**Authors Notes:
There have been some things that we have tried to keep similar to the books, however now it will go way off the books, for in the books they marry before he leaves, as an example. We hope that you like the new twists and turns that are ahead.**

WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT THIS CHAPTER!!



***************Chapter 20***************


She had been waiting and waiting for him just staring up at the ceiling. She had started the night out after he left her by changing. She had taken her time to change, making sure that she had everything just right. It was odd, she was acting as if it was her wedding night, even to the point of putting on a few extra dabs of a very special perfume that Gandalf had given her. It smelt oddly different at different times. It was as if it knew what the wearer wanted to smell or what was best. For sometimes it smelt like the roses in her garden, as it had so many times when she was in Gondor. But since she had returned the smell was different. She didn't really know what the fragrance was, but it did remind her of Gondor. She had come to believe that it changed to remind her of what she missed. While in Gondor of Rohan, while here in Rohan of Gondor. But she didn't really MISS Gondor, that was the thing. What she missed was here. Yes, soon she would miss him oven more. For he would leave in the morning. And that thought alone had her continuing on. So that now, an hour later, she was ready for him. The candles were few, leaving a soft yellow glow about the room. Her hair was brushed and the curls brought back to life with a little water and attention. She even had added a little rouge to her lips and cheeks, though she was sure that the event planned would leave enough redness to her cheeks that she didn't need it.

She looks up again at the ceiling, barely able to hold in her excitement as well as her fear. Fear that they would get caught. Because she had heard Lothiriel come in and had poked here head out to see her brother slipping around the corner. That had only been a few minutes ago. Which meant that if he wasn't careful he would get caught as her brother only just went to bed. So as she lay there, she hopes that he is actually late, though she knew that if he was late she would start to worry. She just wasn't going to be able to lay there much longer. Soon she knew that she would start to pace. Maybe it would do her good to start to pace. Yeah, that is it, she would get up.

Standing up she starts to walk around, listening at the door every time that rounds around to it. Nothing, still nothing. She was sure that the time had come and passed since he was supposed to come, however the time had not passed to when she figured it would be safe for him to leave his rooms, so she wasn't worried. At least that was what he was telling herself.

Once more she stops in front of the door and listens. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The guard was probably asleep by now, he had been almost asleep when she had poked her head out and seen her brother leaving, though he had tried to LOOK alert. Maybe he wasn't able to get out of his room. After all it was his last night here and her brother may be camping outside his door. He would have to try the window and down a few flights on the side of the building, so she doubted that he would actually do that. She loved him and she wouldn't be mad at him if he did indeed not show because of her brother. And as the minutes kept ticking she was finally coming to the realization that he wasn't coming.

She lay down on the bed, wrapping her robe around her, her head propped up on her pillows, staring at the door. Soon enough she is sleeping lightly, unable to keep her eyes open a moment longer.

He had fallen asleep without knowing it. So when he awakes, two hours later he is at first unaware that he was missing out on anything. That is until he suddenly remembers where he is and after making sure of the time he curses and jumps off his bed. He runs to the door of his room, then remembers about Eomer and he stops running. He slowly opens the door, wincing when it creaks a little. Biting his lip he looks out into the hall and sees it is deserted. Smiling slightly he closes his door behind him and then walks silently across the hall to the door of Eomer's room. He presses his ear to the door and smiles when he hears snoring coming from the room. Perfect. He walks silently down the hall and prays that he wouldn't be seen by anyone. And that Eowyn's door was unlocked. Finding that it was indeed he smiles and slips silently into the room. He closes the door and latches it so no one could walk in on them. He knew she kept it locked before so no one should think anything about it. Turning he lets his eyes adjust to the dim light of the room. He hoped she wasn't upset with him. He honestly hadn't meant to fall asleep. Curse his room for being so comfortable. He spots her laying on her side on the bed, her back to him. Walking over to her he sits on the edge of the bed behind her and reaches out to gently touch her shoulder. Then he leans close and whispers to her. "Eowyn?" If she didn't wake up, then he would just lay down with her and hold her. He could live with that. But he did hope she woke up. And that she wasn't mad at him for being late.

She hears him enter the room, having woken suddenly, unknowingly at the same time that Faramir did. So she was still awake when he opens the door. She is silent though, not moving. She had been laying there wondering at the time, knowing that a few hours at least had gone by. "Were you followed?" she whispers, not moving or anything, showing nothing outwardly that she was awake, just in case. Oh she knew it wasn't her brother, that it was her love, Faramir. She had not been able to hear him cross the room after he opened the door, and that was enough to tell her it was him instead of Eomer. Then when he leaned over her his cologne had assaulted her senses. Oh yes, this was her fair Faramir. He never used too much cologne as some men did. Some men bathed in it because they didn't bathe in water. So to kill the smell from not having a bath, they had to bathe in perfumes and colognes, hoping that the smells of them would kill the sickening stench of their sweat. She did not think less of these men, they did not do it because of lack of manners, more for lack of water. It did make her more appreciative of those that did bathe though. And right at that moment, knowing what they were going to do, she was thankful for Faramir's kindness in taking another bath so soon after his last one.

