Boromir smiles and lets her move so she was laying beside him but cuddled up against his side. He keeps his arm around her to hold her there, then yawns again. When she starts singing, he closes his eyes and smiles softly, listening to her voice. It isn't long until he is asleep, soothed by her song, as he always was. That was why he had asked her to sing to him.
When he finally falls asleep Monica untangles herself from his hold, kissing his forehead before covering him up, glad she didn't have to undress him this time as all he was wearing were his shorts. She caresses his cheek and then leaves the room, heading towards hers.
And he was obviously asleep since he was snoring softly. He doesn't awake when she pulls away from him, he merely snorts and mumbles something before he rolls onto his side. He doesn't hear her exit the room either, but he does see her in his mind and it brings a sigh from him and a smile to his lips. His brother was going to have a field day with this one.
Lothiriel heads into the house, humming to herself as she goes, not seeing another soul as she heads towards the kitchen. When she gets there she finds Theresa there and she smiles at her, nodding.
"Is it not too late for you to be up, Theresa?" She moves about the room, getting some water into a pot and putting it on the fire to heat up.
"I am waiting for Lady Eowyn to bring me their dishes so that I can get them cleaned for the morning." She gets up and shoos Lothiriel away. "I will do that. Tea?"
She frowns, shaking her head. "I can make it myself. You rest, you have had a long day." Then she gets a better idea. "If you will watch the water, I will go get the dishes from Faramir." She leans in and kisses the old woman's cheek, smiling.
Eomer finishes with his horse and walks over to a sink to wash his hands. Once he is cleaned up he makes sure his saddle and his horses bridle are put away before he places a blanket over his horses back and leaves the stables. He makes the short walk to the servants' entrance to the Great Hall and slips inside. He walks down the hall, past the servants' rooms and the storage rooms and all the way down to the kitchen. He peaks his head inside once he reaches it, looking around. He smiles and walks inside. "Hello Theresa. Hello Love." He walks over to Lothiriel and kisses her softly before he does as he always did when he was in the kitchens. He raids the cookie jar. And like always he get a smack to the hand or back of the head. This time it was the hand. He puts on a cute little pout, same as he always did when he was a boy. Ah but when he was a boy he could blame it on Eowyn, as they usually were caught with him holding Eowyn up so she could reach the jar and get them and Theodred some cookies. Now, now he was a grown man and there was no Eowyn around. "You should not hit your King, Theresa." He smiles fondly as the old woman informs him then her King better keep his hands out of her cookie jar. He holds them up. "But they are clean. Honest. See."
She smiles at Eomer. "Leave the cookies alone and go watch the water. I am going to go get Faramir's tray so that Theresa can go to bed. In fact," she turns back to the old woman. "Go to bed, Dear. Eomer is here now, he can help me with the dishes. It is too late for you to still be working on dishes."
"No, no, I can do this. It is for me to do, not you." Theresa shakes her head. "You are not to do the dishes, Sweetie."
She hugs Theresa. "Do not worry, Theresa, I am not going to do the dishes. Eomer is." She kisses her cheek. "Go, do it. And I will make sure that he does it right too."
She does a lot of grumbling, but Lothiriel is finally able to get her out of the room and off to bed. Standing in the doorway, she turns to look at Eomer. "Now put on some more water, I will return." Before he can protest, she leaves smiling to herself.
Monica meets Theresa at the door to her room as she heads into the servants' area. "Goodnight, Ma," she says as se gives her a huge hug.
"You are only just now getting back?" She frowns, shaking her head and taking the girl's arm. "Come come, I will help you." She leads her to her room. "You will need to make sure you take your best clothes."
She tries to stop her, but can't and finally stops arguing. "Okay okay, you can help me. But there is not much to pack."
Eomer munches on a cookie, and almost chokes on it when he hears her would be doing the dishes. He? He was the King. Though he wasn't about to tell Lothiriel that he already knew how the dishes were suppose to be done. He had been sent to the kitchens to help a few times when he was a child. And always he was told to clean dishes. But Lothiriel didn't need to know about all that. He finishes eating the cookie and wipes his hands on his pants. When he is told to put on more water he rolls his eyes and then shakes his head as she leaves before he can say anything. He looks around the empty kitchen, then mumbles to himself. "I wonder if all kings go through this." He would have to ask Aragorn when he saw him again.
Faramir smiles, looking very amused. "If anyone asks, we are simply cold. There is a cool breeze tonight." He leans back in, planting hot little kisses along the exposed skin of her breasts. He hears her giggle as she closes the blanket over his head, her hands in his hair again. When she speaks of the wedding he pulls back, his head visible out of the blanket again. "We could be married tomorrow. Here. Your brother could do it. It could be a quick wedding. And we could have a bigger one, more ceremony one, in Gondor. Or when we get back."
Eowyn blinks at him, taking a shaky breath as she stares at him. Tomorrow? Why so soon? Incase? Incase he didn't make it and she had to kill him, at least then they would have the two months it would take them to get there. Two months as husband and wife. But he said.....? "Are you serious?"
He sees her shock and smiles. When she asks if he is serious he nods. "Very. If I do not make it, I would rather remember being your husband for two months than to not have married you at all. And this way, if we are blessed with a child on the months of our trip, it will not be illegitimate. Which will mean it will be my heir." He rubs his hands against her bare back. "Or we could just be married on the trip there. Or we could wait till after."
She blushes at the talk of babies, but she doesn't take her eyes away from him. "In the morning? Before we leave? Who will do it? My brother? Gandalf?" She shakes her head. "No, I do not want to wait, now that you have mentioned it." She smiles. Like you said, a big one for friends as well, when we return. This one could be just for us. Then we could share the same bed through the trip and like you said, we both will be able to have these months as husband and wife."
