**Author's Notes:
WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT!!!**


***************Chapter 32***************


Faramir stands and watches her as she goes to the door, an amused little smile on his face. She looked so beautiful the way she was looking at him. He could pretty much tell what it was she wanted. And by Valar he wasn't going to disappoint her. But....he wanted her to ask first.

When she comes over to stand in front of him and places her hand against his cheek he sighs softly and closes his eyes, relishing the feel of her warm, soft hand on his cheek. Even that simple touch was cherished. He opens his eyes when he hears the last part, a slight grin appearing of his face. He had been silent this whole time, just watching her. But not anymore. "It would be my pleasure....literally." He smirks a little, then pulls her close and kisses her passionately, holding her tight for a moment before he begins to undress her. His need for her was great. He had been so afraid he would arrive to find her still gone, or at the worst, no longer in love with him. And even though he would be civil and step aside if it was what she wanted, it would still have broken his heart. But now, now he knew she was his. And that was what he needed, her love, to heal him of his past, to give him something to look forward to in the future.

Eowyn grins mischievously at him at him as she runs her fingers through his hair at his temples, pushing it back from his face. With her legs wrapped around his waist it brought her head higher then his and she holds on as he start to walk towards the bed with her, smiling down into his face. "Literally, huh? At least you are not making a Lady ask twice." She kisses his forehead, sighing softly as she then rubs her cheek against it. "Oh Faramir, I have missed you so much. OOMPH!" She has the wind knocked out of her and she laughs, smiling up at Faramir from where he had just tossed her on the bed. She reaches up for him. "Come here, Faramir. Come here and let me tell you how scared I was that I would never see you again." She had been too. She had been so scared but she had had Boromir, so at least she hadn't been alone.

She pushes thoughts of Boromir out of her mind, thinking now was NOT the time to be thinking of her future brother in law. Especially when she was about to make love to her future husband.

She moans softly when he lowers himself on top of her, her arms instantly going around him as her lips seek out his to kiss him passionately. She lets her hands explore his back, breaking from the kiss to look at him in astonishment. "If I didn't know you better, my Love, I would think that you were practicing those kisses of yours." Her voice lowers, becoming thick with passion as she continues to gaze into his eyes with open, loving, passion filled eyes of her own, she gets out, "I have dreamed of kissing you again. But I never dreamed they would be this good."

He grins down at her, shaking his head. "You never paid any attention to my kisses before, Eowyn. That is why they seem so much better now." He kisses her again, passionately and deeply, before pulling back and lightly caressing her cheek. "I was worried, Eowyn. I...had nightmares before you went missing. I had that same dream. And then I received the letter and well I am sure Elessar will not be very happy with his Steward when he returns." He smiles slightly and shrugs. "I left care of the land with the Queen. Though I am sure she could take great care of it." He smiles sheepishly and when she just laughs he smiles all the more. "Do not laugh. I could be out of a job soon. Then what will you do? Hmmmm? You will be stuck with a archer who used to be a Ranger, and then a Steward and now would be just your husband." He gets a very thoughtful look on his face. "Hmmmmm.....perhaps that would not be such a bad life." He looks down at her and smiles. "I could let you take care of me. I would not have to do a thing." He laughs as she smacks him and then pushes him onto his back, giving him a playful glare as she climbs on top of him. He grins and puts his hands on her hips. "You did not let me get to the best part, Love. I would also be with you. I would live here. In Rohan with you. If I had no obligations in Gondor." He smiles up at her. "See. It would be perfect."

She shakes her head slightly. "I do pay attention to your kisses," she insists. Taking his hands from her hips, she pins them over the top of his head, causing her to lean over enough that she is half laying on top of him now, a mischievous glint entering her eyes suddenly. "Hmmmm, I like this! I have you between my legs," she tightens her thighs as if to make her point, "right where I want you, and I am in control," she squeezes his wrists slightly. "And now you need to be punished for saying that I never paid attention to your kisses before. Next you will be saying that I am only noticing now because I have been kissing random men or something." She laughs, shaking her head at him.