He smiles when he hears her talk. "No, my Love. He's very much asleep. I heard him snoring in his room." He rubs his hand against her shoulder, smiling when she turns over to look at him. "His door was locked as well. I think my cousin took his mind off us." He leans down over her, kissing her softly. "You look very beautiful. I apologize for being late. I......fell asleep." He looks slightly ashamed. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. Not on such an important night. It had just happened.

"That is okay, Faramir. As it was, he did not get in until a few minutes before you were supposed to be here. It was best that you wait, though I had not expected it this long, hence why I was asleep right before you came in here." She sits up, her robe falling off her right shoulder to expose the soft skin there, fore she was wearing a soft white taffeta gown with thin straps. There was a robe that went with it, but it was mostly see through and she had not wanted it that way, but rather like this. Showing just enough, nothing more. She leans in and kisses him softly, tenderly, tasting something sweet on his lips, wondering what he had recently had to drink. "Wine?" she whispers as she pulls back, offering him a glass from the bottle sitting on the night stand by her bed.

He notices her exposed shoulder and can't help but reach out to lightly caress the skin there. Her skin was so soft and smooth, and warm too. Soon he would find out just what that soft skin felt like pressed against his. He is brought out of his thoughts by her question and smiles, nodding slightly as he takes the glass from her, using the hand that had been on her shoulder. He drinks some of the wine, watching her carefully.

"You know, we do not have to do this. We can just lay together and sleep." She puts her glass down and stands up, walking away from him and stopping at the door. Hanging from the pegs by it were several different coats and articles of clothing. She stands there with her back to him, taking a deep breath as she slowly takes her robe off her shoulders. Taking another deep breath, she hangs it up. She knew that he could see all of her beautiful lacey white gown and wished she wasn't so scared. She slowly turns around, her eyes going directly to his, rushing on to repeat herself. "I mean, if you do not wish to...."

He stares at her as she goes towards the door. He takes another drink of his wine as he watches her take off her robe. When she turns around again he can do nothing more than to stare at her. She looked incredible. So delicate and desirable. And nervous. With a smile he sets his glass down and gets off the bed. He walks over to her and places his arms around her, then leans down and gives her a passionate kiss. When he pulls back he is breathing a little heavier, but he was smiling as well. "I do wish to continue, Eowyn. You are right. I am leaving tomorrow. We may never get another chance at this." He leans down and kisses her again. "I do want this. Do you?" He moves his mouth down from her lips, kissing and nibbling her neck, while his hands move over her back, lightly caressing her body through her gown.

She shivers at his touch, a low moan coming to her lips and almost escaping before being getting caught there by Faramir's lips. His lips tasted of wine now and his kiss only seemed to make the butterflies in he stomach all the more crazy. She looks at him in shock when he pulls away. "How do you do that? With one single kiss you cause in me a need that I did not know I had. I knew that I wanted your body as much as your love, but seems as if even with one kiss you have made my desire that much more then it was before." Indeed, it was if is their kissing only heightened her desire to something she didn't know existed. Could it be youth? Or their love the made complete?

He smiles and pulls his mouth away from her neck. He looks down at her and shrugs slightly. "I do not know why. I know I feel the same way though. Come. Let's get a bit more comfortable shall we?" He lets her go and takes her hand, leading her over to her bed again. He then sits down beside her when she sits down, still holding her hand. "You can stop me if you need to, Eowyn."

She shakes her head, smiling nervously at him. "Faramir, I am nervous, yes, and I am hesitant, yes. But that is because of the fact that this is new. I have never done this, as you well know. You, being a man of the world may have had many women. But I will have had only you. So you will have to be patient with me, for I am trying as best I can not to show my ignorance at this." She puts a hand nervously on his cheek, her hand shaking just a little as she leans in and kisses him tenderly.

He smiles at her, wondering if it was possible to love her even more than he already did, because he was feeling like his heart was about to burst from the love he held for her. She was so beautiful and genuine. He reaches up and takes her hand that was shaking against his cheek and moves it to his chest where his heart was beating. "You do not need to worry, Eowyn. I have not had many woman. Only two. I tell you this because the first one was forced upon me by my father. A right of passage into manhood he said. The other was nothing more than a comfort. There was no love. My heart loves you, Eowyn. You do not need to worry or fear. No one will ever take your place in my heart. It beats for you alone now. This will be my first time as well, Eowyn. For this time I will be with someone I love and who loves me." He hoped his words weren't upsetting her, but he had wanted to clear the slate so to speak on what she had called many women. He didn't want her to think he would compare her to other women he had been with. "It will be a first for both of us, Love." He smiles sheepishly now. "I pray I do not disappoint you. And that I have not upset you with my words."