He smiles at her, still gently rubbing his hands against her back under the blanket. "Your brother can. He is a King. He has the authority." He slips his hands away from her back and down under her dress. He starts to lightly caress her thighs, smiling at her. "It would be simple to do. All your brother has to do is bless us and say a few things, then say we are married and we are. And then you will be a Steward's wife."
Lothiriel heads to Faramir's room and knocks. But there is no response. She knocks again. Again, no response. So she opens the door, peeking in, wanting to make sure that everything was okay. "Hello?" She doesn't see anyone there. Frowning she leaves. She would check in Eowyn's room.
A few minutes later she was headed back to the kitchen walking in and frowning at Eomer. "I can't find them in his or her room. Did they tell you where they may be having dinner?" She puts her hands on her hips, her head tilting to the side.
Letting Theresa into her room, they start to pack Monica's things, talking softly about what her new life would be like and what she was to expect. They are like this, carefully packing, all the while softly talking, late into the night until finally they both retire to Theresa's room where she sleeps with her adopted mother for the last time, her own bed stripped and her things packed.
Eowyn shivers, keeping the blanket clasped with one hand behind his back she brings her other hand forward to untie his shirt, tugging his inner shirt from his pants. "Then tomorrow morning he can do that, with your brother and cousin there, we will marry, officially, until we return. Then we will marry for everything else. But in the morning, it will be for us." She kisses him softly. "Not the wedding I had planned, but more then enough, for I will have you forever as my husband. That is all that counts."
Faramir smiles and nods, his hand moving to lightly caress her inner thigh. "And you will be my wife." He kisses her softly, letting his lips linger on hers before he pulls away. "A dream come true. It may not be spectacular but I will at least know you will be with me as my wife." He smiles and kisses her again. "It will not look so bad to others if I kiss you."
She blushes, but returns each kiss. "And it will look worse if I... you know,.. kill you." She grins playfully at him. "So you have no choice but to live, Faramir. Because I know that you wouldn't want me hung for killing my husband now would you?" She kisses him again. If he could mention it, she could, but she would make sure he knew she expected him to live through this, no die like he kept implying.
He laughs softly, nodding. "No. I would not want that. So let us hope you do not have to kill your husband." He suddenly goes serious, his hands stopping on her thighs. "I do not wish you to have to kill me, Eowyn. I would much rather die in your arms when I am old and no longer useful. I very much want to be a father as well."
Eomer looks over at her, a teapot in his hands. He sets it down on the tray that held two cups and then shrugs. "My guess is they are out in the garden. Or they have run off to Gondor to be married and we shall never see them again......no no. They are in the garden." He nods and then smiles at her. "Tea?"
Lothiriel looks at him, shocked at what she sees. He had done the tea already. She blinks, and realizes what he said. "Garden? How do you know?" But she puts her hand up and shakes her head again. "Nevermind, don't tell me, I don't think I can take another shock tonight. I will be right back." She leaves, mumbling to herself about how next he will start washing her clothes.
He watches her leave, a confused, but amused smile on his face. He mumbles quietly to him. "What? I can make tea." Yeah. That was the only thing he could make really. It was simple and easy and it helped ease his nerves after battle. Ha. If that got out, he really WOULD be called a woman. Which was why when he was in public, he didn't drink tea. He drank ale or wine. But when he was alone, he would sometimes enjoy a nice cup of tea. He smiles and shakes his head.
She heads out to the gardens, hearing voices coming from the side gardens. She smiles, glad she had found them. Walking along the side path she hears Faramir and stops, frowning. Should she interrupt them?
Eowyn too gets serious, but doesn't stop her quest to get his shirt off. "Then just remember that when you are at the end and you feel you can not go on. Remember that I will be there when it is all over and I will keep you in my arms and loved forever. Remember that and you may find that that breath, that last push, that last heart beat to take you to the end and into my arms. And I will remember that should Wormtongue ever get me again, you will be at the end of my journey and I will never give up faith." She hopes that doesn't sound like she had given up faith on him before because that wasn't what she meant, though in her own way she had because of Boromir, but that was something he need never know, especially now. Eomer sits down at the table and decides to wait for her, wondering how long she was going to be.
Faramir helps her with his shirt, smiling at her. That sounded like a good plan to him. "Yes. I will have to remember that." He slides his hands up her back and unties the rest of the ties at the back of her dress. "I will remember your love for me and what we will have in the future and that will be my strength." He leans in and kisses her deeply, holding her close under the blanket.
Lothiriel smiles, liking what she hears, but knowing she has to go. So she clears her throat very loudly before walking out. "Why hello you two. Cold?" She sees the tray and walks over, picking it up. "I came for the dishes. We have a busy day tomorrow. Well you do, so you might think of turning in. I am sure that Eomer will want to check on Eowyn before she goes to bed, once he finds out he is right and you were in the gardens." She turns, pausing on the edge of the circle of light from the lamp on the table. "But we are having tea before bed. You have enough time to tell each other good night properly at least." She winks and leaves, tossing over her shoulder. "Good night, you two." Then she heads back through the house, laughing softly as she goes. Now if Eomer had found them, she doesn't think that that would have gone over so well. Now to try to keep Eomer up at least a half hour to give them a little more alone time. She yawns as she pushes the door to the kitchen open, hoping Eomer didn't see it. Because now was not the time to be tired.
When Lothiriel comes into view, clearing her throat, Eowyn is too shocked to move. Luckily Faramir isn't and pulls her in closer to him, her arms automatically going around him and her head resting on his shoulder as she lets the blanket fall just a little. She lets just enough of Faramir's shoulder show so that it looked like indeed they were only cold and he was fully dressed, hoping that works. "Good night," she calls out after the woman, finally finding her tongue. When she is gone she pulls back, blinking. "It looks like we will have to wait." The sadness in her voice was clear on her face as well.
