiness--and he over hers.
But not when he is near. Then it seems the most natural of things to be with him. In every sense.
So she watches with a small, secret smile as he removes his boots. "Why, to spend a few hours privately with my husband, of course." She's already informed their staff not to disturb them for a time, and short of being overridden by the Steward himself, she and Faramir should have the time to themselves. Tomorrow, further duties will interpose themselves, no doubt. But not today. "Could you not tell?"
She lets her fingers wander over his back as she says it, until she finds his neck and tickles it gently, her touch as playful as her words.
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Date: 2017-08-24 04:40 pm (UTC)Turning to her, he brushes a fingertip against her temple, pushing back a few fine strands of hair, and inclines his head slightly.
"As my lady desires," he says, and the smile tugs at his lips again, his hand dropping to rest on her thigh. "All the hours in the day would I spend with thee, in a more perfect world."
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Date: 2017-08-29 09:13 pm (UTC)Her fingers fold onto his collar, so she can use it to pull his face towards hers. She's still smiling, but now there's a challenge in her expression. "You deserve all I have and more, Faramir of Gondor. And if you still do not believe it, perhaps I should show thee."
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Date: 2017-08-30 07:32 pm (UTC)He lets himself be pulled towards her without resistance, a smile tugging at his lips and a thrill running through him. If this is how she challenges him, well, what man could resist? He meets her eyes, his words considered, a challenge in their own right. "I do not believe it."
If this is the game she wants to play, he's interested to know where it will go.
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Date: 2017-10-12 09:50 pm (UTC)She laughs, and it rings through their room like a trumpet calling an army forth as she pushes him down onto the bed. He's strong, but so is she--still a Shieldmaiden of Rohan, still untamed and ungentle, and the hint of smile on his face only spurs her onward. "You doubt my words? Fie! You shall learn better manners."
She hovers above him, her hands pinning his shoulders to the mattress, her hair a curtain cutting off half the world from view. She releases one shoulder in order to unlace his tunic; once his neck is revealed she bends and nips at the skin, a sharp press of teeth.
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Date: 2017-10-13 03:41 pm (UTC)Her teeth are sharp and sudden, and he lets out a little gasp, one of surprised arousal more than pain. "Ai! You are an ungentle teacher, my lady."
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Date: 2018-01-06 10:40 pm (UTC)It is a jest, no more; she has complete faith in his heart, and his understanding of her nature.
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Date: 2018-01-06 11:00 pm (UTC)"I have not forgotten," he murmurs, and laughs, throaty and low. "I know thy blood is hot, thy passion a furnace." Pulling a little against her grip on his shoulders, he moves to try and catch her mouth. "And I would fain hold it close, however it may burn."
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Date: 2018-01-10 03:57 pm (UTC)Eowyn reaches back and catches his hand, pins it to the bed beside his head, preventing further exploration. "I may burn all away, and leave nothing left of thee." She pushes herself up a little, and her eyes burn indeed, her grey gaze intense and smouldering. She ducks down almost near enough for him to kiss her, almost, but pulls away before he can, deliberately teasing.
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Date: 2018-01-10 05:40 pm (UTC)"Then it will be worth it," he answers, wetting his lips, "for there could be no sweeter oblivion."
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Date: 2018-01-10 11:25 pm (UTC)No. Her will is firm. She can do better. She will do better.
Eowyn leans back up, keeping her grip on his wrists firm, her eyebrow raised. "Do you trust me?"
Not a game, this question. She looks all at once more serious.
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Date: 2018-01-10 11:41 pm (UTC)"With all my heart, I do."
And with all his heart, he means it. He has been accused by both his father and his brother of trusting too easily and too much, but the trust he has in her is deeper than that, and not so widely given.
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Date: 2018-01-11 11:10 am (UTC)Another quick brush of lips, then she abruptly stands and moves off the bed, crosses the room and opens a drawer. After a moment's rummaging, she pulls out a long length of wide, white ribbon. Whatever its original intended purpose, she has another use for it now.
She turns to face the bed. "Remove your clothes. All of them."
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Date: 2018-01-11 03:53 pm (UTC)At her order, he hesitates only an instant. He said that he trusted her, and he meant it: while he is not entirely certain he understands this, he has faith in her decisions. His jerkin is laid to one side, and his shirt soon folded over it, and he stands, looking at her from the corner of his eye, to pull off his leggings as well.
