A/N: Whee!
Éowyn had fallen asleep in the crook of my arm, her head resting softly upon my shoulder, her arm flung almost protectively across my body. I softly caressed her cheek with the backs of my fingers, realizing that our time here had been wasted sleeping. I called her name softly, and she wakened, stretching languidly at my side. She tightened her arm across my chest for a moment before she slid her hand along my ribs to my abdomen, where she began to draw agonizingly slow circles upon my skin with a feather light touch of her fingertips. "Are you sufficiently rested, Faramir?"
I chuckled. "Oh, yes, my dear, though I fear that we slept much too long, for the sun is setting."
She stretched again. "A long lunch indeed," she purred.
"Mmm. The length of this lunch could rival some of the working lunches I have attended in Minas Tirith in council chambers, though the company is infinitely better. It is now dinnertime," I observed.
"I have not had dinner alone with my husband in what seems like ages," she chuckled, kissing my cheek before she sat up to fetch us some ale. "Though, alas, perhaps we should return home now, as I am certain that the household guards are probably beginning to wonder about our whereabouts."
She passed a cup of ale to me, and I nodded my thanks. "I suppose you are right, Éowyn," I said rather disappointedly after taking a sip. "I hope that you have enjoyed our time together."
Éowyn's eyes sparkled as she spoke. "This time has meant more to me than I can tell you, my lord." She drank some ale before she continued. "I hope that we might make a habit of this, in fact."
I raised my eyebrows. "Indeed? You shall not grow tired of me?"
She smiled bewitchingly. "I think not, husband. I would have to be a very stupid woman to grow tired of you." She giggled. "I like growing tired with you."
Chuckling at that, I finished my ale before I stood and gathered my damp clothes, putting them on as I came to them. When I was finished, I turned to find my still-naked wife laughing at me.
"What?" I asked in mock indignation.
"Faramir, you look like you fell into the River Anduin and decided to take up residence with the frogs on the shore. Never have I seen so much mud in one place!"
I shrugged and grinned. "If you will recall, my lady, it was you who dragged me through the mud and into the water. I had little choice in the matter."
"I would rather have tossed you in, as you did to me, but I have not the strength, husband," she tittered, drawing her sodden frock up over her hips and slipping her arms into it, before she turned, silently asking me to fasten the back of it for her. I did not refuse, knowing that this might provide me with another opportunity to seduce my lovely wife.
As gently as I could, I slipped my fingers onto the warm skin of her back, pretending to button her dress. Unable to resist her, I bent my head down toward her, brushing my lips against the side of her neck, in the sensitive spot just below her delicate ear, causing her breath to catch softly. Chuckling throatily into her ear, I slipped her gown just off of her shoulders, effectively holding her arms within the sleeves, pinning them to her sides as I slipped my hands within the bodice, capturing her lovely breasts within my gentle grasp.
She moaned softly as I caressed the taut nipples beneath the fabric. "My lord, I know not if I have the strength for this again," she breathed, and I chuckled once more.
"Fear not. I shall give you the strength, my lady."
As he momentarily removed his hands from my bodice, he turned me to face him, and I nearly stopped breathing when I saw the adoration within his stormy, grey eyes. Ever so gently he disrobed me once more, the damp gown falling easily from my body, revealing me once again to his ravenous eyes. He stepped close and drew the edge of his thumb gently across my tingling breast while his other hand held my head, crushing my mouth to his. The moan that escaped him made my knees weak, and I began to sink down upon the blanket once more, his gentle hands guiding me to a comfortable position beneath him.
When his lips finally released mine, I murmured, "Once again, we are mismatched. You are overdressed, Faramir."
"Hmm, yes, I had forgotten," he whispered, gazing into my eyes. With a graceful turn, he was lying upon his back with me atop him, and his eyes invited me to undress him at my leisure. Ah, how I love my husband! As delicately as if he had been made of spun glass, I began to unwrap my present once again, taking my time to ensure that he was receiving every bit of pleasure that I was. As I unfastened his doublet, shirt, and trousers, I brushed my fingers gently against his chest and belly, lightly kissing his many scars, thrilled by the tremors that ran through his fantastic body.
Without warning, I plunged my hand within his small clothes, and he gasped and bucked as if I had laid a hot iron against his bare skin. "Please, Éowyn," he moaned. "I cannot bear it."
"You must, my lord. I am giving you no other choice," I chuckled, as I began to rhythmically massage his member, bringing him quickly to full arousal. "Is there aught else I can do for you, my husband?"
"Oh," he moaned in ecstasy, his eyes closed, his hands reaching for me. Blindly, he brushed his hands over my belly and then one found its way between my legs. He chuckled then, as I melted with desire, going to my hands and knees over him, a moan of pleasure escaping my lips. Deftly, he rolled me onto my back, continuing his delicious massage as his other hand brushed my hair away from my face so that he might see my expression more easily.
He sweetly kissed my lips before he began to trail kisses down my throat, eventually reaching my chest, where he drew the sensitive tip of my breast into his mouth, sucking delicately at it while he tickled it with the tip of his tongue. This attention was then lavished on the other breast before his kisses trailed farther down my belly. With a quick movement of his body, his tongue replaced his fingers, and I grew frantic under his ministrations, tangling my fingers within his unruly hair, as I arched my back, drawing closer and closer to my climax.
Just before I thought I should explode from the sweet torture that Faramir was subjecting me to, he moved again, quickly positioning himself above me, his searching eyes asking permission first, which I happily granted with a nod before he plunged deeply into my body with a triumphant smile firmly upon his lips. I marveled once more at the raw power that he was capable of as he moved rhythmically within me, bringing us ever closer to ecstasy. I matched his thrusts with movements of my own, and it was not very long before I peaked with a small cry, and then he reached his own climax, spilling his seed within me with a shout of joy. When the shuddering of his body finally abated, he turned us once more, allowing me to rest upon his heaving chest as we patiently awaited our breathing and heartbeats to resume their normal rates. I laughed in delight, absolutely enchanted by this man who had so thoroughly captured my heart. No, I think that I shall never tire of Faramir, Prince of Ithilien.