Boromir takes the cup from her and drinks down some of the liquid, shaking his head as he sets the cup down. "I am glad you had no problems, Love. Soon you should never have no problems again, for you will be a Lady. Which means you will have your own servants and handmaidens." He smiles at her and then starts to eat, not realizing just how hungry he was until he had eaten the first bite of food. "I do believe I am getting my appetite back."
Monica frowns, pushing the food around on her plate. "I do not know, Boromir." She reaches out and lays a hand over his. "I do not want servants. Maybe later, when there is more then just you and me, but if it is just us.... I do not want them." She looks down at her food, dropping her hand from his. No, she didn't feel right having them, because she still felt like one. And it would be wrong, so wrong.
He looks at her and smiles. "Then we shall have no servants. Though...that might be slightly hard. Since if we have to live in Minas Tirith, it will have to be in my house that I bought when I became General-Captain. There are servants there. Not many, a few cleaners and a cook though. Really all they do is tend to the house. And cook just prepares the food." Unknown to him but his house was half in ruins thanks to the attack on Minas Tirith and the servants had been called up to war and the men had died while the old cook had been killed by Orcs in the siege on the first and second circle. So actually he had no servants. And half a house. But he didn't know that.
She reaches out for his hand again. "Then if that is the case I do not want to put anyone out of work, so we will keep them." She starts to eat finally, smiling at his statement. "I am glad, because you have not had much of one lately and I have been worried." She nibbles at hers, her appetite gone as she thinks about leaving. "I will have to go back to my quarters sometime tonight and pack." She didn't want him to go with her, she didn't want him seen down there, it would only make things worse for her, but how was she to tell him that?
He looks at Monica and smiles. "Yes. And after dinner I will have to lay down because I need to." He winces again as he stretches out one of his legs, his knees felt stiff and painful. He looks up at her. "Before you leave, would you perhaps....give me a massage. It would help me sleep." He smiles at her, using his good hand to eat while she held his other. He could feel she was holding it and he could move his fingers slightly, he had noticed that a few days ago, but other than that it still laid dead.
She smiles, nodding. "Of course I will, Boromir. You do not need to ask in a manner as if I would say no. You know that I would never deny you something. Would you like me to get Lady Eomer to give it to you though? She may be able to help you more if you are really hurting bad." She didn't mind anymore, having Eowyn help him, because she knew who had his heart. She did, and that thought makes her smile.
He smiles at her, shaking his head as he uses a piece of freshly made bread to wipe up some of the sauce on his plate. "No. I wish for you to do it. I do enjoy the massages you give me." He eats the bread, the last of his meal. He had eaten quickly, purely because he had been so hungry.
She smiles at him and holds out another piece of bread. "Would you like some of this?" She then reaches for the other covered dish on the tray and smiles as she takes the cover off. There were some fruits, cut and peeled that had a light powdering of sugar on them, making a nice sticky sauce. "Especially for you from Theresa." She puts the dish in front of him and works on the rest of her meal. "If you insist, then I will do it."
He smiles at her, taking the bread from her. Like his brother, he had a weakness for fresh bread. Both brothers would eat it with every meal. He looks at the bowl she pulls the cover off and sighs, smiling. "You must thank her for me. I have not had this dish in a long time. It may be simple, but it is a great treat. My mother always had something like this for my brother and I, before she died that is. She would make it herself. Sometimes she would even add fresh cream to it." He eats the bread, then picks up a spoon and begins to eat the fruit. "Care for some? And I do insist."
She shakes her head. "No, please, I am full really. And she sent that for you." She gets up and walks around to him, leaning down to kiss him softly before she starts to put her plates on the tray. "It is her way of saying thank you for taking me as a wife. You should expect more little treats meant only for you from now on." She can't help but laugh softly at that. "She has raised me since I was 13 and wondered into this town. She is the reason that I am working here in the first place. She keeps me safe and I keep her happy." She pauses what she is doing and looks at him sadly. "Her own daughter works in another village, far from here, they don't see each other as much as either would like. So I am sort of a fill in. Not as good, but it helps her get by." She continues to put the rest of her stuff on the tray, taking a seat when she is finished and waiting.
He smiles. "I will have to thank her then when or if I see her." He finishes the dessert and pushes the empty bowl away with his good hand before looking at her. "Yes, now I am full. That was a very nice dinner. I thank you for having it with me, Monica."
She smiles, holding her hand out to him. "Then come with him, Dear. I believe you asked for a massage." She smiles softly at him, taking his hand and leading him over to the bed. "Lay down." Once he is laying down with his shirt off and down to his underpants, she moves to straddle his bottom, her bottom resting on the back of his thighs, as she picks up the oil by his bed and dribbles it over his back. The she starts to slowly massage his back, leaning into the movements. "How is that?"
He sighs softly, very much liking what she was doing. "Very nice." He groans softly, unable to help himself. What she was doing was making him feel quite good actually. And his mind was filling with thoughts of just what he wished to do with her.
She keeps working on his back, smiling as he moans. "Well that is helping it would seem. And at least with me going with you, you will not have to be on that trip alone. I can help you before bed when we break camp at night."
He grins slightly, looking over his shoulder at her. "Does that mean that you will be sleeping nearby then?" Without really unseating her, he turns over onto his back, smiling up at her.
She laughs as he turns over but she remains on his thighs. "You shouldn't do that, you know." She dripples oil over his chest and leans down and starts to massage it. "Yes, I will be sleeping nearby. I mean, I guess. I do not know where I will sleep."
He smiles at her, his good hand rubbing her thigh lightly. "You may sleep beside me then. I do not think anyone will protest it. Unless you do."