Eomer lifts his head off the table, having been bored waiting for her so was amusing himself by spinning a spoon around with his finger. But now that she was back...well he wasn't so bored anymore. "Found them I see." He gets up and takes the tray from her, bringing it over to the basin that held some soapy water. He places the dishes into the water and starts to get them cleaned up, handing the dishes to her to dry. "Should I be worried about how you found them?"
Lothiriel hadn't intended on actually making him wash the dishes so when he takes the tray and starts to wash them she once again blinks at him in shock. His question had her unsure how to answer. If she answered truthfully then she would have to say yes. But she had promised not to alarm him, to herself at least, so instead she changes the subject smoothly, hoping he didn't catch on but rather thought that she needed an answer. Plus she shakes her head, though not in answer to that question, more in shock, though it could be taken it was in answer to his question very easily. "I did not mean for you to wash the dishes. Or make the tea." She takes a plate and dries it before setting it aside to put up when there were more. "How...? Why...? Eomer?" The last word is said in shock, her expression confused as she looks at him.
He looks at her and smiles, shaking his head. "Did you think Uncle never punished me when I was young? Or my mother or father? The first time I told Eowyn she could not use a sword because she was female, my mother put me to work in the kitchen. She said it was to show me, if I could clean dishes, Eowyn could use a sword. I could clean dishes." He smiles at her, handing her a bowl. "Then there was the time I was caught getting cookies with Eowyn. Uncle Theoden made us clean the dishes for a fortnight." He smiles and hands her some utensils, then a cup. "And tea I learned to make from Gandalf. Though do not tell anyone. Kings do not drink tea."
She takes each item in turn, drying and setting them aside in turn. "I suppose that I never thought of it that way. Probably because my brothers didn't get punished that way." She shrugs slightly and as he was done washing, she starts putting things away as she finds the place for them. "They had to do those things, I mean, but they had to do them normally as well. I told you they learned to cook. Well it is a rule in our house, you cook it, you clean it. It can sometimes be that if you cook it, then everyone else cleans, but that is only when we were cooking for a lot. The you cook it, you clean it rule comes in play when doing it for yourself. The boys would be hungry all afternoon and Mom didn't want to kill the cook by having her constantly at the stove. So the boys had to cook their own 'In between'." She grins at him. "That is what we called food prepared in between our normal meal times."
He smiles, handing her another cup and then the last plate and bowl. He then grabs another towel and dries his hands. "Then am I right to assume that our children will know how to clean their own dishes? Not that they would need to." He walks over and takes her hand. "Come. Let's have our tea, then you can go to sleep and I can go find my sister."
No, no, no, she couldn't let him go looking just yet. "You do not need to go find her. She is fine with Faramir, Eomer." She looks at him as he takes her hand, her fingers linking with his as she walks with him. "Can we have it in the library, by the fire?" She knew there would be a fire there, there always was one. "You could read to me. Something from a favorite story or poem?"
He looks at her, thinking about it, then he shrugs and smiles, picking up the tray with the pot of tea and the two cups. As well as some milk and honey. Honey always went better with tea before bed. Sugar kept him up. "Well.....I do not really read very much. Not like your cousin. But I do recall a book that Eowyn used to read a lot. I always did want to see what the fascination with it was."
She takes the tray from him and motions to the door for him to get it. "Why don't you get some cookies to go with the tea?" There is a twinkle in her eyes as she asks him, leaning in carefully to kiss his cheek. "I will meet you in there and then we can relax a little, you can read to me and then soon we will both go to bed." She leaves the room, heading to the library. Faramir, you better be a good boy or else, she thinks as she sets the tea out on a small table by two chairs. Perfect, and he was even going to read to her. With any luck he would forget all about it or they would make it back before he went looking.
He smiles and nods. "Good idea." He gets a plate and digs his hand into the cookie jar, pulling out a few. He stuffs one into his mouth and puts the others on the plate before grabbing another handful and putting them on the plate as well. He then smiles to himself and leaves the kitchen, heading off to the library. Once there he smiles at her, bringing the plate of cookies over and setting them down on the table between the chairs where the tray was. "Alright. I will search for the book and you may pour the tea." He walks over to one of the bookshelves and starts looking at the books.
She whistles at him and when he looks over at her she poins down to the book she had on the table. "I found this and thought that instead of you reading to me, seeing you did all the work in the kitchen. You can read to me tomorrow night. We will be alone as everyone will have left for Gondor and then you can read to me all night if you want." She pours the tea, motioning to the milk and honey before pouring a little of both into their cups and handing him one. "So tonight I read to you."
He smiles at her, coming back over and taking a seat in the plush chair on the other side of the little table. He nods when she gestures to the milk and honey. "A little of both please." When she hands him his cup of tea he takes it and waits for her to finish with her cup before he takes a sip from his. "Ah. Very good. And I will read to you, tomorrow night. All night." He smiles at her. "What book did you find?"
She had opened the book to the first chapter, so she flips the book back to the cover. "The Journey Of Time." She looks up at him as she opens the book back up. "It is a collection of short stories through time." Resting the open book in her lap, she smiles at him as she picks up her cup and takes a sip before putting it back down. "Ready?"
He smiles and nods, picking up a cookie. He dips the cookie in his tea and then eats it, smiling and shrugging when she looks at him. He knew why she looked at him. Him munching on that cookie sounded loud in the quiet room. He washes the cookie down with some more tea from his cup, then leans back and stretches out his legs, listening to her read the first story.
She smiles at him as she takes another sip of tea then goes on. She would read to him for some time, sipping the tea until it was gone and finishing off the last cookie he insisted she have. It isn't until she finishes a story and is about to start yet another when she notices the look he was giving her. She smiles tenderly at him. "Yes?"
Faramir thinks about it, then suddenly an idea hits him. He grins. "Well...we could always stay here and risk your brother catching us, though it would be worse for me, as he would neuter me." He sees her look and laughs, giving her a kiss. "Or...we could find a nice hiding spot where no one would find us." He honestly could not believe he was contemplating making love to her somewhere other than in his bed, but she seemed to bring this daring side out of him. He liked the risks he took with her.