The smile that touches her lips is all for him, the love shining through her eyes were also for only him. None of them were given because of guilty feelings, for she honestly did not think she should feel guilty for anything, as naive as she was. The kisses she shared with Boromir had never turned to the burning, gut wrenching, soul searching kisses that they had shared and were going to share. She knew that she cared for Boromir, but once again there was no guilt for that love, as she sees him as her lover's brother, not as a future lover. Yet somewhere in the back of her mind she starts to store certain feelings and images, as well as questions. Questions she didn't want to answer at a time like this. She should NOT be wondering if it felt the same way to have Boromir trapped between her legs as it did Faramir, the obvious answer that indeed it would be different as Boromir was bigger also crosses her mind in that same instant and she shoves everything into a small box, locking it and tossing it into the back of her mind for the night, her resolve to just have fun with Faramir and only Faramir finally concurring any tender feelings that may or may not be starting in her heart, locking them away for good for the night. It all happens silently and within the span of all of 30 seconds, gone and locked away almost before it had even started.

"I think that if you were to move to Rohan and give up your life as Steward of Gondor, you would grow to hate me in our old age," she says softly, still not releasing his hands and her mind fully back on him and what he had said. "It would not be perfect, my Love. That is your life, and it will soon be mine. In that I mean that I will one day soon move to Gondor and be a Steward's wife for 3 weeks out of the month." She leans down and kisses him passionately, a groan getting lost in his throat as it is wenched from her own throat. Her hands loosen on his wrists as the effect of the kiss takes a hold of her. For it did not matter who started the kiss, soon enough their souls were often involved in them, their bodies already caught.

She pulls away suddenly, breathing deeply, her eyes glazed as she looks down at him. That is how she stays for a full minute, trying to catch her breath. Finally she speaks.

"This is your last chance." She pants a bit more till she realizes she didn't know what she meant. So she lets go of his wrists and sits up and back. She was kneeling, sitting on his thighs, her hands resting on his abdomen, both of them almost fully clothed. He had started to undress her, but had only gotten as far as untying the lacing down the front of her dress before they had moved to the bed. "Last chance to stop now and not make love." She can't help but laugh at the look he gives her. "I am not worried that Eomer will come looking for either of us and find us as such.... Had you not noticed?" She grins slyly at him. Indeed so far he hadn't said anything about it,how before they were so very careful. And she had not told him in a letter about Eomer, that was something she didn't trust to a letter. "I am not worried because the door is locked and if he comes looking, which I doubt, you will not loose your head, he will not break the door down. If he knows we are in here he will leave us to be and meet up later." She can not help it, she blushes. It didn't matter how bold she was, she was still a Lady and what happens causes her to blush. "You have a right to know that Eomer knows what we did." She reaches quickly to cover his lips. "I will not go into it now, later, when I have time to explain it all, just so you know, we do not have to run around and hide, afraid that he will catch us or something worse. He knows. He found out. And the person that told him had been taken care of. Now," she puts up her hands, the action causing the laces to loosen even more in front to the point that her breasts were finally completely exposed to his view, "last chance to get away from me."

He smiles at her, watching her as she speaks. He shakes his head, about to tell her she was wrong but stops when she kisses him. He returns her kiss, a little groan of his own echoing hers. When she pulls back and looks at him he reaches up and touches her cheek gently. His eyes were shining with his love for her, as they always were when he looked at her. Could he love this woman anymore than he already did? Probably. He already knew he would die for her. That was a given as he had always been the loyal kind. Maybe that was why he had always done exactly as his father had wanted, or anyone else. And why he never argued when his father called him a failure. He starts to feel that guilt and depression he always felt when he remembered his father. But now was not the time to be feeling that way. He pushes all those thoughts into the back of his mind, this was going to be a happy time. Not a time to dwell on the past.