She stutters a little, her hands faltering. "By you? You said near you." She shakes her head. "I could not lay beside you. I am sure that it is the same there as it is here and that would not be looked on kindly. It would look as if you bought me, not asked me to come." She frowns, not wanting to look bad to his people. She already had the wrong impression here, the tongues of the gossips wagging already tales that were not true of her. She would be safer at her real home then here if they thought she was bought. Of course she would be safe no where if anyone found out where she was from.
He looks at her, frowning. "But you are to be my wife. If you do not sleep at my side, then where shall you sleep? And it will be just you and I with Faramir, Eowyn, Faramir's guard, and Gandalf. It is not as if we were laying beside each other naked."
She frowns, sighing. "Wouldn't I then be laying in the same tent as Eowyn? And you with the men? I just do not want to have us look bad, Boromir. I can run from Rohan, I will be unable to run from Gondor." She didn't know how to make him understand that she didn't want him to look bad, that he would look as if he had taken a whore as a wife and she was not one. She was a lot of things, but she did not sell her body, she gave it to him freely.
He smiles at her. "Yes, you are right, Darling. But you will promise to ride with me will you not? Or at least beside me? Faramir has promised to purchase a horse for me. And I am sure once he learns of our engagement he will insist on getting you a horse as well. And if not then I will get you one." He smiles at her. "As I will not have my wife walk."
She pauses her massaging his chest and smiles down at him. "Yes, my sweet Boromir, I promise that I will ride with you. I see nothing wrong with that as I normally ride on the carts." She blushes and looks at his chest, shrugging slightly, her voice lowering to almost a whisper. "I do not know how to ride." She looks at him shyly, hesitantly. "So it is either ride in front of you or ride on a cart. With so few going, we will not be taking a cart I am sure." She chews on her bottom lip. "So it will have to be in front of you or in front of the guard."
He smiles up at her, his hand still on her thigh. "Darling, you will ride with me then. No one will think anything of it. And besides, as I said before, it is just family and good friends who will be travelling with us. No need to worry."
She nods, sighing with relief. "Then that is what I will do. We will not worry about it any more. But I do need to go soon and pack. I do not know what all to bring, I guess what I have, which is not much. Just a few clothes and a few little things." She laughs softly. "I guess it is good I am poor, we do not have to haul a bunch of stuff with us."
He smiles. "I do not have much here either. Just a few changes of clothes that were made for me." He frowns a little then. "I do not even have my beloved horse. I left him in Rivendell."
She really was starting to like what his hand was doing to her thigh so she starts massaging him again to get her mind off of it, though it was hard. "Do not fret so, Dear." The word was coming more easily to her lips but each time she said it, it sent a shiver down her spine, or was that his hand, she didn't know so she rushes on. "I am sure that we could make a trip to Rivendell and get your horse, if it is that important to you. I do not know a lot about horses. I know that some are faster then others, I know that some are bigger and stronger, but other then that, could you not get another one that is just like it?" She doesn't look at his face now, she looks at her hands, trying to concentrate on what she was doing.
He smiles at her, trying his best to keep his mind off the fact that he was no longer in pain. No actually he was feeling quite good. And it was all because of the massage she was currently giving him. His hand was still lightly rubbing against her thigh, in a light caress. "I could get another horse. My father has a nice sized herd of them back home.....well no. Faramir does. But from what Faramir has said, I do not think there is many left. If there were he would simply have one sent from Minas Tirith. You see my horses, I gave them as a parting gift to Faramir and his rangers. As I myself did not need any horses but one. Mine. And father kept his horses for himself. Father loved to ride but business with the council kept him from it. So he instead would breed the Rohirrim war horses with the less grand Gondorian horses. Eowyn's horse is of that stock. Faramir's horse is a pure Rohirrim stallion. As was mine. I think father gave Faramir that horse because Faramir's first horse was killed in battle. So father felt he needed a better horse. One that would not die so easily. It proved a smart move." He laughs. "I am boring you. As I meant to say, Rohirrim horses are much better horses than Gondorian horses. That is why I wish for my horse. That and because I miss him. He was a great friend."
She takes his hand off her thigh and with both of his hands clasped in front of her, she leans her head forward and kisses them. "Boromir," she holds them to her chest, rubbing the backs of his hands, keeping them off her thigh while still caressing his hands. "You are not boring me with talks about horses. I can see just how much you care for them. Have you ever thought, since you do not wish to be a Steward that you could breed horses. I mean, it is just something that just hit me, but what about it? Your face," she pulls his hands to her own face and kisses them again before finally letting them go, placing one on each of her thighs while keeping her hands covering the backs of his hands, rubbing her thumbs over them, "lights up like a bright summer morning when you speak of the horses. It fell when you spoke of your missing horse. You seem to know so much, so why do you not take your knowledge of the breeds and make more of them. Breed some even more mightier war horses?" She smiles down at him lovingly.
He raises a brow as he listens to her suggestion. "A horse breeder. Hmmmmm I am not sure. It sounds like it could work. I suppose we will have to see what happens when we return to Gondor." He smiles at her, again rubbing his hand against her thigh. "I suppose it all depends on if Aragorn wishes me to stay Captain-General of Gondor or not."
She frowns, tilting her head to the side as she looks down at him. "Captain-General? I thought that you said you would not be a solider again? That you were incapable of doing that because of your knees and your arm?" It wasn't that she didn't want him to do it, it was that she just didn't understand. He had said that he wouldn't be doing it and now it sounded like he would be. If he said that about that, would he really not take the Stewardship from his brother? She is worried as to what he was thinking now. She didn't want him to fight, suddenly she felt very selfish.
He smiles at her, seeing the worry. Do not worry, my Love. I would still be unable to fight. But though I can not wield a sword in battle, I can still help the armies and lead them." He takes her hand and pulls until she is leaning down over him. Then he leans up and kisses her deeply.