Eowyn thinks about that, smiling at the idea. "What am I doing, Faramir? I am going to marry you tomorrow morning, yet here I am contemplating risking having our names smeared in the mud and running off to find a stable to make love in." She sees the look on his face as if he just had a good idea and she shakes her head again. "I will not make love to you someplace out there besides the stables because where there is hay, anywhere else there is nothing but the ground and dirt. Neither of which excite me. And if I am going to make love to you, I need to be excited at least." She nods then starts to put her dress back on. "Okay....... unless you can think of a softer bed.....?" She looks at him hopefully.
He helps her with her dress by tying the strings at the back of it. Then he smiles as she helps him with his shirt. "There is only one place I can think of that has a softer bed than my room here or yours, or even my home in Gondor. And that is in Ithilien. We made beds from moss. It is quite comfortable." He kisses her and smiles. "But I have this blanket and my cloak. I can make us a lovely bed out of hay." He'd had to do it before, when he was banished from the Steward's home by his father. He would at those times go and sleep in the stables, up in the hay lofts.
When she has her dress done up with his help she takes the blanket and keeps it wrapped around her as she gets off him. "It is a lovely warm night, Faramir. All I need is you, a little hay, and this blanket and I am sure we will be in heaven." She takes his hand. "One last night of sin before we marry."
He grins and gets up, letting her lead him off towards the stables, nodding. "Yes. Sin in other eyes, love making in mine." He grins more. "Though I do not think it will stop after we are married. Actually, I foresee many many nights of no sleep in our future." As they near the stables he puts his arms around her waist and leans down to kiss her neck. "And many stolen moments during the day where no one will find us."
She can't help but laugh. "It would seem that you are a very sexual person, Faramir. I do so hope that I can keep up with you so that you need not seek another." She stops as they enter the stables and locks and bars the door, turning to smile at him mischievously. "It won't keep those that are determined out, but it will deter them as it will take a lot to break in. So for that much we are safe. Now, are you going to help me into the loft? Or did you plan on doing this in a stall?" She giggles as she closes the space between them and wraps her arms around him, rubbing up and down his back gently.
He smiles at her, not speaking until she has the door closed and barred. While she is doing that he makes sure no one else is in the stables but them. There wasn't anyone anywhere so he smiles and breathes a sigh of relief. He is walking past a stall when he hears a soft snort beside him. Turning his head he smiles, shaking his head. "Now you be quiet. No alerting anyone we are here." He leans in and pats his horse on the neck, then goes back over to Eowyn. He wraps his arms around her when she presses up against him. "Well now I do not believe you would wish to be among horses while we make love." He gives her a look, grinning slightly. "But then again, I do know your love for" He laughs as she clamps her hands over his mouth and gives him a deadly glare. When she goes to pull away he holds tighter to her. "Darling, I was simply referring to all your people's love for horses. Not the other type." He laughs again, unable to help himself. He was so busy laughing that this time he lets her go and does not notice the bucket of trough water being picked up and the water being dumped on his head until he feels the ice cold water hit him. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" He jumps and slips and lands hard on the ground. It takes him a minute to register what just happened and it is a laughing Eowyn that causes him to look at her. Then at himself. He must look a sight sitting there on the dusty, hay strewn floor, soaking wet. Oh if his father saw him he would be dead. A Steward's son was always to be proper. But then again, he was Steward. And his father was not here. And he was sure that if it was his father in his position with his mother standing over him laughing and holding an empty water bucket, well, he couldn't picture it but he was sure Denethor would not have found anything in the situation to be upset about. He himself could see the humor in it. And when he stands up and brushes himself off he tries to look dignified. "Well now, I do not believe you, Eowyn, Lady of Rohan, have the right to dump dirty horse water over the Steward of Gondor's head." He smirks at her look, one that said 'oh yeah? And what is the steward going to do about it?'. He shakes his head. "Eowyn, Eowyn, Eowyn. Have you learned nothing of my nature yet?" With that he grabs her and pulls her against him, smirking as she screams and tells him no. "Why? Oh you wish another way to get wet?" He snickers and picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her over to the large trough at the end of the stables. "Kicking will do you no good, Lady. Especially if you hit that which you most desire."
During the whole thing only one thing had been going through her mind. One main thing. That was how much she loved him, loved this. When she picked up the bucket to dump the water over his head, she did not hesitate, because she knew that he wouldn't get mad, or at least that if he did he wouldn't stay mad. She was having too much fun with him and judging from the laughter in his eyes, he was too. "Why do you ask," she asks him when he questions her as to if she had not learned of his nature yet. That was when she starts to think she might have gone to far as he carries her over to the trough at the end of he stables. "Faramir! No!!! Faramir!!!" She doesn't know why she is still laughing as she kicks and screams at him, but she does until finally she stops and gets serious, holding him around his waist tight, her face pressed against the small of his back. "You better not do it or else I am not going to make love to you tonight. You will have to wait till we are married, because I will not make love to you all wet." Her voice was muffled, but she was sure he could still hear her, well she hoped because she wasn't going to loosen her hold.
He stops tugging on her waist, having been doing that to try and get her to let go of his waist. He thinks about her ultimatum. "Well....but I am all wet. And I more than likely smell of a horse." He grins as she says he smelled perfectly fine. "Ah see. I always knew you had a thing for horses. I" But he doesn't finish. Instead he feels her slip down from his hold behind him and then feels her push him into the trough. He surfaces and shakes his head, spraying water all over. "Oh well NOW I do not care if you wish never to make love again. You will be paying for that!" And with that he reaches out and grabs her dress, pulling her into the trough with him, snickering as she screams.