When she says this was his last chance he looks shocked but also confused. When she repeats the sentence but adds that it was his last chance to make love to her he smirks and shakes his head. As if he would give up a chance to make love to her. But then he wonders if they should stop. After all, it was the middle of the day. Eomer was awake. He is about to say as much when she speaks and tells him Eomer knew. He has the good grace to blush. When she finishes speaking he smiles and shakes his head. "I should expect then to have a fist with dinner tonight?" He grins when she shakes her head. He then rubs his hands up and down her sides. "Away from you? Why would I wish that?" He slides his hands up and pushes her dress off her shoulders and down off her arms so the material falls down around her waist. He then runs his hands down and over her breasts. "I do believe I would like to stay right where I am."

She look at the dress around her waist and then back at him and can't help but smile. "Yes, it would seem that you do want to stay there. But," she starts to gather up all the material around her waist and wiggles slightly as she pulls it all up. "Help me, Faramir. You started it, you finish it. You have it all around my waist and this will not do." She laughs, having fun while he helps her get the folds of material up around her breasts and finally they get part of it over her head, but find only half of it off and grumbles, wiggling more until finally she tosses her dress to the side of them with a slight huff, blowing a loose strand of hair up from in front of her eyes. "There, that is better!" She was now sitting on his legs again, but instead of the dress, she wore nothing more then a pair of very delicate lace panties. "I am glad that you decided that you could not live without me, because I know a woman who thought she would never get to do this again." She grows serious suddenly and leans down, her breasts resting on the soft material of his tunic as she reaches between them and starts to pull it out of his pants. "I do not know what I would have done if I had never seen you again, Faramir. If it was not for your brother, I think that I would have gone mad, even in that short period of time."

He smiles and sits up a little, helping her with her dress. He lays back down while she tosses her dress aside. He can't help but shiver and then sigh slightly at the sight of her. She always seemed to look more beautiful every time he saw her. And now more than ever. He smiles when she leans down, his arms going instantly around her. "Oh Eowyn, you do not need to worry. Soon we will be together and no one will be able to keep us apart." He sits up a little, helping her get his tunic off before he lays back down and pulls her with him, holding her close as he kisses her deeply.

She gives him a come hither look, batting her eyelashes at him as she runs her fingers down the center of his chest. "Then I will try not to worry, Faramir. I will try till we could not to. But it is not easy. In my letters I told you of how I was counting the days until I could see you again, but did I tell you how I was thinking I could not make it?" She takes his hands and puts them on her breasts, letting him cup her breasts. "I need to make love to you now so that maybe I will be able to get by until the next time we are together."

He smiles and lightly rubs his thumbs against her breasts, watching her as she speaks. "So then what is stopping you?" He gives her a playful smile, then quickly he wraps his arms around her and flips her over onto her back on the bed, being careful of her wrist. He did not want to cause her any pain. He smiles down at her, using his body to keep her pinned to the bed. "Do you really miss me that much while I am away?" It was meant as a playful question but his eyes betray his need to hear her say it once again. That she had missed him.

She shivers when she feels his hand against her breasts, his touch meaning so much to her, not just a touch but a connection. A connection to her soul as well as to her body. So that when he flips her over and asks her about missing him she nods instantly. "Oh yes!" She reaches up and cups his cheek with her good hand. "I have missed you so much, Faramir. More then what I said," she says as she leans up and whispers it, as if sharing something special between just them, then falling back on the pillow and moving her hand from his cheek between them. It wasn't easy but she starts getting him undressed. "If you asked me to, I would get up and leave, not touching you again." She looks at him again, this time her eyes pleading with him. "But please do not ask, because I need to make love to you. I need to know that you are real, that this is real." At that her hand slips into his britches and she grasps his member tenderly, leaving no doubt exactly what it was she wanted in her.