His words were not upsetting her, they were actually consoling her. It was good to know that he had only been with two women in his life, and neither because of love. Granted she wished that he would not have been with any, but she was not a fool, not in these times. She smiles, a smile that falter only a little, wobbling at the corners ever so slightly, she hopes that he doesn't notice. "Neither, Faramir. I am not disappointed, rather glad that a man of your age has made it this far without many more lovers. And I am not upset because you were honest. Honesty gets you a long way with me. Honesty is a trait I admire most, especially when you fear the honest words you speak may endanger your chances at something you want dearly. It shows me the kind of character you have." She leans in and kisses him tenderly. "And the number is so small I know that I will not be held up against some more ... better then I am." Yes, even though it was only 2 women, that was 2 too many. She didn't want him to compare her to the other women, that was for sure, but she had no choice in that matter. At least she knew that with her it was with love, and hopefully that was all that would be needed to make it that much better, that much more... perfect. "My heart belongs to you as well, Faramir. It is because of that alone that I will continue on. Because I want this as much as you do." She shakes her head. "No, Faramir, I do not wish to stop. Not now, not ever. If i could hold you in my arms forever, I would. But I can not. I have to let you go tomorrow to journey back to Gondor. No matter how much I want to make you stay, it is like you and how you will have to let me go some day, to return here when you wish me at your side. And so I will take tonight and later, I will let you go, keeping you only in my heart as you will do mine." She leans in and kisses him very slowly that time. "I love you, Faramir. Never forget that."

He returns her kiss, smiling against her lips. When she pulls back he looks at her. "And I love you, Eowyn. No one can change that. Not even you." He smiles and then leans in to kiss her passionately for a moment. Well it was supposed to be for a moment, but now that he saw she wasn't upset with him, he lets his kiss get out of control. Not that he minded, and the moan that escapes from her obviously told him she wasn't minding it any either. He moves her to lay back on the bed and then he leans over her again, much like he had earlier that day when they had napped outside under the sun at lunch. But this time though he doesn't stop his hand from roaming over her body, caressing lightly through the soft material of her nightgown. He had to admit, she was perfect in every way. She smelled perfect, tasted perfect, and even felt perfect. He loved how she was smart as well as stubborn and he loved how she handled a sword. True he didn't like violence very much but at least he would know that if he was away from home, she and their children had some sort of protection. Though he hoped she would never have to risk her life for their children, or him. But if it came to that he would gladly have her standing by his side to fight.

She relaxes back against the pillows as he lays her back, a sigh escaping her lips. She wanted the kiss and his touch, she could feel the burning in her very center. She didn't know what it was and as the kiss lengthens, she can feel her skin seem to get hot, her face becomes flushed. Her hands start to move of their own accord, going over his back slowly, wanting to feel every muscle, and as the kiss becomes even longer she wants to have no material between them. She feels as if she is doing something wrong and that makes her pause in her kiss.

He feels her pause and pulls away for a moment. He looks down at her, looking a little confused himself. "Is something wrong, Eowyn? I'll stop if you want me to." He wasn't really sure why she had stopped, maybe he had done something she hadn't liked. So he waits for her answer, hoping she doesn't tell him to stop.

She looks at him and sees not only worry in his face, but love and all her fears leave instantly. She reaches up to take his head in her hands and pull him down. Whispering against his lips. "Nothing is wrong, My Love. I love you." Then she starts kissing him again, tenderly, softly, but with a bit more passion this time, a bit more .... need.

He groans softly against her lips, his own need for her evident as he returns her kiss and settles his body more over hers. When he pulls back this time he once again feels the need to taste her skin so he trails kisses from her lips down across her neck till he reaches her bare shoulders.

She was panting as he pulls away from the kiss, her heart pounding. She could hear the rushing of her blood through her veins. "Faramir, my sweet Faramir." She runs her fingers through his hair, taking deep breaths to try calm down just a little. "Oh Faramir, you taste so good." She couldn't believe that she had just said that, but she couldn't stop herself.

He smiles against her shoulder, his hand coming up to slip one strap of her nightgown down her arm a little ways, his kisses following it. "As do you, Eowyn my love. As do you." He glances up at her and smiles, then leans up and kisses her lightly before he goes back to exploring her neck and shoulders with his mouth and tongue. His hands were starting to undress her, his need to see her naked was great.

She freezes when he starts to undress her, but once more as he looks to her questioningly, she relaxes. Reaching between them she starts to untie the ties on his tunic shirt. "We need to get this off of you. You have more clothing then I do on." She smiles at him almost shyly.

He looks at his shirt and then smiles sheepishly, as if he actually had forgotten about his clothes. He sits up a little and helps her as she gets his shirt off, then he lays it at the end of the bed and leans over to kiss her again. He hoped she didn't mind that he didn't look perfect. As he had old scars and new ones. He glances at her, smiling slightly. "Better now?"