She can't help it. When he loosens his hold and then says she likes horses again she sees red. Siliding down his back was the easy part, but it takes her a second to figure out how she was going to get him into the trough without catching her at it. It hits her and instantly she is on her back, her now bare feet on his back, having lost her shoes while kicking at him, she kicks the small of his back, pushing him into the water and laughing hard. She stands up with a smirk on her face, a smirk that is instantly gone when he grabs her dress and pulls her into the water after him. "NO!!!!!! FARAMIR NO!!!!!!!!!" She couldn't believe it as she comes up coughting and sputtering. She splashes him with water in the face, using her other hand to push her wet hair off her face, glaring at him, looking like a drowned rat. "You pig!" She uses both hands this time to splash him. "You are a pig and you are going to regret getting me wet!" She huffs and struggles to get out of the trough, but he pulls her back in, trapping her in his lap and telling her to settle down. "I will NOT settle down!" But already she was starting to see the humor in it, though she was refusing to let him see she was breaking. "You are in big trouble Lord Stewardship person! You," she shakes her finger at him, her eyes going wide when she suddenly found herself being pushed under the water again, faintly hearing something about cooling off before she slides beneigth the murky water. She comes back up sputtering and screaming. "OH NO YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT!" She screams, splashing him again with both hands, falling backwards so that she is able to kick water at him as well. "You are going to stay wet all night! You smell and no about of being nice is getting you out of this one!" She sputters and goes to climb out of the trough. "I am going home!"
He laughs, enjoying this little game. But when she gets out of the trough and starts to walk away, seemingly angry, he climbs out and goes after her. "Eowyn wait!" He grabs her arm and spins her around, then before she can even say a word, his lips are on hers and he is kissing her with a deep passion. His tongue touches her lips, seeking entrance and when she grants it, he deepens the kiss even more, his tongue exploring her mouth. When he finally pulls back he smiles at her. "Do you wish to still leave, My Lady? Or would you rather I do that again?"
She had no intention of leaving, though had he let her she was going to go take a bath in his room. But when he stops her and kisses her, she almost melts against him. She stares at him skeptically. "Well I do not know. If you will stop making remarks about horses.... I will let you have another chance to change my mind about leaving." She pauses and motions to his clothing. "And what about your wet clothes," then motions to hers, "and mine?"
He smiles. "Ah now that is a simple one." He pulls away from her and undoes the strings that kept his shirt closed. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it over a saddle fence beside him, then he smiles at her. "We will have to take our clothes off and let them dry a bit before we leave here. Or everyone will know what we have done. And while we wait we can hide in the hay loft and oh say spend the time making love like we were suppose to before you started all this?" He looks at her innocently, putting on one of his cutest smiles.
She tilts her head to the side, smiling seductively at him, holding her arms out to her sides. "I am going to need help getting out of this wet dress. It is so ... sticky and heavy... I don't think I can peel it off all by myself." She doesn't move, waiting to see what he would do as she caressed his body with her eyes, letting them travel slowly from his eyes to his toes the back, pausing at certain places to linger.
He grins and walks over to her, leaning in to kiss her lightly before he moves around behind her and starts to untie the strings at the back of her dress. When he is finished he helps slide the wet material off her shoulders and down her arms, then down over her slim waist till the material falls to the floor in a heap. He then smiles and turns her around. He walks over and picks up the blanket, then goes and finds a few more in the tack room. He then walks back to her and smiles, wrapping the blanket from his room around her shoulders. "You look cold, Love. Here, let us go up to the loft and get warm." He takes her hand and leads her to the ladder that leads up to the large hayloft. He climbs up before her, tossing the blankets up there before turning and taking her hand to help her the rest of the way. Once they are both up there he climbs back down and sets her dress out on one of the saddle fences to dry. He then drops his pants and steps out of them after pulling off his boots. He turns his boots upside down and puts his pants beside his shirt to dry. Finally done he climbs up into the loft and spreads out one blanket, then wraps another blanket around himself and sits down on the blanket he spread out. He smiles at her when she sits down beside him. "Need to get warm. My toes are freezing!"
She doesn't say a word the whole time, only nodding at the right times. Finally when they are up in the loft and she is sitting by him, she glances sideways at him, raising a brow at his statement. "Your toes are cold?" She opens her blanket and her arms to him. 'You need to get out of that blanket and join me in this one. It is much softer and warmer in here then in that raggedy old thing. Do you not want this softness," she straightens her shoulders ever so slightly as she speaks, causing her breasts to perk up just enough, their round fullness as if she were with child, but was actually nature's gift. Her fingers ached to touch him, to feel the rippling muscles across his chest. She could almost feel his tight abs and chest, the result of shooting so many arrows over such a long time, as well as his sides, not even a single ounce of fat on his lean trim body. She licks her lips, tasting his kiss from only minutes before and needing t taste it again. She almost whimpers as she looks into his eyes, hers begging him to come to her, to let her wrap her arms around him and keep him safe within their shelter. "My Love?"
He looks at her and smiles, thinking about it a moment before he drops his blanket and moves over to her. He lays down with her, smiling when she wraps her arms and the blanket around him. He in turn wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. "Hmmmmm yes. It is much warmer and softer in here." He smiles and kisses her slowly and softly for a moment, just savoring the feel of her body pressed against his. He loved how her breasts brushed against his chest when she moved. A thought suddenly hits him and he pulls back from the kiss, smiling at her. "You said before, that I am a sexual person and you are worried you will not be enough." He smiles at her look. "Eowyn, Darling. I am this way because of you. With anyone else I would not be this way at all. I love you, Eowyn. You will be more than enough for me." He smiles and kisses her again, this time a lot more passionately.