The second her hand touches him he shivers, unable to hold in the soft groan that escapes his lips. That was all the encouragement he needs. In seconds he has the rest of his clothes off, and hers, and is back into bed with her, resting his body lightly over hers. "I would never ask you to leave, Darling." He leans down and kisses her passionately for a moment. When he pulls back he smiles down at her. "I love you far too much. To ask you to leave and not touch me would be like to ask for a whipping. Actually, I would much rather bare the whipping than to never feel your touch again." He leans down and places kisses along her neck and shoulder, smiling at her when he straightens again. "I very much like the feel of your hands on my body, Eowyn. You need not ask to touch me. You may do as you wish."

Her nipples hard against his chest, a tingling radiating from her womanhood and go through her whole body. "I love you too, Faramir." She moves her hands all over his body, wanting to touch everything she could, her body starved of his touch. Her neck arches as she feels his lips at the base of her throat, groaning deeply as she grips his shoulders.

When he straightens to look at her again she blinks, her eyes locking with his as well. "Then do not make me ask you twice to take me." She licks her lips slowly. "Take me, Faramir," she breaths ever so softly. "Take me and make me yours once again."

He slowly grins, leaning down close. "I did not mean to make you ask me twice." He hears her laugh softly as she gets the little joke, before her laugh is replaced with a soft moan that he echoes as he thrusts slowly into her. He kisses her gently, stopping for a moment before he pulls out and then thrusts back in. A smile forms on his lips as he listens to her soft moans. He loved the way he could make her make those sounds. He knew they were just for him and would always be just for him. At that thought he gives her a very passionate kiss, one filled with love and also gratitude. But mostly love.

As she feels him thrust into her her whole being seems to explode. She feels a tingling through out her whole body, starting at her very core and working outward. Each of his thrusts brought her more pleasure and she moves her legs to tighten around his waist, instinctively tightening her body around him, massaging and milking him, letting him feel every touch as he continues to thrust into her, giving her a great pleasure as she feels every inch of him buried deep in her.

"Faramir," she cries softly in his ear as she moves her hands over his back and across his shoulders. "OH Faramir, I have missed you so!" She leaves hot little kisses across his temple, moving down to his lips where she kisses him deeply. "I do not know if I can be parted like this again. It may take the promise of a union such as this the moment we reunite to get me to leave your sight ever again.

He returns her kisses, one arm moving around her so that her could hold her close while also having a better leverage to thrust into her. His other hand comes up to lightly run a finger across her cheek, a loving smile on his face. "If I could I would have you with me every minute of every day. And someday soon I will. For we shall be married, and even though you are to go to Edoras every month, I would wish to go with you." He kisses her again, resuming thrusting into her, having stopped so he could speak clearly to her. For he found whenever they made love, he was always distracted by the way her her body felt against his, or the way she gripped him, or kissed him or the way when she was really into it she would rake her nails down his back. Oh he liked that. True, this was only their third time making love, but the first two times he had been very observant, wanting to find out exactly what she liked him to do to her, and what she did while he was making love to her.

She whimpers softly a few times, his words as well as his actions causing the emotions and feelings that were coursing through her body. "Oh Faramir!" She holds him tight, sucking in her breath sharply suddenly. She doesn't move for a moment and then she starts to move with him again. She had to be more careful for she wasn't paying attention to her broken wrist. She had jarred it when she gripped him tighter and she ignored the swelling it caused. She would tend to it later, right now all she wanted was him. Almost instantly her thoughts are off of her wrist and onto his body.

She nips his neck with her teeth, growling as she licks the spot, careful she doesn't break the skin when she bites him again, this time a little harder. She had heard his groan of pleasure and all she wanted was to cause more pleasure.

Her free arm moves around his back again, pulling her body against his, her nails digging into his back as she kisses his neck, moving her lips along it until finally she was sucking on his bottom lip before kissing him deeply.