She relaxes when he starts to kiss her that deeply. So far he had never kissed her like this and it caused her whole body to go weak and numb. She ends up relaxing against him, laying there on top of him, weak, her heart pounding in her chest, her whole being seeming as if it was going to explode. She had never been kissed like this and as he deepens it she automatically parts to lips to allow him, a shiver going through her and reaching her very soul.
He wraps his good arm around her, continuing to kiss her deeply. Eventually though he has to pull back, for air. Breathing heavily he looks up at her, a smile on his face. "Hmmmmmm....yes. I think I will be very happy with you, Monica."
Here eyes were glazed from the passion that had just gone between them. "I have never felt anything like that before, Boromir," she whispers so very softly. "It was... it was... I have never felt like that. There was a tingling in the pit of my stomach!" She looks down between them her hand going to the top of his stomach. "Right there is where I felt it. It tingled and radiated all the way out." She then lifts her eyes to his face and instantly she is blushing from the look he gives her.
He grins as he looks at her, feeling very proud of himself for making her feel that way, though he never had any complaints from women before. "I am glad you liked it. Would you like to try it again?" He gives her a cute innocent look, hoping she would say yes, because he liked kissing her. Unlike when he had kissed Eowyn, this time he had felt something.
The blush deepens but now her eyes never leave his. "Yes, please," she says, her voice deep from the desire he was fanning inside her. "Boromir, would you kiss me like that again?" She reaches between them to lightly cup his face in the palm of her hand.
Boromir smiles. "I would be more than happy to." He turns his head and kisses the palm of her hand, then he smiles and leans up to kiss her when she leans down again. He kisses her with a deep passion, much like he had before, but this time he rolls her over onto her back and leans over her, using his good arm to hold himself over her.
She moans, her body reacting to his automatically, a shiver going through her all the way down to her toes. She had never felt like this before, it was all so new, all so exciting. She felt as if her body were alight and he was blowing on those tender flames. She moans, arching her body up towards his, a tingle starting at the core of her womanhood, and radiating outwards. A tingle she had never felt before and it makes her gasp and her toes curl. She drags her hands down his back, pressing her palms into the hard muscles. "Boromir!" Her tone is shocked as indeed she should be as he was doing things to her she had never felt before.
Even with his disability he still knew what to do to make a woman melt. And he could do it too. So when he pulls back from the kiss he grins down at her, loving how she said his name. "I am glad you are enjoying this. Perhaps you would like more?"
She nods, now completely unable to talk. In fact she didn't know if she would ever be able to talk at this rate. Her heart was pounding, there was a brightness in her eyes that he had yet to see before, and her lips where dry as she gazed back up at him. "So this is what all the fuss is about," she says breathlessly as her eyes lock with his and she feels her heart swell with love for him that she has no more room and it tumbles out, totally encompassing her whole being. "Boromir........"
He smiles and kisses her again. Then something hits him. Yes he desired her greatly, but even he would not do something without the woman's permission. Pulling back he leans back, sitting up. "Monica? How much do you know of.....matrimonial duties in the bedroom?"
She was enjoying his kisses too much that it takes awhile for her to realize he what he was talking about. When she does, she turns white as a sheet, looking down between them, not to see the item in question, but to just look anywhere but at him as she spoke. "I know what I am supposed to do when the time comes," she whispers almost too softly he could barely hear her.
He smiles and lays his hand on her thigh. "Yes. I am sure you do. What I meant to ask is....well no. I meant to ask if you knew what to do. Now I need to ask you if you would like to stop this here. I am sure you have noticed my reaction." He smiles sheepishly and shrugs. "I am sorry if I am embarrassing you. I usually would not ask these things. But you are special and I do not want this to be like before."
She looks at him questioningly. "Before? What happened before? If you don't mind me asking." She knew what to do, having been told a very long time ago by her real mother. But being told and doing were two different things. As it stood right now, her knowledge was minimal, mostly consisting of seeing farm animals and once she walked in on the butler and the upstairs maid in the library. Of course that hadn't been very detailed, but she did get a chance to look it up in a few books in the library. But they were mostly technical types. She locks her eyes with his, straightens her shoulders, takes a deep breath and finishes quickly. "Yes, I see what you mean about a reaction, and I know a little about what you are talking about. I know how things are supposed to work." She keeps looking at him even though now her cheeks were a deep crimson from embarrassment. "Yes, I want to stop before we lay together, because I want that to be kept for marriage." She licks her lips, finding it did no good.
He smiles and nods. "Then we shall stop. For anymore of this and I would have no control left." He lays down beside her on his side. "Before? Oh. Yes. I meant......well I will not lie to you, Monica. I have bedded with other women. But I can assure you, there will be no more. I am nothing if not loyal to those I love. That and I do not see myself wanting any other woman in the future."
She lay there listening to him and she feels hurt that he had not told her before for some reason. "Are any of these women still a part of your life? "
"A few are friends. But I do not know what has happened to them. I have not been back to Gondor." He frowns slightly when she pulls away from his touch. "What? What have I done?" He had told her of them. Wasn't that what he was suppose to do? Be honest with her?
She stiffens when he says that they are friends. He has ex lovers as FRIENDS! She doesn't know what to think or do and when he asks what he has done, she shakes her head. "Nothing," she whispers back. How was she supposed to say 'You are friends with your ex-lover.... and that hurts me.' He would think she was petty and picky when it came to those details. When in fact she just didn't want to know who he had made love to.
He watches her carefully, noting how stiff she looked and that she would not look at him. So he makes her. He takes hold of her chin with his good hand and turns her head so she was looking at him, then he leans down and kisses her lightly. "You are upset. And I am not a stupid man. I know it is because of what I said. You need not worry, Monica. I will not choose another over you."