She blushes at his words, they warm her soul as they ring true with him as well. She never had felt a dying need to be a part of Aragorn. Granted she had ached to feel his lips on hers, but not like this. Never like this. This was something that she could not fight, she had been unable to fight. No matter what it may have brought to her family, she had been unable to fight him. In the morning all would be well, they would be married, those that met them along their journey now would know them as husband and wife and any look or touch would never seem shameful. Yet the kiss he was giving her now was not shameful to her and she returns it with relish. She presses her body up against his. "Yes," she gasps as he finally pulls away from him to gaze into his face tenderly. "I feel that too, the way your body seems to call to mine, the pull of your love, Faramir. I can understand what you mean." She runs her hands up and down his back slowly, tenderly.
He smiles at her, kissing her softly again. "Then I will never need to fear that you will search out the love of another. And you need never fear the same, Eowyn. I would never betray you like that. As I know you would never betray me." He smiles at her, love and trust shining in his eyes. "So if we are ever apart and you have your doubts just remember what I told you here today. And I will do the same when I see you speaking with our King." Ah and there it was. That little bit of truth came out finally. He knew she had once loved Aragorn. And yes, a little part of him was still worried she still did. But anytime he felt that jealousy creeping up, he would remind himself of the look in Eowyn's eyes when she looked upon him, Faramir. It was vastly different from the look she gave the King. And it always made him smile and forget everything but her.
She pauses what she is doing, her hands still on his back as she looks into his eyes questioningly. Then she pulls him back to the hay to lay over her as she smiles tenderly up at him. "Are you worried about Aragorn, my Love?" She brings one hand around from his back to lightly caress his cheek, her eyes following her fingers against his skin, watching them as she lightly brushing his beard down in place. "Tell me what worries you about our King." She realizes then that Aragorn would be her king, once she married Faramir.
He smiles at her, laying against her slightly, just enough to rest his weight on her but not enough to make her uncomfortable. "It is nothing, Love. I just know you loved him before you loved me." He smiles. "I know you love me as you look at me different than you look at him. I remember how you look at me when I see you with him." He kisses her softly. "I do not wish you to stay away from him, I would never ask that of you. I trust you, Eowyn."
She returns his kiss, sighing softly as she starts to run her fingers along his back again. "You and I have had a talk about this before and just what he meant to me. I had thought that I had eased your mind then, but I can see now that he will be a problem between us from time to time. And so, from time to time," she pushes against him rolling him onto his back, the blanket now trapped under him so that she no longer had to hold onto it to keep it around them. "So from time to time I will just have to reassure you that you are the one for me and the only one." She smiles lovingly down into his face. Then she moves her lips down to his neck where she kisses him softly, tenderly, nipping at his neck a little as she does before running her tongue along his skin, loving the taste of him. "Mmmmm yes," she breaths against his neck, her lips moving slowly up it to nibble on his earlobe finally. "But I do not mind." She pulls back and looks down into his face, hers full of her love for him. I never loved Aragorn like I love you. I never felt anything close to what I feel for you, for him." She kisses his lips this time, her tongue running slowly over his bottom lip as she does. "I would never have gone to bed with him before marrying him, that I can tell you truthfully." She looks into his eyes as she says this, just so that he could see she was telling the truth. It was important for her that he knew she was being totally honest. "I may have desired him but never enough to chance my honor or that of my family's. Only you could have me chancing everything for your love."
When he finally falls asleep Monica untangles herself from his hold, kissing his forehead before covering him up, glad she didn't have to undress him this time as all he was wearing were his shorts. She caresses his cheek and then leaves the room, heading towards hers.
And he was obviously asleep since he was snoring softly. He doesn't awake when she pulls away from him, he merely snorts and mumbles something before he rolls onto his side. He doesn't hear her exit the room either, but he does see her in his mind and it brings a sigh from him and a smile to his lips. His brother was going to have a field day with this one.
Lothiriel heads into the house, humming to herself as she goes, not seeing another soul as she heads towards the kitchen. When she gets there she finds Theresa there and she smiles at her, nodding.
"Is it not too late for you to be up, Theresa?" She moves about the room, getting some water into a pot and putting it on the fire to heat up.
"I am waiting for Lady Eowyn to bring me their dishes so that I can get them cleaned for the morning." She gets up and shoos Lothiriel away. "I will do that. Tea?"
She frowns, shaking her head. "I can make it myself. You rest, you have had a long day." Then she gets a better idea. "If you will watch the water, I will go get the dishes from Faramir." She leans in and kisses the old woman's cheek, smiling.
Eomer finishes with his horse and walks over to a sink to wash his hands. Once he is cleaned up he makes sure his saddle and his horses bridle are put away before he places a blanket over his horses back and leaves the stables. He makes the short walk to the servants' entrance to the Great Hall and slips inside. He walks down the hall, past the servants' rooms and the storage rooms and all the way down to the kitchen. He peaks his head inside once he reaches it, looking around. He smiles and walks inside. "Hello Theresa. Hello Love." He walks over to Lothiriel and kisses her softly before he does as he always did when he was in the kitchens. He raids the cookie jar. And like always he get a smack to the hand or back of the head. This time it was the hand. He puts on a cute little pout, same as he always did when he was a boy. Ah but when he was a boy he could blame it on Eowyn, as they usually were caught with him holding Eowyn up so she could reach the jar and get them and Theodred some cookies. Now, now he was a grown man and there was no Eowyn around. "You should not hit your King, Theresa." He smiles fondly as the old woman informs him then her King better keep his hands out of her cookie jar. He holds them up. "But they are clean. Honest. See."
She smiles at Eomer. "Leave the cookies alone and go watch the water. I am going to go get Faramir's tray so that Theresa can go to bed. In fact," she turns back to the old woman. "Go to bed, Dear. Eomer is here now, he can help me with the dishes. It is too late for you to still be working on dishes."
"No, no, I can do this. It is for me to do, not you." Theresa shakes her head. "You are not to do the dishes, Sweetie."
She hugs Theresa. "Do not worry, Theresa, I am not going to do the dishes. Eomer is." She kisses her cheek. "Go, do it. And I will make sure that he does it right too."
