Title: Incentive
Summary: Unlike his wife, Boromir, is not a early riser.
Prompt: "Dawn"
Word count: 337
At the ripe age of five, Boromir learned that the morning was not his favorite time of day. The sun rose too early for his tastes and there never seemed to be enough time to sleep the wares of yesterday away. As he grew older, his demeanor towards early rising did not change, however, he learned it was necessary in order to carry out his responsibilities. He was never a pleasant person in the morning, which made drilling and ordering the men about a excellent way of venting his frustration.
Married life did not cure him of this one bit, regardless of his brother's hopes. As blissful as it was to be able to sleep next to Eowyn, he couldn't abide by her good morning cheer and her instance that the morning was not the dreadful beast he made it be. "Once you learn to go to bed earlier, the morning will not look so bleak," She said.
"Not bloody likely," Boromir grumped. And he seemed hell bent on keeping things as they were, but Eowyn had other things in mind. On the dawn of his 44th birthday, Boromir was aroused from slumber by a gentle nibbling upon his earlobe followed by the soft lips of his wife working their way down his unusually bear jaw line toward his neck. At first he thought he was dreaming and promptly prayed the dream would never end, then he felt the bulge of her stomach press against his and he smiled. His eyes opened, Eowyn's face was only a few inches away from his, her hair cascaded over her shoulders onto his chest.
His eyes fell at half-mass and her response was a chaste on the lips. His eyes opened again. "Good morning, Eowyn," He sighed dreamily. Eowyn pulled away from his face and proceeded straddle his waist, she sighed contentedly. "Good morning, husband," She laughed.
Boromir was not a morning person, but given the right incentive, he could be very reasonable about greeting the dawn.