It feels strange. She has seen him naked before, of course, on many occasions now, but ordinarily it is less... decided. Ordinarily, they are naked together, and consumed by other matters. It is strange, he thinks, how much more naked a man can feel when faced with a clothed woman, especially when he is already erect. To his surprise, he realises he is blushing.
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Date: 2018-01-12 11:30 pm (UTC)Still, this is new ground for them both.
She flushes a little as she watches him disrobe. It is a new thing, to be a passive observer to such an act. They have disrobed each other many times, certainly, but such formal observation is not at all the same. But the heat in her gaze as she looks him over, the way she licks suddenly dry lips, that is the same as ever. She is near spellbound as she watches, admiring the long length of his body, the strength of him, his desire obvious and attentive.
When she realizes he is blushing, she laughs, breaking the enchantment a little. She walks forward, wrapping the ribbon around her hand, suddenly coy. "Come, my love. Surely you do not fear your own wife?" she teases, running her free hand down his arm, taking his hand and kissing the fingers. His index finger she draws into her mouth, sucking it delicately, and her eyes watch him with mischief.
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Date: 2018-01-13 12:07 am (UTC)He sighs, low and throaty, and bites his lip. "Not fear, no," he murmurs, brushing the side of his thumb against her lip. There is a tight heat in the pit of his belly, his erection hardening a little more as he looks at her. His grey eyes are heavy with desire, drinking in every line of her face, the way the light catches her hair, the red of her lips against his brown hand. Her collarbone is visible at the neck of her gown, and he is seized with the desire to kiss it, to kiss every inch of her, to prove her beauty real and solid.
It is with an effort that he holds himself still, meeting her eyes, a smile pulling faintly at the corners of his mouth. "I was only thinking," he says, "that I have never seen aught so fair as thee."
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Date: 2018-01-13 04:48 pm (UTC)The ribbon slides smooth and cool around his wrists, and he holds his hands obediently for her to tie, wondering why such a thing should make his heart flutter this way.
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Date: 2018-01-13 06:28 pm (UTC)She pauses in her actions, tilting her head to take another long, teasing kiss, one that rouses heat in them both. Then she finishes tying his hands, knotting the ribbon so it will not come loose. He is not so tightly bound as to cause damage--and in truth, Faramir's strength is such that he could probably free himself if he had need. She trusts he will not.
And if she mistakes him and he does, it will at least be for most excellent reasons. That much, she will ensure.
She releases his bound hands and stands back a little, then slowly circles him, examining him from head to toe, still wearing a smile of equal parts desire and mischief. At his back she pauses, splaying her hands over his shoulderblades and kissing him once between them. "I have thee at my mercy, man of Gondor."
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Date: 2018-01-14 12:27 am (UTC)"You do, my lady," he agrees, turning his head as best he can, to try and catch a look at her. He does not move the rest of his body, though, feeling the cool of the air on his flushed skin, the warmth of her hands and her mouth. "And now that you have me so captured, what do you mean to do with me?" Feeling, as he says it, a thrill of excitement as well as humour, for it strikes him that he is truly vulnerable like this. Truly placing his trust in her.
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Date: 2018-01-14 04:39 pm (UTC)She places a finger on his chest and gently pushes him back towards their bed.
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Date: 2018-01-14 09:44 pm (UTC)When she pushes him back, he does not resist. One step back, two, and then the bed knocks against the backs of his legs, and he sits, hands still bound in front of him, heart thundering in his ears.
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Date: 2018-01-15 08:43 pm (UTC)So she makes a virtue of necessity. Her dress unbuttons in front; slowly she undoes each one, all of them, then steps out of her rainment, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her bare save for a white linen chemise. It lays low on her chest and falls to just past her hips, giving a fair view but leaving much unseen.
Slowly, smiling, she walks towards the bed, climbs onto it and around him. Once again she kisses between his shoulderblades, but this time she moves up, placing long, open-mouthed kisses on his neck, the top of his jaw, the skin just behind his ear.
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Date: 2018-01-16 12:13 am (UTC)His eyes stay fixed on her as she moves, until she is behind him again, out of his sight. Then he lets his eyes drift closed, as she kisses him, lets himself be aware more keenly of her touch and her warmth and the tickle of her hair. He does move, this time, as her kisses move: lifting his head, he tilts it, shaking his hair out of the way to bare more skin. Under his bound hands, his erection throbs with heat, and sweat prickles on his back, though it is not overly warm in the room.