She reaches out and lightly touches a scar on his chest, a frown on her face as she looks at him questioningly. "Faramir?" She didn't know how else to ask about them, wanting to make sure that she wouldn't hurt him. "Are you okay? Should we be doing this?"

He smiles, finding her concern for him heartwarming, when in fact, she would be in more pain than him. "Only the fresh ones hurt, mostly they are just sensitive. No, Darling. I'm perfectly fine. Unless you intend to stab me." He gives her a teasing look, smiling when she laughs. "Well then do not worry, I am not hurting. My shoulder is actually feeling much better. Ah....." He closes his eyes for a moment as her hand lightly rubs over his chest. That felt incredible, even if it was just a simple touch. He opens his eyes again and smiles down at her. "Your hands are magical."

She starts to rub her hands over his chest, hoping to ease his pain, to make sure that none of it would hurt with what they were going to do. When he makes his comment, she merely nods. "They are, aren't they?" She figures that maybe she could just play it off like he was mentioning it. Not let him in on the fact that her hands were really magical. She leans up to kiss him softly.

He smiles and returns her kiss, moving over her again. "Yes they are. You should tell your brother the secret is safe with me." He smiles at her look, leaning down to kiss her gently. "I have noticed how when you massage my shoulder the pain leaves it. I know there is something more to you." He grins and rubs his hand lightly over her side as he once again kisses her with a deep passion.

She blushes when she realizes that he really had caught on. "Faramir...." But he kisses her, stopping her comment, and her mind is soon off her hands and his chest and on his kiss. She runs her hands slowly over his back, her body automatically arching up towards him. "Mmmmm," she couldn't stop the moan that was torn from her at the feelings he was brining out in her.

He smiles against her lips, his free hand slipping around to press lightly against her back, holding her up against him for a moment before he pulls his hand back and his mouth away from her. He once again uses his mouth to explore her neck and shoulders, kissing and nibbling softly. His hands caress her body through her night gown for a few minutes before once again starting to undress her.

She pushes him away from her, wiggling out from under him. "Faramir," she whispers. "Don't. Wait..." She smiles so that he knows she isn't stopping it, instead she stands up, her clothes half on and half off. She takes her robe and slowly lets it drop to the ground. Then her eyes locked with his she unties her nightgown straps at her shoulders and slowly she lets it drop. Now she stands there, totally naked, blushing, afraid of what he will say to her.

He sits back on the bed, watching her as she gets up. He smiles but then stares when she removes her clothing. She was.....beautiful. But then she was always beautiful. He would say perfect but he had already come to that conclusion. All he could think of was that he couldn't think of a word to describe what he saw before him. It was like a dream. He couldn't help thinking just how lucky he was to have her love. With a smile he holds his hand out to her, his eyes shining with love and awe and desire for her. "You look....beautiful, Eowyn. More so really."

She blushes even more, taking his hand and coming back to the bed to lay down next to him. "Now," she says softly. "Your turn." She can't seem to take her eyes off of him, unable to believe that this was actually happening.

He bites his lip a little, smiling sheepishly, his face going red. It wasn't that he didn't want to be naked in front of her, it was that he wasn't sure he was what she would be expecting. But he had to trust in her so he nods and leans down to kiss her, then he gets up off the bed and with shaking hands he undoes the ties on his leggings and then pushes them down and steps out of them. He glances at her, biting his lip again. He was naked now, and his desire for her was quite clear to see.

She looks him up and down, her breath catching as she once more looks at his eyes. "Oh Faramir." She opens her arms to him. "Come here, my Love. Come hold me. I want to feel your skin pressed against mine. Forget about tomorrow, all I want to think about is tonight. I need you. And I can see that you need me." She blushes at her words, unable to believe how bold she was.

He goes to her instantly, slipping under the covers with her and then he moves into her arms and wraps his own around her, holding her as close as she was holding him. He leans towards her and kisses her deeply, shivering at the feel of her skin pressed against his. It felt better than he could ever imagine.

She lifts a leg to rub the inside of her thigh against his hip, her tongue wrapping around his to draw it in, causing a deep moan to escape her throat. She pulls back enough to catch her breath, panting and smiling at him. "Oh Faramir! You taste so good! You feel so good!" Her hands move as if to solidify her statement, loving the feel of his body over hers. She once more moves her hands over his back, among at the feeling of his back muscles and shivering at the sensations he was causing in her.

He was laying over her now, his body pressed gently against hers. He shivers when she rubs her thigh against his hip, smiling down at her when she speaks, breathing just as heavily as her. "As do you, my Love." He leans down and kisses her lightly. Then, now that she was naked, he starts to explore her body with his mouth and hands again. After a few minutes he pulls back and looks up at her, one of his hands hovering over her breasts. He smiles as he sees her nod and then he gently lays his hand against her breast, marveling at the feel of it. He smiles when his light caress causes a shiver and moan to escape her. Feeling bold he leans down and places a gently kiss against her breast. When she doesn't protest he is encouraged and he begins raining kisses all over her breasts.