Because she is forced to she looks into his eyes, not returning the kiss, but not pulling away either. It still wasn't right, they were his friends. "If I were not pure, if I had a lover, how would you feel to know that I was still friends with him, even with our marriage coming up?" She hoped she would get the point across. How would he feel if she had one of her old suitors coming round to call on her even after they were married, knowing what he did about the man...? But she doesn't know how to express herself, so she finally just says something she knows sounds childish and selfish but she doesn't care. "I don't ever want to see you with them again. I mean I never want to see you two under the same roof as each other. Because I don't want to accidentally run into something that isn't finished."
He gives her a shocked look as he hears what she says. He frowns just a little. "Monica...I can not do that. They are my friends." He thinks of her question. Would he feel jealous? Yes and no. He would want to keep her away from the man but he would also have to realize that Monica could be trusted. That he had to trust her to make the marriage work. He sighs deeply. "I can not promise you that you will never see me with them, Monica. One is on the council. Others work in Minas Tirith. Do you not trust me? I would never cause you grief. Or betray you. You may trust me if you wish." He gives her his best smile, hoping she would give in.
It dawns on her that she should just shut up and be happy with it the way he had to offer it, she was lucky he was marrying her. She was not a Lady, she was nothing more then a servant and she had to remember that and not think she had the right to demand such things.
She looks down, sadness now touching her face. "I am sorry, Boromir," she says softly, and she truly was, a thing that was clearly written on her face. "I should not have demanded something like that. It was not right. You have a right to whom ever you wish as your friends." She looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes bright but tear free. "You are right, Dear. I do trust you." And she did, she didn't think he would honestly hurt her for no reason, not intentionally. It was she that had to be careful in the trust department, though she had given him no reason not to.
He frowns, seeing she was hurt. He didn't like that look on her face. "Monica, if it bothers you that much, then I shall do as you ask. But you need not worry. I may be friends with them but what I had with them was over long ago. And besides, I am no longer the man I was then. Before I left to join the Fellowship, I did not want a wife. I simply wanted the pleasure of a woman." He winces and rolls onto his back. His arm had fallen asleep under him and now it was all tingly. "But now, I wish nothing more than to have a wife and children. And I wish for you to be my wife. So...if you wish it of me, I will stay away from them." He smiles as another thought hits him. "Or you may accompany me everywhere I go. There for when we see one of my lady friends, you may...state your claim to me." He grins a little. That didn't sound half bad actually. He wouldn't mind having someone possessive of him, like Eowyn was of Faramir.
She was laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling when he mentioned accompanying him and she is instantly rolling over and laying on top of him. If it was in doubt the difference in their sizes before, it was plain to see for both of them. She lay there, her whole body easily stretching down he length of him. As she rests her elbows on his chest, her small feet just touching his knees she grins mischievously down into his face. "I can go with you? Everywhere?" She lightly brushes the hair from his forehead, tucking it lovingly behind his right ear before doing the same on his left side. "And you will not stop me?" She bites her bottom lips before going on. "No joking with me, Boromir. You are going to let me travel with you? You won't leave me at home all alone? And if I run into one of these... women," she makes a face as if she is about ready to throw up, "I can say or do anything I want?" Oh she wouldn't start a fight and have a brawl like a savage. No. But she would tell them not so nicely to keep their hands off of him.
He smiles and wraps his arm around her, resting his hand on the small of her back. He was glad she was agreeing to this idea. He did not wish to give up good friends just because they were women and he had bedded with them in the past. So he would compromise. He would allow her to come along with him where ever he went. Though he wouldn't mind one bit. He wanted to spend all his time with her. "Yes. You may go where ever I do. That is unless you are with child and the healers say you must not get out of bed or leave our home."
She laughs, leaning down and kissing him soundly. There was definitely going to be some interesting times ahead. "I am a very hearty person, Boromir. I do not think that even the healers will get me to stay in one place for very long. Even pregnant." She kisses him again. "I guess that I am getting used to the titles. 'married' 'wife' 'husband' 'wedding'. And my favorite word so far. 'Love'." Definitely that was the best word she had had to used in the last few hours.
He smiles and returns all her kisses with ones of his own. When she pulls back again he smiles more and nods. "Ah so you are the type to not listen to orders. No wonder Eowyn had you as a handmaiden. Partners in crime so to speak?" He grins, teasing her, which showed in his eyes.
She shakes her head, reaching up to tuck the hair behind his other ear before kissing his forehead. "Not really, but she knows that she can tell me something and I will not go tell the king." She frowns then, sighing and resting her cheek on his chest, her eyes sad, though he couldn't see. Normally she was trusted...till she told Eomer about the stuff recently... about Boromir.
He keeps his arm wrapped around her waist, yawning softly. He was starting to get tired. After all, he'd had a very long day. When he hears her sigh he brings his hand up and lightly strokes her hair. "Is there something wrong, Monica? You can tell me if there is. Perhaps I could help."
She lifts her head, not having seen the yawn but feeling it. "Boromir, you are tired, it is time for you to get some sleep. I will see you in the morning." She gets up slowly, climbing off him until he stops her. She shakes her head. "Boromir, you need sleep. We have had a busy night." She caresses his cheek tenderly. "I fell in love recently and tonight I got that love returned. I am afraid that it was all a dream. I need to go to sleep and wake up and have you still smiling at me in the light of the new day the way you smiled at me moments ago. I will meet you at breakfast. Okay?"
He grabs hold of her arm to stop her, frowning slightly. "Wait." When she speaks of needing her rest he sighs but smiles. "Alright. But will you do one thing for me before you leave?" He waits for her to nod and then smiles more. "Will you sing that song for me that you used to sing when I first came here?"
She blushes, looking down at his chest. "You heard me?" She glances up at him through her lashes and blushes even more when he nods. She had thought he was out of it. He seemed to be at the time, that was why she had sang to him. It was usually when he wasn't doing good and she wanted to calm him.