What was she doing to him? That bite on his neck had been painful but it was the nice sort of pain, actually it had given him pleasure. That was something he hadn't experienced before, which was why he had let that slightly louder groan escape. He hadn't meant to be loud but it was a new sensation for him. He slips his arm down, wrapping it around her lower back and holding her body up against his. This in turn caused her to have her body rubbing up against his and he in turn would rub against her clit each time he thrust into her. It was a little hard to thrust into her this way, but it also didn't feel bad at all to him. And by the way she was shivering against him and moaning those soft little moans of hers, he could tell she wasn't minding it at all. He returns her kiss, breaking it only to take a quick breath before he is kissing her deeply again, his tongue probing the inside of her mouth, seeking out her tongue.

Her small little moans were indeed from pleasure, from a pleasure she never thought she would feel in her life. When he changes so that he was rubbing against her clit with each thrust it had done something to her. For one it had sent her almost instantly to the brink of an orgasm as she tries to get a grip on the sensations washing through her. For another it was making her tremble, almost violently in fact, the sensations being so new and so intense, things she had never felt before, things she hoped she would feel many many times in the future. "OH FARAMIR!" she gasps against his lips, her heart pounding in her throat. Her free hand digs into his shoulder as she whimpers again, her leg tightening around his waist as she rips herself form the kiss to lay her sweaty forehead against his shoulder, their sweat mingling, his smell intoxicating.

He smiles and moves his mouth to her neck, unaware of what he was truly doing to her. All he knew was that she liked it and he wasn't about to stop doing something she liked. He nips lightly at her neck, continuing to thrust into her, his free hand coming up to play with her breast, caressing it lightly while also massaging it. He brings his tongue out and runs it up the side of her neck, he loved the taste of her skin when she was covered in sweat from their lovemaking. He moves his mouth to her ear and nibbles lightly on her ear lobe, before whispering softly to her. "I have missed you, Eowyn my Love. More than you will ever know."

She was panting now, afraid if she breathed too hard she would break her whole being was on fire, her nerves on end, knowing what was about to happen and half afraid of it. "If it is anything like how I have missed you," she pants, her words peppered with deep moans. "Then I have an idea." And as he thrusts deep into her again she tightens her body around him, her fingers flexing as she arches back, her body lifting off the bed. She barely stops herself from screaming, shoving her good hand into her mouth to bite down hard and stop from screaming, but it was the wrong thing to do. By doing so it leaves her other hand to clutch at his back and it was too weak for such an action. The pain causes an explosion behind her eyes as she instantly drops her arm from around him and she falls halfway back just as he thrusts into her again. What happened next she never would really be able to say for it all seems to happen at once. His deep thrust brings him in contact with a sensitive spot within her and the instant his hard member touches it her whole body explodes in the most intense orgasm she had had before. Granted, she had been lucky for the other two times she had made love to him she had been blessed with an orgasm, he had made certain of that. And they had been good, very good. But this was different. This was as if every nerve ending was suddenly ablaze from a fire started with molten steel. And just as suddenly she is dunked into a glacier bath to put out the fire. The ending result was every nerve ending in her body, every muscle, every bone, tingled and twitched from a pleasure she could not describe, that she would never be able to describe. It is so intense that she almost faints. If it weren't for the stabbing pain that had starting the instant she re-broke her write, she would have fainted. As it was when she grips him to catch herself, thus causing him to press unknowingly against a very sensitive spot she didn't know she had, thus causing the subsequent pleasure and shock at which time she had tried to catch herself and her wrist had twisted just right.

She does not scream out from the pain, she does not say a world, she clings to him with body arms as wave after wave of pleasure flowing over and through her, her heart pounding against his chest as she presses it against him so that he can feel every beat and every tremor and hear every moan of what he had just caused her.