She whimpers at the feeling of his lips on her breasts, his kisses like fire on her skin. Her nipples instantly harden, and she sucks in her breath sharply. "Oh Faramir!" She can't believe that things that her body is doing and she bites her bottom lip. She better not speak his name again, she must remain silent or else someone might hear. When all she really wants to do is scream from the pleasure that he was causing to go through her body, her skin tingling from his touch. She rakes her nails along his sides, feeling him shiver from the sensation a grin splits out across her face. She would have to remember that one as well as anything she does that brings him pleasure. Because that was all she wanted to do, is bring him pleasure. So she moves her lips to his neck and kisses his pulse, her tongue flicking across the vein in a caressing manner. Yes, his skin did tastes good and she has a hard time not crying out when his lips touch yet another sensitive part of her body. She felt a tingling between her legs, something she never really had felt before, not like this at least, not with the need to feel more of him, and she did have that need. A deep burning for him to make her a woman.

He smiles and starts to memorize every little sound and movement she makes when his hands move over her body. He wanted to find any sensitive spots, ones that tickled and ones that made her moan. He gets an idea and hesitantly moves his mouth closer to her nipple. After kissing all around it he takes it into his mouth and sucks lightly on it, glancing up at her. He smiles when he feels her shiver and hears the soft moan she tries to hide. Ghod! Just those moans were turning him on. And her skin tasted wonderful. But that wasn't what was making him happy. What was making him happy was her reaction to all he was doing. And he hoped he was doing it all right.

She wraps her leg around his, intertwining her ankle with his as she moves her hands slowly over his back and across his shoulders, her lips moving to his neck where she kisses it, kissing slowly up his neck to his ear. "Faramir," she whispers ever so softly in his ear, a whisper that is full of need, of desire, letting him hear her want for him. She lets her lips move slowly down his neck again and across his shoulder where she stops, arching her body towards him, her head rolling back in the pillows, biting her bottom lips so hard she almost breaks the tender skin. Her fingers run up behind his neck and then up through his hair, holding his head to her breast and moaning. He was causing sensations through her body that she didn't dream could ever happen to a human.

The feel of her hand in his hair was something he knew he would enjoy. He moves his hand to her stomach and rubs lightly as he kisses a trail from one breast to the other. He places kisses all over it and then pulls the nipple into his mouth. This time though instead of just sucking lightly on it, he also runs the tip of his tongue around the nipple, wondering what she would do then. Really this was all new to him, he hadn't done this with the other two. Really he hadn't cared much about their pleasure. But Eowyn he cared very much for. And he wanted nothing more than to make her feel better than she ever had before.

Her other hand moves to cover his, lightly running her fingers over the back of his hand. She loved his hands, they were strong hands, hands that you knew would not only give you great pleasure but would never lead you into anything bad, but keep you safe. And right now they were giving her pleasure, a pleasure that was causing her to moan and cry out from it. She movers her hands over his body, wanting to give him as much pleasure, her thigh rubbing against his hip slowly, erotically.

He groans softly against her breast, loving the way her hands were moving over him. With the way her hands were making him feel, he wasn't sure how much longer he could control himself. His breathing was heavy as he pulls his mouth away from her breasts and starts exploring her body with his mouth. His hands were doing their own thing. One was resting lightly on the bed, helping to support his body weight, while the other was lightly caressing the thigh that was rubbing against his hip.

She arches her body automatically towards him, her need for him growing even deeper. She moans, one hand gripping his shoulder. She wanted more, she needed more, yet how to tell him without sounding loose. Finally as she moves her fingers down his back, she moves her other leg around his waist, tugging at his hips, tugging him closer to her, wanting, needing, to feel him in her. She whimpers and tightens her hold, hoping he catches her signal.

And he does. He gets it loud and clear. He moves up and over her again, smiling down at her as he leans down to kiss her. He continues to kiss her as he moves slowly into her, letting her get used to him since he had been told it could hurt the woman the first time. When he reaches her resistance he doesn't stop. Instead he plunges through and stops when he is fully inside of her. He keeps kissing her, feeling her tense suddenly under him. He reaches up and gently strokes her hair with one hand, giving her little kisses, not really knowing what to do, except to wait until he was sure she wanted him to move.

She tenses when she feels him start to enter her, holding tight to him, her breath caught in her throat. But then as he keeps going, she knows what is coming next. She had been told what to expect on her wedding night long ago by one of the handmaids who had taken a lover long before she planned on marrying. She would tell Eowyn of her exploits, telling her in detail the things they did together. But this, this so far had been so much more then what she had been told. Yet she knew what was to happen, and even so, the pain was so severe she wants to scream, yet she dare not. Instead she bites her bottom lip her whole body tightening and tensing as the tears seep from the corners of her eyes. She holds perfectly still, trying to will the pain away, till finally she can look into his eyes and nod slightly, letting him know it was okay. She lets her breath out slowly and relaxes, trying to let her body take pleasure instead of pain from the union, hoping that it would soon.