She goes to get off him but once more he stops him and she ducks her head slightly, but once more nods. "Okay," she whispers. "I will sing to you. Then you have to go to bed. I should not be sitting on you, because you should be sleeping, but I can see that you won't let me. So..." Then with another deep breath she starts to sing to him.
Monica frowns, pushing the food around on her plate. "I do not know, Boromir." She reaches out and lays a hand over his. "I do not want servants. Maybe later, when there is more then just you and me, but if it is just us.... I do not want them." She looks down at her food, dropping her hand from his. No, she didn't feel right having them, because she still felt like one. And it would be wrong, so wrong.
He looks at her and smiles. "Then we shall have no servants. Though...that might be slightly hard. Since if we have to live in Minas Tirith, it will have to be in my house that I bought when I became General-Captain. There are servants there. Not many, a few cleaners and a cook though. Really all they do is tend to the house. And cook just prepares the food." Unknown to him but his house was half in ruins thanks to the attack on Minas Tirith and the servants had been called up to war and the men had died while the old cook had been killed by Orcs in the siege on the first and second circle. So actually he had no servants. And half a house. But he didn't know that.
She reaches out for his hand again. "Then if that is the case I do not want to put anyone out of work, so we will keep them." She starts to eat finally, smiling at his statement. "I am glad, because you have not had much of one lately and I have been worried." She nibbles at hers, her appetite gone as she thinks about leaving. "I will have to go back to my quarters sometime tonight and pack." She didn't want him to go with her, she didn't want him seen down there, it would only make things worse for her, but how was she to tell him that?
He looks at Monica and smiles. "Yes. And after dinner I will have to lay down because I need to." He winces again as he stretches out one of his legs, his knees felt stiff and painful. He looks up at her. "Before you leave, would you perhaps....give me a massage. It would help me sleep." He smiles at her, using his good hand to eat while she held his other. He could feel she was holding it and he could move his fingers slightly, he had noticed that a few days ago, but other than that it still laid dead.
She smiles, nodding. "Of course I will, Boromir. You do not need to ask in a manner as if I would say no. You know that I would never deny you something. Would you like me to get Lady Eomer to give it to you though? She may be able to help you more if you are really hurting bad." She didn't mind anymore, having Eowyn help him, because she knew who had his heart. She did, and that thought makes her smile.
He smiles at her, shaking his head as he uses a piece of freshly made bread to wipe up some of the sauce on his plate. "No. I wish for you to do it. I do enjoy the massages you give me." He eats the bread, the last of his meal. He had eaten quickly, purely because he had been so hungry.
She smiles at him and holds out another piece of bread. "Would you like some of this?" She then reaches for the other covered dish on the tray and smiles as she takes the cover off. There were some fruits, cut and peeled that had a light powdering of sugar on them, making a nice sticky sauce. "Especially for you from Theresa." She puts the dish in front of him and works on the rest of her meal. "If you insist, then I will do it."
He smiles at her, taking the bread from her. Like his brother, he had a weakness for fresh bread. Both brothers would eat it with every meal. He looks at the bowl she pulls the cover off and sighs, smiling. "You must thank her for me. I have not had this dish in a long time. It may be simple, but it is a great treat. My mother always had something like this for my brother and I, before she died that is. She would make it herself. Sometimes she would even add fresh cream to it." He eats the bread, then picks up a spoon and begins to eat the fruit. "Care for some? And I do insist."
She shakes her head. "No, please, I am full really. And she sent that for you." She gets up and walks around to him, leaning down to kiss him softly before she starts to put her plates on the tray. "It is her way of saying thank you for taking me as a wife. You should expect more little treats meant only for you from now on." She can't help but laugh softly at that. "She has raised me since I was 13 and wondered into this town. She is the reason that I am working here in the first place. She keeps me safe and I keep her happy." She pauses what she is doing and looks at him sadly. "Her own daughter works in another village, far from here, they don't see each other as much as either would like. So I am sort of a fill in. Not as good, but it helps her get by." She continues to put the rest of her stuff on the tray, taking a seat when she is finished and waiting.
He smiles. "I will have to thank her then when or if I see her." He finishes the dessert and pushes the empty bowl away with his good hand before looking at her. "Yes, now I am full. That was a very nice dinner. I thank you for having it with me, Monica."
She smiles, holding her hand out to him. "Then come with him, Dear. I believe you asked for a massage." She smiles softly at him, taking his hand and leading him over to the bed. "Lay down." Once he is laying down with his shirt off and down to his underpants, she moves to straddle his bottom, her bottom resting on the back of his thighs, as she picks up the oil by his bed and dribbles it over his back. The she starts to slowly massage his back, leaning into the movements. "How is that?"
He sighs softly, very much liking what she was doing. "Very nice." He groans softly, unable to help himself. What she was doing was making him feel quite good actually. And his mind was filling with thoughts of just what he wished to do with her.
She keeps working on his back, smiling as he moans. "Well that is helping it would seem. And at least with me going with you, you will not have to be on that trip alone. I can help you before bed when we break camp at night."
He grins slightly, looking over his shoulder at her. "Does that mean that you will be sleeping nearby then?" Without really unseating her, he turns over onto his back, smiling up at her.
She laughs as he turns over but she remains on his thighs. "You shouldn't do that, you know." She dripples oil over his chest and leans down and starts to massage it. "Yes, I will be sleeping nearby. I mean, I guess. I do not know where I will sleep."
He smiles at her, his good hand rubbing her thigh lightly. "You may sleep beside me then. I do not think anyone will protest it. Unless you do."
She stutters a little, her hands faltering. "By you? You said near you." She shakes her head. "I could not lay beside you. I am sure that it is the same there as it is here and that would not be looked on kindly. It would look as if you bought me, not asked me to come." She frowns, not wanting to look bad to his people. She already had the wrong impression here, the tongues of the gossips wagging already tales that were not true of her. She would be safer at her real home then here if they thought she was bought. Of course she would be safe no where if anyone found out where she was from.