He doesn't know all this is happening to her, he was too concerned with holding off long enough for her to get pleasure, so when he feels her stiffen and tighten around him he can't help the groan that escapes his lips. She was so tight at that moment that it was hard to move within her, but he does and that is his undoing. That and the fact that he had desired her since leaving her. All that pent up sexual frustration and her gripping him so tight causes him to lose control and he manages to thrust deep into her before he lets go himself, spilling his seed into her. He collapses on top of her after a moment, but then is instantly off her when he hears her gasp in pain. He frowns deeply. "Did I hurt you?"

She shakes her head, closing her eyes so that he wouldn't see the tears there, hoping he thought the wetness on her cheeks were because of their sweating. "No, my Love. You did not hurt me." She rolls her head to the side, her wrist starting to swell, she can feel it, swelling under the splint and causing even more pain. "But I did something that was rather stupid of me. You caused something in me..." she looks at him in awe and wonder, questions written all across her face. "I know what it was you did, in that I mean I know that you did what you always have, you made sure that I was pleasured before you took your own. But this time, this time Faramir, it was.... explosive. I know no other way to describe it." She smiles tenderly at him, still panting, trying to get her breathing and heart beat to return to normal. "However, because... " She blushes and pushing him onto his back with her good hand she rolls to lay across his chest, looking down into his face. She would be blunt, they were to marry, why be shy. "Faramir, when you caused whatever you did... you were thrusting so hard and fast, and I wasn't thinking, I took hold of you with my bad hand to pull myself up more against you, and it hurt. I started to fall back and ... well.." she blushes anyway, smiling. "BOMB! Just like that! I don't know what you did but you hit a spot.. in me.. that ... that..." That was it, she couldn't do it, she wasn't brought up this way! She buries her head in the crook of his neck, blushing a deep red, unable to believe that she had been speaking such. ":Let's just say that it caused more pleasure then I had ever felt," she mumbles against his neck, her voice muffled but he can still understand her. "I don't know how it happened but then I jarred my wrist somehow and the bloody thing is broken now." She ends with a sight, looking into his eyes, tears now clearly visible in her eyes and on her cheeks.

He looks at her, his arms wrapping around her. He frowns when she tells him about re-breaking her wrist, but he also has a hard time keeping a smile off his face. She'd also just told him he had made her feel something no other man had. So he couldn't help having his ego stroked by that one, something he did need. He reaches out and takes her arm with the broken wrist and pulls it into view. He sees it was swelling badly and winces. "May I?" He gestures to her wrist, indicating that he wanted to see where the break was. "I will be as gentle as I can, Love." When she finally nods he very gently takes the splint off her wrist, he then sits up and puts a pillow on his lap. "Rest it there, Eowyn." He reaches up and moves his hair out of his eyes and then starts to gently probe her wrist, looking for the break. He was doing this for two reasons, one, he knew how to fix broken bones, and two, he wanted to ease her of her pain and embarrassment at having to tell him how he made her feel. Though she didn't need to feel embarrassed. He was touched really. To know he did something right and made her feel that good. Least he wasn't a failure in bed. He pushes those nasty thoughts away. He would not dwell on the past. He finds the break, smiling slightly as he sees it was a clean on, easily fixed if done right. And he had had plenty of practice. "I can fix this, Eowyn. One learns quickly how to set broken bones when he doesn't want other's to know of them. And it helped my men." He doesn't elaborate on what he meant by having learned by fixing his own broken bones. He didn't feel the need to explain it to her. Instead he doesn't wait for her to protest, he just takes her wrist and giving it a quick twist and then another movement and he moves the bones back together again. He then quickly puts the splint back on and then gathers her into his arms, having heard her scream of pain when he had set her wrist again. And she was trying not to cry but he knew that had to hurt. He'd been in her place before.

She actually had been doing pretty good considering that the pain in her wrist was getting worse. That was until he re-broke it again, that bit of pain causes her to scream before she can stop herself. She moans and puts her head in the crook of his shoulder again. This was just too much for her. If she didn't know better.....