He kisses her gently, concern for her evident in his eyes. He gently wipes at her tears, kissing her closed eyes lightly. He continues to wait while she gets used to him, hating that she was in pain but knowing it was a part of it all. While waiting he takes note of how it felt to be finally joined with her in this way. It was better than he had ever imagined. And the fact that he loved her made it all the more amazing. She felt incredible wrapped around him like she was. It was taking all his self control not to move. But when she nods to him he slowly starts to pull out, watching her face for any sign that she wanted him to stop. When he gets none he begins to steadily move within her, groaning softly against her lips as he kisses her again.

When he starts to move in and out of her she feels a tingling in her stomach, her whole body seeming to be on fire. She returns his kisses with as much passion as his, letting her tongue move between his lips to play with his, trying to entice it into her mouth. She arches her body towards his, loving the feel of her breasts rubbing against his chest, the feel of his body on hers causing her to shiver and moan. She rakes her nails down his back, then slowly up his spine, the feel of him filling her completely at first painful was now starting to feel better. Even more then just better for with each thrust it was feeling more and more good, the sensation making her heart pound.

He smiles against her lips as he feels her start to respond to his thrusts. At least he knew he was giving her pleasure. He had heard women complain that this part of a marriage was no fun for them. Obviously Eowyn was enjoying this. He was returning her passionate kisses with ones of his own, his body rubbing against hers with each thrust. She felt so soft and warm under him. Comfortable really was the word, as if she belonged there. He groans against her lips, unconsciously moving his body slightly so that he may get better access with his thrusting, but not knowing that this new position would give her all the more pleasure as he hits that one sensitive spot with each thrust.

With each thrust the pain seemed to lessen and the pleasure increase till finally she could feel no more pain at all and all she could feel was pleasure. She tightens her legs instinctively around his waist, lifting one a little higher when he shifts positions. As he starts to thrust again, hitting a new spot with these new deeper thrusts she gasps, her body arching even more off the bed before falling back against the pillows and blankets. Sweat was starting to cover her body in a thin sheen as they worked to give each other pleasure, causing their bodies to slide against each other. She rolls her head to the side and captures his mouth in a passionate kiss, another gasp getting lost in his mouth when he once more goes down deep. She had never felt anything like this in her life and the newness and sensitiveness of their lovemaking was causing her body to respond in a way she had never thought it would. He was thrusting her along a raging river of pleasure, thrusting her closer and closer to her own release.

This was all a dream. It had to be. He had never felt so good any other time so yes. It hall had to be a dream. But no. It couldn't be a dream. It was all too real. Her body pressed against his, the way she moved in rhythm with him, the way she kissed him with passion. No it was all real. And his heart leapt at the idea that he had finally found someone to love and who loved him equally back. Who wanted him. At that thought he kisses her even more deeply, groaning into her mouth as he thrusts a bit harder into her. He wanted to show her how much he loved and wanted her. That was the main reason why he was not giving in just yet and ending it all with his own release. He wanted her release to come first.

And it was a release that she was on the verge of as he thrusts harder and faster into her. She feels her whole body on fire, her fingertips seem to be tingling and her body was shaking. Then with a gasp as she feels him once more thrust deep into her she can't take it any more and she is thrust over the edge. Her whole body seems to explode, lights explode behind her eyes and her body shakes and trembles, as she cries out his name, lost in the kiss they were sharing.

And her own release is his undoing as well. When he feels her grip him while he is thrusting into her it is the most amazing thing he had ever felt before. Unable to stop himself, even if he wanted to, his body tenses and he finds his own release, her name lost in the kiss along with his. Was this how it was always supposed to be like? Was it supposed to feel this wonderful. He honestly couldn't remember if his release ever had felt this good before. And he is amazed when the pleasure passes and is replaced by something just as wonderful for him, bliss. He was content and happy. With a smile he pulls away from the kiss, looking down at her as he lightly strokes back her hair. "I love you, Eowyn. That was....well I don't know. I've never felt anything so....wonderful in all my life."

She too had never felt anything like it in her life. It was like her whole being was on fire and that fire quenched just as suddenly. She looks up at him with a slightly glazed look, a smile on her lips as she nods, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. 'I know what you speak of," she says softly. Her legs relax, dropping from around his waist but not releasing his ankle, wanting to keep him close in the aftermath of their lovemaking. "I love you too, Faramir. Only with you could this have felt so wonderful." She kisses him tenderly, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. "I so love you," she whispers in his ear, kissing the side of his face.

He smiles and lets her hug him, kissing her cheek as she kisses his. Finally he moves off her and to her side. He keeps his arms wrapped around her, holding her close under the covers. He places light kisses against her shoulder. "How do you feel, Love?" He rolls onto his back when she pushes him to and smiles as she lays her head against his chest. He keeps one arm around her, using his free hand to gently stroke her hair and her arm. He loved how her hair looked all messed up like it was.