He looks at her, frowning. "But you are to be my wife. If you do not sleep at my side, then where shall you sleep? And it will be just you and I with Faramir, Eowyn, Faramir's guard, and Gandalf. It is not as if we were laying beside each other naked."
She frowns, sighing. "Wouldn't I then be laying in the same tent as Eowyn? And you with the men? I just do not want to have us look bad, Boromir. I can run from Rohan, I will be unable to run from Gondor." She didn't know how to make him understand that she didn't want him to look bad, that he would look as if he had taken a whore as a wife and she was not one. She was a lot of things, but she did not sell her body, she gave it to him freely.
He smiles at her. "Yes, you are right, Darling. But you will promise to ride with me will you not? Or at least beside me? Faramir has promised to purchase a horse for me. And I am sure once he learns of our engagement he will insist on getting you a horse as well. And if not then I will get you one." He smiles at her. "As I will not have my wife walk."
She pauses her massaging his chest and smiles down at him. "Yes, my sweet Boromir, I promise that I will ride with you. I see nothing wrong with that as I normally ride on the carts." She blushes and looks at his chest, shrugging slightly, her voice lowering to almost a whisper. "I do not know how to ride." She looks at him shyly, hesitantly. "So it is either ride in front of you or ride on a cart. With so few going, we will not be taking a cart I am sure." She chews on her bottom lip. "So it will have to be in front of you or in front of the guard."
He smiles up at her, his hand still on her thigh. "Darling, you will ride with me then. No one will think anything of it. And besides, as I said before, it is just family and good friends who will be travelling with us. No need to worry."
She nods, sighing with relief. "Then that is what I will do. We will not worry about it any more. But I do need to go soon and pack. I do not know what all to bring, I guess what I have, which is not much. Just a few clothes and a few little things." She laughs softly. "I guess it is good I am poor, we do not have to haul a bunch of stuff with us."
He smiles. "I do not have much here either. Just a few changes of clothes that were made for me." He frowns a little then. "I do not even have my beloved horse. I left him in Rivendell."
She really was starting to like what his hand was doing to her thigh so she starts massaging him again to get her mind off of it, though it was hard. "Do not fret so, Dear." The word was coming more easily to her lips but each time she said it, it sent a shiver down her spine, or was that his hand, she didn't know so she rushes on. "I am sure that we could make a trip to Rivendell and get your horse, if it is that important to you. I do not know a lot about horses. I know that some are faster then others, I know that some are bigger and stronger, but other then that, could you not get another one that is just like it?" She doesn't look at his face now, she looks at her hands, trying to concentrate on what she was doing.
He smiles at her, trying his best to keep his mind off the fact that he was no longer in pain. No actually he was feeling quite good. And it was all because of the massage she was currently giving him. His hand was still lightly rubbing against her thigh, in a light caress. "I could get another horse. My father has a nice sized herd of them back home.....well no. Faramir does. But from what Faramir has said, I do not think there is many left. If there were he would simply have one sent from Minas Tirith. You see my horses, I gave them as a parting gift to Faramir and his rangers. As I myself did not need any horses but one. Mine. And father kept his horses for himself. Father loved to ride but business with the council kept him from it. So he instead would breed the Rohirrim war horses with the less grand Gondorian horses. Eowyn's horse is of that stock. Faramir's horse is a pure Rohirrim stallion. As was mine. I think father gave Faramir that horse because Faramir's first horse was killed in battle. So father felt he needed a better horse. One that would not die so easily. It proved a smart move." He laughs. "I am boring you. As I meant to say, Rohirrim horses are much better horses than Gondorian horses. That is why I wish for my horse. That and because I miss him. He was a great friend."
She takes his hand off her thigh and with both of his hands clasped in front of her, she leans her head forward and kisses them. "Boromir," she holds them to her chest, rubbing the backs of his hands, keeping them off her thigh while still caressing his hands. "You are not boring me with talks about horses. I can see just how much you care for them. Have you ever thought, since you do not wish to be a Steward that you could breed horses. I mean, it is just something that just hit me, but what about it? Your face," she pulls his hands to her own face and kisses them again before finally letting them go, placing one on each of her thighs while keeping her hands covering the backs of his hands, rubbing her thumbs over them, "lights up like a bright summer morning when you speak of the horses. It fell when you spoke of your missing horse. You seem to know so much, so why do you not take your knowledge of the breeds and make more of them. Breed some even more mightier war horses?" She smiles down at him lovingly.
He raises a brow as he listens to her suggestion. "A horse breeder. Hmmmmm I am not sure. It sounds like it could work. I suppose we will have to see what happens when we return to Gondor." He smiles at her, again rubbing his hand against her thigh. "I suppose it all depends on if Aragorn wishes me to stay Captain-General of Gondor or not."
She frowns, tilting her head to the side as she looks down at him. "Captain-General? I thought that you said you would not be a solider again? That you were incapable of doing that because of your knees and your arm?" It wasn't that she didn't want him to do it, it was that she just didn't understand. He had said that he wouldn't be doing it and now it sounded like he would be. If he said that about that, would he really not take the Stewardship from his brother? She is worried as to what he was thinking now. She didn't want him to fight, suddenly she felt very selfish.
He smiles at her, seeing the worry. Do not worry, my Love. I would still be unable to fight. But though I can not wield a sword in battle, I can still help the armies and lead them." He takes her hand and pulls until she is leaning down over him. Then he leans up and kisses her deeply.
She relaxes when he starts to kiss her that deeply. So far he had never kissed her like this and it caused her whole body to go weak and numb. She ends up relaxing against him, laying there on top of him, weak, her heart pounding in her chest, her whole being seeming as if it was going to explode. She had never been kissed like this and as he deepens it she automatically parts to lips to allow him, a shiver going through her and reaching her very soul.