When she stops crying she pulls away enough to kiss him. "Thank you, Faramir. Even though that didn't sound like a thank you, it was. She gives him a lopsided smile. "Marriage to you will never be boring, that is for sure." She kisses his forehead, then the top of his nose, them his lips. "I wish I didn't have to get up. But I do, we both do. Get up and get dressed and start getting ready." She looks outside the window. Indeed! It was getting late in the afternoon. Where had all the day gone?!

"Where did the day go?" She laughs, unable to stop herself even with everything that had happened so far.

He smiles and stretches, then wraps his arms around her and returns her kiss. "I would say it went with our leisurely activity." He smirks, then kisses her once again. "Must we? I would much rather stay here, with you." He smiles at her look. "Yes yes. Alright. But.....oh! We could bathe together. Could we not?" He was grasping at straws now. For some reason he didn't want to let her go just yet.

She doesn't even think twice, she nods, for she too wanted to spend more time alone together. "I see no reason why not. Though you will have to hide for a little while, just while the bathe is drawn is all." She leans in, kissing him softly. "I will call for Monica or Tawnya." She kisses him again, leaving kisses between each word. "You...can...hide... under... the... bed... while... she... draws... the... bath... then... we... can... bathe... together..." She takes a shaky breath, glad to have gotten the cry out after he had re-set her wrist, though she must have cried for a good hour and she felt she had wasted that time, even if it had not truly been. She shivers, suddenly cold as the sweat from their lovemaking starts to dry on her body.

He smiles at her, looking amused. "Naked? I would come out looking like I was attacked by some sort of dust colony." He grins and then laughs when she smacks him. "Yes yes. Under the bed is fine. But will they not ask when they notice how you look? And your bed?" He smiles innocently, watching her, though this time he was expecting the hit she would most likely give him.

She groans and shakes her head. "You can wrap one of my blankets around you, or a sheet. As for me, that is not a problem. Once you are under the bed I will change into something, as if I was taking a nap, muss my hair up. Now to just soak and I will be back."

He smiles at her. "And what of my clothes? Shall we just leave them laying all over?" He sees her look and ducks, laughing. "Yes sorry. I shall get dressed, then hide under your bed." He laughs as she smacks his arm again. Then he smirks and rolls her onto her back, pinning her down to the bed, but always being careful of her wrist. "Hit me again, and I will have to tickle you to your death."

She rolls her eyes him, playing with him as she puts a hand to her forehead. "No no, please, say it is not so." She says each word clearly, in a monotone, as if bored. She looks at him as she raises a brow in question, going along with this.

He straightens, kneeling between her legs. He might look silly, seeing as he was naked. But he didn't mind. he was with her. With his arms crossed over his chest he just looks down at her, a look on his face that said he was waiting for something and she should know what it was. He was waiting for her to smack him so he could tickle her.

She looks up at him as he kneels there, thinking and bringing her finger to tap at her chin. "Well there is on the one hand," she picks up what looks like his undershirt. "there are a bunch of clothes that we need to sort out." She giggles, loving him as she tosses it at his chest which wasn't hard to miss since he was only a few inches from her for one. "And we need to get you into clean clothes as drying out is hard when you have wet clothes on."

He smirks and grabs his shirt. "Yes and we both need to bathe. Perhaps I should just go to my room and have my bath there." He gets off the bed and drops his undershirt, then picks up his leggings and pulls them on, turning to look at her. "I must say though, you do make a very nice sight naked and spread out on your bed."

She gets up and grabs his boots, tossing them under the bed with a smirk. "It looks like your boots are under my bed and since your boots are there and since you can't run around here without your boot, it looks like you are stuck here until after our bathe, then you can leave." She turns with a smirk, but it is quickly wiped off her face. She had turned too fast and the whole room starts to spin and before she can even open her mouth to call for help, she is down and out.