She lays her head on his chest, taking a deep breath and smiling. "I feel okay, Darling. I feel warm and loved and just fine." She rests her chin on his chest and smiles at him. "How do you feel? Any aches and pains?" Her smile turns into a grin and she reaches up to run a finger along his jaw line. "At least I will have this to hold onto when you leave in the morning."

He smiles at her, shaking his head. But then as an after thought he nods. "My shoulder is a little sore. Perhaps you could rub it a little for me? Or give it a kiss?" He looks at her innocently. "Other than that I am feeling better than I ever have before. And yes. You will have something to remember. As will I." He leans down and kisses her deeply. When he pulls back he smiles and lays his head back against her pillow. "I do not wish to leave in the morning. But being the Steward of Gondor means I have to be there to help the King. As you must stay here and help your people rebuild."

She moves to sit slightly, the blankets falling down around her waist as she faces him. "No telling my brother you know. He doesn't want you to know yet." She leans in and kisses him softly before straightening. Then she lays her hands on his shoulder and starts to massage, a heat radiating from her hands as she does, taking the pain away from him. She speaks softly as she does. "You have to leave before morning, Faramir. At least leave my bed. You can not spend the night for my brother will be checking in on me and you since it is your last night here. We can not chance being caught. We took a lot of chances to make love before you left. We can not ruin it now."

He sits up as well, giving her better access at his shoulder. "Yes I know, my Love. I will be gone. But let me at least stay a few more hours. I wish to hold you for a little while longer." He closes his eyes and groans softly as she hits a particularly painful spot on his shoulder and the pain there starts to leave. "You do indeed have magic hands. Like a King's hands."

She moves to wrap her legs around his waist, working her hands over his shoulder with love. "I don't have a King's hands." She looks at him strangely. "Why would you say that?"

"A King's hands are healing hands. Your hands are helping my shoulder more than the healing balm that was placed on the wound after the arrow was taken from it." He smiles at her, watching her carefully. "Eowyn.....you will write me? I will write to you. For even if I can not see your beautiful face every day, I wish then to read about you and your life."

She nods, leaning in and kissing him softly before leaning back again and working on his shoulder more. She could feel it working, she knew it was helping and she was glad he was letting her do it. "Well they aren't hands of a King, merely a maiden. But yes, Faramir, I will write to you. I will tell you what is going on every day and mail them often. So that you will be able to hear just what my life is like without you. Will that help you?"

He smiles at her. "It will help me greatly, Eowyn my love. It would be something I could look forward to after a long day of helping to rebuild Minas Tirith. And Osgilliath. I am going to ask the king if we could start rebuilding that city. It was always Boromir's favorite city. Even if it was rundown and destroyed in some parts."

She nods, thinking about what he was saying. 'I think that Boromir would be proud of you, Faramir." She smiles tenderly at him, leaning in to kiss his forehead before leaning back and continuing her work on his shoulder. "Then it is settled. I will write you all the time, let you know what is going on on this end and you can write me back about what you are up to."

He places his hands on her thighs, rubbing them gently as he nods. "You really think he would? I worry sometimes. Though I know I shouldn't. It always seemed I could do no wrong in Boromir's eyes. Even when I lost Osgilliath he still didn't blame me." He smiles, looking past her as if remembering something, a far away look in his eyes. When she kisses him he is brought back to the here and now. He looks at her and smiles when she asks him what he was thinking about. "I was thinking about how proud he was when I was named Captain of the Rangers. He said he always knew the people had trust in me." He frowns a little. "I wish you could have met him. I think you would have liked him very much."

She pauses for a moment what she is doing and looks at him seriously. "Faramir, I am sure that he and I would have gotten along just great because we both love you. We both believe in you very much. Not only that, but we both won't let you NOT believe in yourself. You need to realize, Faramir, that you are more then just an normal man. You are a great person and you need to stop putting yourself down. Look at what your brother and I both think of you, far more then your Father. So keep that in mind." She then starts to massage his shoulder for a few more minutes. "How is that doing?" She would keep going until all the pain was gone, then she would lay with him for a little longer.

He smiles at her, his love for her shining in his eyes. "It is feeling much better, thank you, Love." He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her right up against him so he could kiss her deeply. When he pulls back he smiles at her, keeping her close. "I will try harder not to hear his voice in my mind. But it is hard. I have lived with it for over 30 years. I am hoping though that his voice is replaced by your kind words."

She rests her forehead against his, her arms tight around him. "That is my deepest wish as well. That you will no longer hear him, but hear me or your brother. Remember the words he had to say." She kisses him tenderly. "Remember that I love you very much and I believe in you."