He wraps his good arm around her, continuing to kiss her deeply. Eventually though he has to pull back, for air. Breathing heavily he looks up at her, a smile on his face. "Hmmmmmm....yes. I think I will be very happy with you, Monica."
Here eyes were glazed from the passion that had just gone between them. "I have never felt anything like that before, Boromir," she whispers so very softly. "It was... it was... I have never felt like that. There was a tingling in the pit of my stomach!" She looks down between them her hand going to the top of his stomach. "Right there is where I felt it. It tingled and radiated all the way out." She then lifts her eyes to his face and instantly she is blushing from the look he gives her.
He grins as he looks at her, feeling very proud of himself for making her feel that way, though he never had any complaints from women before. "I am glad you liked it. Would you like to try it again?" He gives her a cute innocent look, hoping she would say yes, because he liked kissing her. Unlike when he had kissed Eowyn, this time he had felt something.
The blush deepens but now her eyes never leave his. "Yes, please," she says, her voice deep from the desire he was fanning inside her. "Boromir, would you kiss me like that again?" She reaches between them to lightly cup his face in the palm of her hand.
Boromir smiles. "I would be more than happy to." He turns his head and kisses the palm of her hand, then he smiles and leans up to kiss her when she leans down again. He kisses her with a deep passion, much like he had before, but this time he rolls her over onto her back and leans over her, using his good arm to hold himself over her.
She moans, her body reacting to his automatically, a shiver going through her all the way down to her toes. She had never felt like this before, it was all so new, all so exciting. She felt as if her body were alight and he was blowing on those tender flames. She moans, arching her body up towards his, a tingle starting at the core of her womanhood, and radiating outwards. A tingle she had never felt before and it makes her gasp and her toes curl. She drags her hands down his back, pressing her palms into the hard muscles. "Boromir!" Her tone is shocked as indeed she should be as he was doing things to her she had never felt before.
Even with his disability he still knew what to do to make a woman melt. And he could do it too. So when he pulls back from the kiss he grins down at her, loving how she said his name. "I am glad you are enjoying this. Perhaps you would like more?"
She nods, now completely unable to talk. In fact she didn't know if she would ever be able to talk at this rate. Her heart was pounding, there was a brightness in her eyes that he had yet to see before, and her lips where dry as she gazed back up at him. "So this is what all the fuss is about," she says breathlessly as her eyes lock with his and she feels her heart swell with love for him that she has no more room and it tumbles out, totally encompassing her whole being. "Boromir........"
He smiles and kisses her again. Then something hits him. Yes he desired her greatly, but even he would not do something without the woman's permission. Pulling back he leans back, sitting up. "Monica? How much do you know of.....matrimonial duties in the bedroom?"
She was enjoying his kisses too much that it takes awhile for her to realize he what he was talking about. When she does, she turns white as a sheet, looking down between them, not to see the item in question, but to just look anywhere but at him as she spoke. "I know what I am supposed to do when the time comes," she whispers almost too softly he could barely hear her.
He smiles and lays his hand on her thigh. "Yes. I am sure you do. What I meant to ask is....well no. I meant to ask if you knew what to do. Now I need to ask you if you would like to stop this here. I am sure you have noticed my reaction." He smiles sheepishly and shrugs. "I am sorry if I am embarrassing you. I usually would not ask these things. But you are special and I do not want this to be like before."
She looks at him questioningly. "Before? What happened before? If you don't mind me asking." She knew what to do, having been told a very long time ago by her real mother. But being told and doing were two different things. As it stood right now, her knowledge was minimal, mostly consisting of seeing farm animals and once she walked in on the butler and the upstairs maid in the library. Of course that hadn't been very detailed, but she did get a chance to look it up in a few books in the library. But they were mostly technical types. She locks her eyes with his, straightens her shoulders, takes a deep breath and finishes quickly. "Yes, I see what you mean about a reaction, and I know a little about what you are talking about. I know how things are supposed to work." She keeps looking at him even though now her cheeks were a deep crimson from embarrassment. "Yes, I want to stop before we lay together, because I want that to be kept for marriage." She licks her lips, finding it did no good.
He smiles and nods. "Then we shall stop. For anymore of this and I would have no control left." He lays down beside her on his side. "Before? Oh. Yes. I meant......well I will not lie to you, Monica. I have bedded with other women. But I can assure you, there will be no more. I am nothing if not loyal to those I love. That and I do not see myself wanting any other woman in the future."
She lay there listening to him and she feels hurt that he had not told her before for some reason. "Are any of these women still a part of your life? "
"A few are friends. But I do not know what has happened to them. I have not been back to Gondor." He frowns slightly when she pulls away from his touch. "What? What have I done?" He had told her of them. Wasn't that what he was suppose to do? Be honest with her?
She stiffens when he says that they are friends. He has ex lovers as FRIENDS! She doesn't know what to think or do and when he asks what he has done, she shakes her head. "Nothing," she whispers back. How was she supposed to say 'You are friends with your ex-lover.... and that hurts me.' He would think she was petty and picky when it came to those details. When in fact she just didn't want to know who he had made love to.
He watches her carefully, noting how stiff she looked and that she would not look at him. So he makes her. He takes hold of her chin with his good hand and turns her head so she was looking at him, then he leans down and kisses her lightly. "You are upset. And I am not a stupid man. I know it is because of what I said. You need not worry, Monica. I will not choose another over you."
Because she is forced to she looks into his eyes, not returning the kiss, but not pulling away either. It still wasn't right, they were his friends. "If I were not pure, if I had a lover, how would you feel to know that I was still friends with him, even with our marriage coming up?" She hoped she would get the point across. How would he feel if she had one of her old suitors coming round to call on her even after they were married, knowing what he did about the man...? But she doesn't know how to express herself, so she finally just says something she knows sounds childish and selfish but she doesn't care. "I don't ever want to see you with them again. I mean I never want to see you two under the same roof as each other. Because I don't want to accidentally run into something that isn't finished."
