A/N: Note the change in rating from PG-13 to R. I'm not saying they're
gonna get that naughty, but I wanna be sure that no one is caught unawares
just in case.
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"I was hoping that you might seduce me."
My eyes flew to his face, and ridiculously, I blushed, summoning a smug smile to my lord's face. "Faramir, whatever shall I do with you?"
His smile broadened. "That, my dear wife, is up to you."
"And what, sir, would you do if I told you that I am unwilling to seduce you?" I asked teasingly.
If he was surprised by my words, he did not show it. "I would humble myself before you, and beg, like an obedient dog might."
I shrugged off his cloak, noting that the day was becoming quite warm now. As the garment fell from my shoulders, he watched me avidly.
I spoke. "I have not the patience to speak you soft words of poetry, nor to adorn a forgotten path through the forest with rose petals. I believe in directness, as you well know."
He nodded gravely, though his eyes yet sparkled with mischief. And so I flung myself upon him, our picnic forgotten, and crushed his mouth beneath mine as he fell back onto the cool moss. He moaned, and held onto me, as he struggled for air, before I pulled back to judge his reaction, intently searching his grey eyes.
He grinned like a besotted fool.
"What say you, Lord Faramir?" I asked him, growing more comfortable with this seeming reversal of roles.
"I am yours to command, my lady," he whispered breathlessly. "I am helpless before you, er, beneath you, as always."
"Shameless," I whispered back before I cut off any reply he might have had with another deep kiss, this one much more gentle. I let it linger, and suddenly I felt his hands frantically attempting to unfasten the back of my gown. I quickly pushed myself upright, leaving him looking somewhat baffled upon the ground.
"You are mine to command?" I asked. He nodded, slightly breathless.
"Yes, Éowyn, I said as much."
"Then I command you to lie still, and let me work!"
"As you will," he murmured, a slight blush coloring his cheeks, though he was unable to keep himself from smiling yet again. He lay in submission beneath me as his lips yielded to another of my forthright kisses. And then I stroked his face, wondering at the gentleness of his expression which was at odds with the fierce passion within his eyes. I raised myself again, and with my free hand, I reached for the topmost fastening on his black doublet and worked it loose ever so slowly, my fingers gently brushing against his throat. I loosen the remaining fastenings at a measured pace, delighting in his reaction.
I grinned as he began to hum softly, his grey eyes taking on a feverish quality as they bored into mine. The hum changed as his mouth began to form words, inaudible and disjointed at first, but then he began to form complete sentences, and I heard him murmur, "I once was a man stranded on the peak of a high, cold mountain of loneliness, freezing to death in the snow, exposed to the icy winds of isolation, but you discovered me there, and you gave me your companionship, your warm presence filling me with joy. I once was a man lost in a desert of sadness, the sun beating down upon my back as I was dying of thirst, but the cool oasis of your voice provided me relief from the never-ending heat, supplying me with a refreshing drink from the sweet fountain of your love. I once was a man drowning in despair, wave after wave crashing over my head, forcing me beneath the surface, but you pulled me from the tumultuous waves merely with your touch, cradling me safely within your arms, holding me safe in the shelter of your strength. I love you, Éowyn."
His flowery words pleased me, and I began to undo the fastenings upon his white linen shirt, and he continued, his voice growing huskier by the moment, "You have bewitched me, my lady. I am under your spell so thoroughly that I am lost in the depths of your glowing grey orbs, drowning in helpless need. Never has a man been blessed with a more lovely wife."
With a laugh, I slipped both of my hands within his shirt and lightly caressed his chest, pulling his shirt and doublet open in the process. The sun reflected upon his muscled chest and abdomen, and as I began to kiss him there, he became even more poetically delirious.
"You are the most beautiful creature upon Arda, fairer than these white lilies that stand guard around us, filling the air with their intoxicating scent. But your delightful perfume is enough to make me quite pleasantly drunk as I lose myself within it, for roses and lilacs have ever been my favorites. You, lady, are fairer than the lush green leaves of the tall trees of Ithilien, dewy in the morning, their symmetry reminding me of the perfection of your body, their shade dancing gently upon the forest floor, providing relief from the afternoon heat. You are fairer even than the pale light of Ithil as Tilion himself steers her across the heavens, illuminating the landscape, turning the darkness into a magically glowing scene, just as the light that your soul emits drives away the shadow in the darkest night."