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Date: 2018-01-20 05:36 pm (UTC)She moves to his side and kisses her way along his jaw, then the delicate skin underneath, more cautious there than elsewhere. Here she could cause real pain if she used her teeth, and they both know it.
But he bares his throat to her all the same.
Thinking of it like that makes her more bold, and she pushes him down onto his back, moves his arms so that his bound wrists are over his head, kisses her way down his chest.
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Date: 2018-01-20 06:02 pm (UTC)It is an effort to keep his hands still. His instinct is to move, to sink his fingers into the rich gold of her hair, pull her in closer as he arches into her kisses. But he stays obediently pinioned, stretched out beneath her, biting his lip. His breath comes in light, shaky staccato, his cock twitching against his belly.
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Date: 2018-01-23 08:49 pm (UTC)Instead she climbs off the bed entirely and places her hands under his feet, giving him leverage so her can push himself entirely on the bed. It feels foolish to have him only partly on, with his legs dangling over the edge.
And besides, she has ideas.
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Date: 2018-01-23 10:23 pm (UTC)He settles with his hands back above his head, his head turned to watch her. His hair spreads out around him, a raven-black cloud, and his heart is in his mouth.
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Date: 2018-01-23 10:38 pm (UTC)For the moment, since she's here, she kneels and kisses the sole of his foot, wondering how he will react. They have found, in their explorations of each other, that some most surprising places have great power to please. The inside of a wrist or elbow, or the small of the back. But she hasn't yet tested his feet.
Or his toes. Curious, she brings the big one into her mouth and sucks on it, silently thanking the stars that Faramir is a clean man and has already bathed.
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Date: 2018-01-24 04:34 pm (UTC)Biting his lip, he lifts his head to look at her.
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Date: 2018-02-01 10:33 pm (UTC)Again she deliberately ignores the hard, trembling length of him, instead caressing his hips, abdomen, chest, palming the nipples, every so often using the slightest touch of her nails--not enough to mark, just a change of texture.
Then she stops, and instead strokes herself, her own chest, shoulders--a scrape of nails on her neck, where her skin flares pink in the wake of her touch--and back down again to her breasts, teasing circles. Her breath catches as she does it, and all the while she watches him watch her.
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Date: 2018-02-02 07:37 pm (UTC)He catches himself, but holds himself there, his shoulders lifted off the mattress, his breath held in his throat.
"My lady..." He wets his lips, exhales long and slow. "Let me kiss thee, I beg of thee."
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Date: 2018-02-18 05:04 pm (UTC)Though, from the way he is blushing, it is not so simple. There is a part of his mind, loud and hard to quash, which reminds him that yes, he is of Gondor; yes, he is of the line of Stewards; yes, to be so easily overcome is a weakness that perhaps shames him.
But he finds, to his surprise, that he is not ashamed. It is love, not cowardice, that brings him to this pass, and though he would be embarrassed if anyone else were to know of this, still he is not ashamed.
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Date: 2018-02-19 03:56 pm (UTC)But for herself...it is a dizzying thing, to have his need for her be so great that he begs for the privilege of touching her.
She is a little merciful. She keeps herself held high but bends enough to brush her mouth against his, as lightly as the cloth of her chemise brushed him a moment before. If he wishes to do more, he may. For this moment.
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Date: 2018-02-28 07:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-03-06 11:13 pm (UTC)"It is thine to use as thou wilt," he replies, with a little smile of his own. "I am at thy command, lady." Lest that wasn't clear enough, by his place beneath her and his obedience to her orders. He finds there is something not only thrilling, but comforting, to that: a sense of freedom from the burden of leading.
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Date: 2018-03-20 12:26 pm (UTC)She pulls herself off of him, moves up the bed, hesitates a little--then straddles his face, carefully lowering herself so that his mouth can reach those most secret parts of her, which already ache for attention.
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Date: 2018-03-25 12:56 pm (UTC)For a moment, he explores her with his tongue, running along the creases and folds of her, and then his lips fasten over her clit, half-kissing, half-suckling, and he sets to with a will.
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Date: 2018-05-28 07:57 pm (UTC)He presses up against her a little more insistently, leaving her clit for the moment to push his tongue inside her, running along the ridges of her walls.