A/N: Just a short little piece of fluff that has been running around in my head for about forever, in one form or another.
Many thanks to Thanwen for pointing out a typo that made a huge difference in the story!
All the usual disclaimers apply.
March 29, 3020 - Minas Tirith
The rainstorm had caught them unawares. They tried to make it back to the citadel, but since they had been walking through the marketplace on the second level of Minas Tirith they had not even reached the sixth level before the first fat drops fell.
Faramir urged Eowyn into the shelter of a doorway, and now she had her back pressed against the wood of the door while he stood between her and the rain, his back catching any drops that the wind blew towards them. He could only assume that Beregond would take shelter in the next doorway, and find them when the rain had stopped.
Both were breathing hard from running. After a few moments Eowyn leaned her head back against the door and started laughing, and Faramir quickly joined in, dropping his forehead to rest against hers.
"So much for showing you the repairs we have made on the lower levels."
She smiled. "Another time."
He lifted his head and turned it to look up at the sky over his shoulder. "This likely will not last long. Perhaps..."
She acted on the impulse as quickly as it came to her, and reached up to brush her lips against the pulse beating in his exposed neck. When that pulse jumped, and she felt his quick intake of breath, she pressed her lips against against the warm skin once more.
"Eowyn…"
She barely heard him over the pounding of the rain, but it emboldened her still more. Her lips traced a trail of feather light kisses along the line of his jaw, and he slowly turned his head into them until he could capture her lips with his own.
"What are you doing, love?"
She smiled slowly, and tipped her head a little to one side. "Kissing my husband?"
He gave a laugh that was half groan. "Would that you were!" He kissed her again, light and quick. "For then I would not have to ask you to stop, before you tempt me beyond my control."
Her smile widened. "Could I do so?"
Laughing softly, he lowered his forehead to hers again. "You know you could. And far too easily."
The smile brightened into a grin. "I am glad to know that I could. But I will not."
Wrapping her arms around his chest, heedless of the rain that now dampened her sleeves, she rested her head against the curve of his shoulder. "For now."
He chuckled as he pulled her close. "The day after tomorrow, meleth nin."
