Title: There is only you

Summary: "Oh to be young and feel love's keen sting."

Prompt: 37 "Sex"

Word count: 597

Eowyn watched him slip away from the festivities like a sulking cat. She stayed while among her people until it was sure she would not be missed. A moment later she followed after him. When she found him, Boromir sat on the edge of the bed in a slouched position. In his hand was the new sword gifted to him by her uncle, he twirled it in a circle, examining the design of the hilt. He sat upright suddenly aware of her presence, he glanced toward the door with a look of surprise. "My lady," He started, straightening his red tunic.

Eowyn nodded slightly in greeting. "Why have you left the celebration? She asked, genuinely curious. Boromir sighed warily. She crossed the room and sat next to him. "I just needed to get away for a moment," He confessed. Eowyn frowned. She didn't think he was so uncomfortable in crowded rooms- she paused. "Boromir… does this concern the secret you cannot tell me?" She inquired. He nodded after a moment of silence. "Aye, it doe-" He felt his breath hitch when her fingers curled around his. He looked up to meet her gaze, so full of worry. Eowyn leaned forward and pressed her face against the side of his, he exhaled slowly through his mouth when she placed a hand upon his chest. "Eowyn - you cannot…" He stopped, almost afraid to finish the sentence. She smiled at his hesitance. "Have I not made my feelings clear enough to you in the caves, or before even?" She pulled away from him and regarded the hesitance in his green eyes, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. "I have loved you since I was eighteen, perhaps earlier."

He continued to stare at her in surprise. "But- we always fought!" He argued. "I thought you hated me… I thought you were in love with Aragorn."

She shook her head, almost tempted to laugh. "Perhaps at first, yes. You're not a terribly easy person to get along with, my lord." Neither are you, Boromir thought to himself. "-As for Aragorn… no, it is not love I feel for him, but admiration for what he stands for," Eowyn's pale skin seemed to glow as she smiled. "My love is reserved for you alone, Boromir. If it were any different, I would not have kissed you, but him."

Boromir stared at her in stunned silence, but on the inside he could feel himself rejoice. The knowledge of his not-so-secret affection for her was returned in kind made his heart skip a beat. "You love me?" He said, voice shaking. When Eowyn nodded fervently, he seemed torn between cheering or crying, so he kissed her instead. "I love you," Boromir whispered to her. Eowyn giggled when he pulled her down onto the bed. Boromir felt his limbs had a mind of their own, the same could be said of Eowyn.

Their act of love through sex set every fiber of her being alight with pleasure. She felt him lean into her as she hugged him close to her chest. He went rigid and gasped against her skin while she let out a half-cry into his hair. Finally, Eowyn felt him relax. He continued to hold her close, arms around her waist. She smoothed back his disheveled hair, her legs unwrapped themselves from around his waist and he fell back onto the mattress. Boromir stared up at her with a smile. "I love you, Eowyn." Eowyn lowered herself down and kissed his brow. "I love you, Boromir."