She does a lot of grumbling, but Lothiriel is finally able to get her out of the room and off to bed. Standing in the doorway, she turns to look at Eomer. "Now put on some more water, I will return." Before he can protest, she leaves smiling to herself.
Monica meets Theresa at the door to her room as she heads into the servants' area. "Goodnight, Ma," she says as se gives her a huge hug.
"You are only just now getting back?" She frowns, shaking her head and taking the girl's arm. "Come come, I will help you." She leads her to her room. "You will need to make sure you take your best clothes."
She tries to stop her, but can't and finally stops arguing. "Okay okay, you can help me. But there is not much to pack."
Eomer munches on a cookie, and almost chokes on it when he hears her would be doing the dishes. He? He was the King. Though he wasn't about to tell Lothiriel that he already knew how the dishes were suppose to be done. He had been sent to the kitchens to help a few times when he was a child. And always he was told to clean dishes. But Lothiriel didn't need to know about all that. He finishes eating the cookie and wipes his hands on his pants. When he is told to put on more water he rolls his eyes and then shakes his head as she leaves before he can say anything. He looks around the empty kitchen, then mumbles to himself. "I wonder if all kings go through this." He would have to ask Aragorn when he saw him again.
Faramir smiles, looking very amused. "If anyone asks, we are simply cold. There is a cool breeze tonight." He leans back in, planting hot little kisses along the exposed skin of her breasts. He hears her giggle as she closes the blanket over his head, her hands in his hair again. When she speaks of the wedding he pulls back, his head visible out of the blanket again. "We could be married tomorrow. Here. Your brother could do it. It could be a quick wedding. And we could have a bigger one, more ceremony one, in Gondor. Or when we get back."
Eowyn blinks at him, taking a shaky breath as she stares at him. Tomorrow? Why so soon? Incase? Incase he didn't make it and she had to kill him, at least then they would have the two months it would take them to get there. Two months as husband and wife. But he said.....? "Are you serious?"
He sees her shock and smiles. When she asks if he is serious he nods. "Very. If I do not make it, I would rather remember being your husband for two months than to not have married you at all. And this way, if we are blessed with a child on the months of our trip, it will not be illegitimate. Which will mean it will be my heir." He rubs his hands against her bare back. "Or we could just be married on the trip there. Or we could wait till after."
She blushes at the talk of babies, but she doesn't take her eyes away from him. "In the morning? Before we leave? Who will do it? My brother? Gandalf?" She shakes her head. "No, I do not want to wait, now that you have mentioned it." She smiles. Like you said, a big one for friends as well, when we return. This one could be just for us. Then we could share the same bed through the trip and like you said, we both will be able to have these months as husband and wife."
He smiles at her, still gently rubbing his hands against her back under the blanket. "Your brother can. He is a King. He has the authority." He slips his hands away from her back and down under her dress. He starts to lightly caress her thighs, smiling at her. "It would be simple to do. All your brother has to do is bless us and say a few things, then say we are married and we are. And then you will be a Steward's wife."
Lothiriel heads to Faramir's room and knocks. But there is no response. She knocks again. Again, no response. So she opens the door, peeking in, wanting to make sure that everything was okay. "Hello?" She doesn't see anyone there. Frowning she leaves. She would check in Eowyn's room.
A few minutes later she was headed back to the kitchen walking in and frowning at Eomer. "I can't find them in his or her room. Did they tell you where they may be having dinner?" She puts her hands on her hips, her head tilting to the side.
Letting Theresa into her room, they start to pack Monica's things, talking softly about what her new life would be like and what she was to expect. They are like this, carefully packing, all the while softly talking, late into the night until finally they both retire to Theresa's room where she sleeps with her adopted mother for the last time, her own bed stripped and her things packed.
Eowyn shivers, keeping the blanket clasped with one hand behind his back she brings her other hand forward to untie his shirt, tugging his inner shirt from his pants. "Then tomorrow morning he can do that, with your brother and cousin there, we will marry, officially, until we return. Then we will marry for everything else. But in the morning, it will be for us." She kisses him softly. "Not the wedding I had planned, but more then enough, for I will have you forever as my husband. That is all that counts."
Faramir smiles and nods, his hand moving to lightly caress her inner thigh. "And you will be my wife." He kisses her softly, letting his lips linger on hers before he pulls away. "A dream come true. It may not be spectacular but I will at least know you will be with me as my wife." He smiles and kisses her again. "It will not look so bad to others if I kiss you."
She blushes, but returns each kiss. "And it will look worse if I... you know,.. kill you." She grins playfully at him. "So you have no choice but to live, Faramir. Because I know that you wouldn't want me hung for killing my husband now would you?" She kisses him again. If he could mention it, she could, but she would make sure he knew she expected him to live through this, no die like he kept implying.
He laughs softly, nodding. "No. I would not want that. So let us hope you do not have to kill your husband." He suddenly goes serious, his hands stopping on her thighs. "I do not wish you to have to kill me, Eowyn. I would much rather die in your arms when I am old and no longer useful. I very much want to be a father as well."
Eomer looks over at her, a teapot in his hands. He sets it down on the tray that held two cups and then shrugs. "My guess is they are out in the garden. Or they have run off to Gondor to be married and we shall never see them again......no no. They are in the garden." He nods and then smiles at her. "Tea?"
Lothiriel looks at him, shocked at what she sees. He had done the tea already. She blinks, and realizes what he said. "Garden? How do you know?" But she puts her hand up and shakes her head again. "Nevermind, don't tell me, I don't think I can take another shock tonight. I will be right back." She leaves, mumbling to herself about how next he will start washing her clothes.