I laughed, charmed by the poetry that tripped from his tongue as easily as the water flowed into the nearby pool. "Eru's tears, Faramir! Your tongue, though it creates beautiful language, is misused at the moment. Will you not quiet yourself and kiss me?"
His expression melted into pure happiness, and he complied, kissing me deeply, the touch of his tongue against mine thrilling me, the feel of his arms wrapped tightly around me quickening the beating of my heart, until its pace matched his own. I finally broke away from the kiss with a smile.
I trailed a light finger over his chest and purred, "Faramir? Do you think the pool is warm enough for bathing?"
"Hmm. I shall see." Gently setting me aside, he stood up. After removing his doublet and setting it aside on the mossy ground, he began with exquisitely slow movements, to pull his shirt from his trousers, then shrug it off of his well-muscled shoulders, dropping it as well.
I itched to reach out and touch his exposed flesh, but I knew that the slightest touch would probably bring an immediate end to this seductive discarding of clothing. Again, I marveled at the beauty and grace of his every movement. Everything about him enchants me, and I waited in breathless anticipation as I watched.
Ever so slowly, his hands reached to his waist, and I waited for him to continue his erotic disrobing. My eyes rose to meet his dark gaze, his grey eyes issuing a silent dare to resist him, and I knew that it was beyond my power to do so.
He smiled wickedly and reached his hands toward me, pulling me upright into his embrace, and I delightedly leaned against his bare chest. I slid my arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet my lips. The kiss was magical, speaking of love, trust and devotion, promising an eternity of absolute commitment to one another.
I would not wait another moment for him. I trailed butterfly kisses across his chest, making a hot, sensuous path with my lips to the hollow at his throat, where I felt the rapid pulse beating there, and I sensed his impatience, too. I gasped when he suddenly bent slightly, and then his strong arms captured me around my waist and in back of my knees, lifting me up.
With a sudden laugh, he sprinted toward the pool, and before I could wholly understand his intentions, he had reached the edge of the water, and with boyish enthusiasm, flung me into it. I rose to the top, gasping for air, yet amused by his actions despite being completely soaked in my favorite gown. I saw him smirk then, gazing upon my chest of all places, and he said, his eyes dancing merrily, "Hmm, it appears that the water is slightly chilly, my love."
He would pay dearly for that.
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"I was hoping that you might seduce me."
My eyes flew to his face, and ridiculously, I blushed, summoning a smug smile to my lord's face. "Faramir, whatever shall I do with you?"
His smile broadened. "That, my dear wife, is up to you."
"And what, sir, would you do if I told you that I am unwilling to seduce you?" I asked teasingly.
If he was surprised by my words, he did not show it. "I would humble myself before you, and beg, like an obedient dog might."
I shrugged off his cloak, noting that the day was becoming quite warm now. As the garment fell from my shoulders, he watched me avidly.
I spoke. "I have not the patience to speak you soft words of poetry, nor to adorn a forgotten path through the forest with rose petals. I believe in directness, as you well know."
He nodded gravely, though his eyes yet sparkled with mischief. And so I flung myself upon him, our picnic forgotten, and crushed his mouth beneath mine as he fell back onto the cool moss. He moaned, and held onto me, as he struggled for air, before I pulled back to judge his reaction, intently searching his grey eyes.
He grinned like a besotted fool.
"What say you, Lord Faramir?" I asked him, growing more comfortable with this seeming reversal of roles.
"I am yours to command, my lady," he whispered breathlessly. "I am helpless before you, er, beneath you, as always."
"Shameless," I whispered back before I cut off any reply he might have had with another deep kiss, this one much more gentle. I let it linger, and suddenly I felt his hands frantically attempting to unfasten the back of my gown. I quickly pushed myself upright, leaving him looking somewhat baffled upon the ground.
"You are mine to command?" I asked. He nodded, slightly breathless.
"Yes, Éowyn, I said as much."
"Then I command you to lie still, and let me work!"
"As you will," he murmured, a slight blush coloring his cheeks, though he was unable to keep himself from smiling yet again. He lay in submission beneath me as his lips yielded to another of my forthright kisses. And then I stroked his face, wondering at the gentleness of his expression which was at odds with the fierce passion within his eyes. I raised myself again, and with my free hand, I reached for the topmost fastening on his black doublet and worked it loose ever so slowly, my fingers gently brushing against his throat. I loosen the remaining fastenings at a measured pace, delighting in his reaction.