He smiles as he returns her kiss. "I do believe you, Eowyn. I know I am a good man. I know my father loved me in his own way. I just need to remember those things when I am feeling low." He leans in and kisses her, his hands rubbing gently against her back. "And remember that I love you, Eowyn, and I would never trap you." He smiles at her.

Her hands lightly caress his shoulders as she listens to him, nodding slightly. "Just you remember that, Faramir. When I am not around, you remember that. And if you can't, then read my letters, because it will have more of the same." She kisses him softly, then sighs. "I don't want you to go." She tightens her hold on him, laying her head on his shoulder. "I know we still have a little time, but it still seems to be looming so fast. And I do not want to chance anything either. I do not want to chance getting caught. I want to remember this forever."

He rubs his hand against her back, then reaches up to gently stroke her hair. He loved her hair. It felt so soft. "Well I do not have to leave yet. I do not think your brother will awake anytime soon. And if he does there is always the closet. Or perhaps under your bed." He smiles and kisses the top of her head.

She shakes her head, pushing him back onto the bed. "You are in it for the danger, aren't you? You want to see if you can get caught." She then lay down on top of him, resting her head on his chest, her legs intertwining with his as she just lays there listening to his heart.

He smiles at her, kissing the top of her head as he runs a finger slowly up and down her arm. "Actually no. I want to see if I can be here and not get caught. Then I will know whenever I come to visit what the limits will be." He grins, tightening his arm around her. "Eowyn, thank you. For this time. For giving yourself to me. I do not think of you as loose or easy. I think you love me enough to give yourself to me and I thank you for that." He kisses her lightly, then smiles. "Besides, like my mind keeps telling me, if we are to be married, there should not be a problem with what we just did."

She kisses his chest, then rests her chin on it, smiling into his face. "Faramir, one day I hope we are married, for it will only be you that I give this to. And you will know that you were always the first and the last. For in my heart is where you will always stay., And should something happen that keep us apart, we will always have tonight." That was the one reason she had done this, one of the biggest reasons. Because of all that was out there, he could die at any moment. If they were not to marry tomorrow, then they would at least have this.

He smiles and kisses her gently. "Do not worry my Love. I do not believe King Elessar will want me to go anywhere without my guard detail. I am after all, the last of my line of Stewards." He smiles as a thought hits him. "Unless of course a miracle happens and a child is made tonight." He kisses her softly. "But I do not think this will be our only time together, Eowyn. I foresee many many years with you as my wife. I also see many children. I would very much like a few shield maidens. And a few rangers."

She returns his kisses, her smile never leaving her face as she gazes at his, seeing the love there, knowing her love for him is reflected in her own eyes. She didn't think she could be happier then she was at that moment. "Oh Faramir, do not speak such! We are not to wed for a long time, it would not be a miracle to have a child born of tonight. You would get a desperate letter begging for your immediate return and marriage if that were the case. For if my brother were to find out, then it might be the last of the line. I would be a disgrace to him and he would no doubt disown me. No, as much as I love you, we must hope that nothing like that has happened. But later, later when we are wed, yes, many many children." She kisses him a little more passionately then she indents, panting slightly when she pulls away. "We must not start this again." With a grin she lays her head back down on his chest.

He smiles at her. "And I would return to marry you if such was the case. But I would hope that instead of your brother, it would be you to tell me you are with child. For you would most likely know much sooner than he and we could just use the excuse we could not wait any longer to be wed." He returns her passionate kiss, smiling at her when she speaks. "We could start it again. I do not see your brother rising before the sun." He laughs when she smacks him lightly on the chest. "Yes yes. Alright. Best not to get caught then. Perhaps we should sleep a little while?"

She grins and nods. "Yes, lets sleep a little. And maybe, if you are good," she cuddles against him. "Maybe we could start up before you have to leave. But remember, I want you out before the sun comes up. I can not chance having him catch you." She gazes lovingly into his eyes. "And you know that I would tell you before my brother, unless he somehow found out."

He smiles at her and nods, leaning down to kiss her lightly before he lays back again. "Yes I do know that. It is what I am counting on incase it does happen." He stretches out beside her, yawning a little as he closes his eyes and holds her close. "Well then if we are to do this again a nap would be nice." He smiles and opens one eye to look at her, then closes it. "I will awake before sunrise. Goodnight, Eowyn my love."

She cuddles against his chest, sighing softly. "Goodnight, Faramir my Love. You better wake before the sun, as you have wore me out." She yawns, wore out, but in a very good way.

He smiles to himself, sighs softly as his mind goes over just how happy he was at the moment. He had the love of the most perfect woman. That was really all that mattered to him at the present time. With a yawn he slowly drifts off to sleep, knowing he wouldn't have a nightmare tonight. He was with Eowyn.

She doesn't fall asleep until after he does, listening to the beat of his heart under her ear, wrapped in his arms. She sleeps soundly, dreaming of their time together in the future. She only prayed that they would indeed have a time together. For she feared something would happen to him to stop that. At least she would always have tonight.