He gives her a shocked look as he hears what she says. He frowns just a little. "Monica...I can not do that. They are my friends." He thinks of her question. Would he feel jealous? Yes and no. He would want to keep her away from the man but he would also have to realize that Monica could be trusted. That he had to trust her to make the marriage work. He sighs deeply. "I can not promise you that you will never see me with them, Monica. One is on the council. Others work in Minas Tirith. Do you not trust me? I would never cause you grief. Or betray you. You may trust me if you wish." He gives her his best smile, hoping she would give in.
It dawns on her that she should just shut up and be happy with it the way he had to offer it, she was lucky he was marrying her. She was not a Lady, she was nothing more then a servant and she had to remember that and not think she had the right to demand such things.
She looks down, sadness now touching her face. "I am sorry, Boromir," she says softly, and she truly was, a thing that was clearly written on her face. "I should not have demanded something like that. It was not right. You have a right to whom ever you wish as your friends." She looks up at him through her lashes, her eyes bright but tear free. "You are right, Dear. I do trust you." And she did, she didn't think he would honestly hurt her for no reason, not intentionally. It was she that had to be careful in the trust department, though she had given him no reason not to.
He frowns, seeing she was hurt. He didn't like that look on her face. "Monica, if it bothers you that much, then I shall do as you ask. But you need not worry. I may be friends with them but what I had with them was over long ago. And besides, I am no longer the man I was then. Before I left to join the Fellowship, I did not want a wife. I simply wanted the pleasure of a woman." He winces and rolls onto his back. His arm had fallen asleep under him and now it was all tingly. "But now, I wish nothing more than to have a wife and children. And I wish for you to be my wife. So...if you wish it of me, I will stay away from them." He smiles as another thought hits him. "Or you may accompany me everywhere I go. There for when we see one of my lady friends, you may...state your claim to me." He grins a little. That didn't sound half bad actually. He wouldn't mind having someone possessive of him, like Eowyn was of Faramir.
She was laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling when he mentioned accompanying him and she is instantly rolling over and laying on top of him. If it was in doubt the difference in their sizes before, it was plain to see for both of them. She lay there, her whole body easily stretching down he length of him. As she rests her elbows on his chest, her small feet just touching his knees she grins mischievously down into his face. "I can go with you? Everywhere?" She lightly brushes the hair from his forehead, tucking it lovingly behind his right ear before doing the same on his left side. "And you will not stop me?" She bites her bottom lips before going on. "No joking with me, Boromir. You are going to let me travel with you? You won't leave me at home all alone? And if I run into one of these... women," she makes a face as if she is about ready to throw up, "I can say or do anything I want?" Oh she wouldn't start a fight and have a brawl like a savage. No. But she would tell them not so nicely to keep their hands off of him.
He smiles and wraps his arm around her, resting his hand on the small of her back. He was glad she was agreeing to this idea. He did not wish to give up good friends just because they were women and he had bedded with them in the past. So he would compromise. He would allow her to come along with him where ever he went. Though he wouldn't mind one bit. He wanted to spend all his time with her. "Yes. You may go where ever I do. That is unless you are with child and the healers say you must not get out of bed or leave our home."
She laughs, leaning down and kissing him soundly. There was definitely going to be some interesting times ahead. "I am a very hearty person, Boromir. I do not think that even the healers will get me to stay in one place for very long. Even pregnant." She kisses him again. "I guess that I am getting used to the titles. 'married' 'wife' 'husband' 'wedding'. And my favorite word so far. 'Love'." Definitely that was the best word she had had to used in the last few hours.
He smiles and returns all her kisses with ones of his own. When she pulls back again he smiles more and nods. "Ah so you are the type to not listen to orders. No wonder Eowyn had you as a handmaiden. Partners in crime so to speak?" He grins, teasing her, which showed in his eyes.
She shakes her head, reaching up to tuck the hair behind his other ear before kissing his forehead. "Not really, but she knows that she can tell me something and I will not go tell the king." She frowns then, sighing and resting her cheek on his chest, her eyes sad, though he couldn't see. Normally she was trusted...till she told Eomer about the stuff recently... about Boromir.
He keeps his arm wrapped around her waist, yawning softly. He was starting to get tired. After all, he'd had a very long day. When he hears her sigh he brings his hand up and lightly strokes her hair. "Is there something wrong, Monica? You can tell me if there is. Perhaps I could help."
She lifts her head, not having seen the yawn but feeling it. "Boromir, you are tired, it is time for you to get some sleep. I will see you in the morning." She gets up slowly, climbing off him until he stops her. She shakes her head. "Boromir, you need sleep. We have had a busy night." She caresses his cheek tenderly. "I fell in love recently and tonight I got that love returned. I am afraid that it was all a dream. I need to go to sleep and wake up and have you still smiling at me in the light of the new day the way you smiled at me moments ago. I will meet you at breakfast. Okay?"
He grabs hold of her arm to stop her, frowning slightly. "Wait." When she speaks of needing her rest he sighs but smiles. "Alright. But will you do one thing for me before you leave?" He waits for her to nod and then smiles more. "Will you sing that song for me that you used to sing when I first came here?"
She blushes, looking down at his chest. "You heard me?" She glances up at him through her lashes and blushes even more when he nods. She had thought he was out of it. He seemed to be at the time, that was why she had sang to him. It was usually when he wasn't doing good and she wanted to calm him.
She goes to get off him but once more he stops him and she ducks her head slightly, but once more nods. "Okay," she whispers. "I will sing to you. Then you have to go to bed. I should not be sitting on you, because you should be sleeping, but I can see that you won't let me. So..." Then with another deep breath she starts to sing to him.