I grinned as he began to hum softly, his grey eyes taking on a feverish quality as they bored into mine. The hum changed as his mouth began to form words, inaudible and disjointed at first, but then he began to form complete sentences, and I heard him murmur, "I once was a man stranded on the peak of a high, cold mountain of loneliness, freezing to death in the snow, exposed to the icy winds of isolation, but you discovered me there, and you gave me your companionship, your warm presence filling me with joy. I once was a man lost in a desert of sadness, the sun beating down upon my back as I was dying of thirst, but the cool oasis of your voice provided me relief from the never-ending heat, supplying me with a refreshing drink from the sweet fountain of your love. I once was a man drowning in despair, wave after wave crashing over my head, forcing me beneath the surface, but you pulled me from the tumultuous waves merely with your touch, cradling me safely within your arms, holding me safe in the shelter of your strength. I love you, Éowyn."
His flowery words pleased me, and I began to undo the fastenings upon his white linen shirt, and he continued, his voice growing huskier by the moment, "You have bewitched me, my lady. I am under your spell so thoroughly that I am lost in the depths of your glowing grey orbs, drowning in helpless need. Never has a man been blessed with a more lovely wife."
With a laugh, I slipped both of my hands within his shirt and lightly caressed his chest, pulling his shirt and doublet open in the process. The sun reflected upon his muscled chest and abdomen, and as I began to kiss him there, he became even more poetically delirious.
"You are the most beautiful creature upon Arda, fairer than these white lilies that stand guard around us, filling the air with their intoxicating scent. But your delightful perfume is enough to make me quite pleasantly drunk as I lose myself within it, for roses and lilacs have ever been my favorites. You, lady, are fairer than the lush green leaves of the tall trees of Ithilien, dewy in the morning, their symmetry reminding me of the perfection of your body, their shade dancing gently upon the forest floor, providing relief from the afternoon heat. You are fairer even than the pale light of Ithil as Tilion himself steers her across the heavens, illuminating the landscape, turning the darkness into a magically glowing scene, just as the light that your soul emits drives away the shadow in the darkest night."
I laughed, charmed by the poetry that tripped from his tongue as easily as the water flowed into the nearby pool. "Eru's tears, Faramir! Your tongue, though it creates beautiful language, is misused at the moment. Will you not quiet yourself and kiss me?"
His expression melted into pure happiness, and he complied, kissing me deeply, the touch of his tongue against mine thrilling me, the feel of his arms wrapped tightly around me quickening the beating of my heart, until its pace matched his own. I finally broke away from the kiss with a smile.
I trailed a light finger over his chest and purred, "Faramir? Do you think the pool is warm enough for bathing?"
"Hmm. I shall see." Gently setting me aside, he stood up. After removing his doublet and setting it aside on the mossy ground, he began with exquisitely slow movements, to pull his shirt from his trousers, then shrug it off of his well-muscled shoulders, dropping it as well.
I itched to reach out and touch his exposed flesh, but I knew that the slightest touch would probably bring an immediate end to this seductive discarding of clothing. Again, I marveled at the beauty and grace of his every movement. Everything about him enchants me, and I waited in breathless anticipation as I watched.
Ever so slowly, his hands reached to his waist, and I waited for him to continue his erotic disrobing. My eyes rose to meet his dark gaze, his grey eyes issuing a silent dare to resist him, and I knew that it was beyond my power to do so.
He smiled wickedly and reached his hands toward me, pulling me upright into his embrace, and I delightedly leaned against his bare chest. I slid my arms around his neck and pulled him down to meet my lips. The kiss was magical, speaking of love, trust and devotion, promising an eternity of absolute commitment to one another.
I would not wait another moment for him. I trailed butterfly kisses across his chest, making a hot, sensuous path with my lips to the hollow at his throat, where I felt the rapid pulse beating there, and I sensed his impatience, too. I gasped when he suddenly bent slightly, and then his strong arms captured me around my waist and in back of my knees, lifting me up.
With a sudden laugh, he sprinted toward the pool, and before I could wholly understand his intentions, he had reached the edge of the water, and with boyish enthusiasm, flung me into it. I rose to the top, gasping for air, yet amused by his actions despite being completely soaked in my favorite gown. I saw him smirk then, gazing upon my chest of all places, and he said, his eyes dancing merrily, "Hmm, it appears that the water is slightly chilly, my love."
He would pay dearly for that.