He watches her leave, a confused, but amused smile on his face. He mumbles quietly to him. "What? I can make tea." Yeah. That was the only thing he could make really. It was simple and easy and it helped ease his nerves after battle. Ha. If that got out, he really WOULD be called a woman. Which was why when he was in public, he didn't drink tea. He drank ale or wine. But when he was alone, he would sometimes enjoy a nice cup of tea. He smiles and shakes his head.
She heads out to the gardens, hearing voices coming from the side gardens. She smiles, glad she had found them. Walking along the side path she hears Faramir and stops, frowning. Should she interrupt them?
Eowyn too gets serious, but doesn't stop her quest to get his shirt off. "Then just remember that when you are at the end and you feel you can not go on. Remember that I will be there when it is all over and I will keep you in my arms and loved forever. Remember that and you may find that that breath, that last push, that last heart beat to take you to the end and into my arms. And I will remember that should Wormtongue ever get me again, you will be at the end of my journey and I will never give up faith." She hopes that doesn't sound like she had given up faith on him before because that wasn't what she meant, though in her own way she had because of Boromir, but that was something he need never know, especially now. Eomer sits down at the table and decides to wait for her, wondering how long she was going to be.
Faramir helps her with his shirt, smiling at her. That sounded like a good plan to him. "Yes. I will have to remember that." He slides his hands up her back and unties the rest of the ties at the back of her dress. "I will remember your love for me and what we will have in the future and that will be my strength." He leans in and kisses her deeply, holding her close under the blanket.
Lothiriel smiles, liking what she hears, but knowing she has to go. So she clears her throat very loudly before walking out. "Why hello you two. Cold?" She sees the tray and walks over, picking it up. "I came for the dishes. We have a busy day tomorrow. Well you do, so you might think of turning in. I am sure that Eomer will want to check on Eowyn before she goes to bed, once he finds out he is right and you were in the gardens." She turns, pausing on the edge of the circle of light from the lamp on the table. "But we are having tea before bed. You have enough time to tell each other good night properly at least." She winks and leaves, tossing over her shoulder. "Good night, you two." Then she heads back through the house, laughing softly as she goes. Now if Eomer had found them, she doesn't think that that would have gone over so well. Now to try to keep Eomer up at least a half hour to give them a little more alone time. She yawns as she pushes the door to the kitchen open, hoping Eomer didn't see it. Because now was not the time to be tired.
When Lothiriel comes into view, clearing her throat, Eowyn is too shocked to move. Luckily Faramir isn't and pulls her in closer to him, her arms automatically going around him and her head resting on his shoulder as she lets the blanket fall just a little. She lets just enough of Faramir's shoulder show so that it looked like indeed they were only cold and he was fully dressed, hoping that works. "Good night," she calls out after the woman, finally finding her tongue. When she is gone she pulls back, blinking. "It looks like we will have to wait." The sadness in her voice was clear on her face as well.
Eomer lifts his head off the table, having been bored waiting for her so was amusing himself by spinning a spoon around with his finger. But now that she was back...well he wasn't so bored anymore. "Found them I see." He gets up and takes the tray from her, bringing it over to the basin that held some soapy water. He places the dishes into the water and starts to get them cleaned up, handing the dishes to her to dry. "Should I be worried about how you found them?"
Lothiriel hadn't intended on actually making him wash the dishes so when he takes the tray and starts to wash them she once again blinks at him in shock. His question had her unsure how to answer. If she answered truthfully then she would have to say yes. But she had promised not to alarm him, to herself at least, so instead she changes the subject smoothly, hoping he didn't catch on but rather thought that she needed an answer. Plus she shakes her head, though not in answer to that question, more in shock, though it could be taken it was in answer to his question very easily. "I did not mean for you to wash the dishes. Or make the tea." She takes a plate and dries it before setting it aside to put up when there were more. "How...? Why...? Eomer?" The last word is said in shock, her expression confused as she looks at him.
He looks at her and smiles, shaking his head. "Did you think Uncle never punished me when I was young? Or my mother or father? The first time I told Eowyn she could not use a sword because she was female, my mother put me to work in the kitchen. She said it was to show me, if I could clean dishes, Eowyn could use a sword. I could clean dishes." He smiles at her, handing her a bowl. "Then there was the time I was caught getting cookies with Eowyn. Uncle Theoden made us clean the dishes for a fortnight." He smiles and hands her some utensils, then a cup. "And tea I learned to make from Gandalf. Though do not tell anyone. Kings do not drink tea."
She takes each item in turn, drying and setting them aside in turn. "I suppose that I never thought of it that way. Probably because my brothers didn't get punished that way." She shrugs slightly and as he was done washing, she starts putting things away as she finds the place for them. "They had to do those things, I mean, but they had to do them normally as well. I told you they learned to cook. Well it is a rule in our house, you cook it, you clean it. It can sometimes be that if you cook it, then everyone else cleans, but that is only when we were cooking for a lot. The you cook it, you clean it rule comes in play when doing it for yourself. The boys would be hungry all afternoon and Mom didn't want to kill the cook by having her constantly at the stove. So the boys had to cook their own 'In between'." She grins at him. "That is what we called food prepared in between our normal meal times."
He smiles, handing her another cup and then the last plate and bowl. He then grabs another towel and dries his hands. "Then am I right to assume that our children will know how to clean their own dishes? Not that they would need to." He walks over and takes her hand. "Come. Let's have our tea, then you can go to sleep and I can go find my sister."
No, no, no, she couldn't let him go looking just yet. "You do not need to go find her. She is fine with Faramir, Eomer." She looks at him as he takes her hand, her fingers linking with his as she walks with him. "Can we have it in the library, by the fire?" She knew there would be a fire there, there always was one. "You could read to me. Something from a favorite story or poem?"
He looks at her, thinking about it, then he shrugs and smiles, picking up the tray with the pot of tea and the two cups. As well as some milk and honey. Honey always went better with tea before bed. Sugar kept him up. "Well.....I do not really read very much. Not like your cousin. But I do recall a book that Eowyn used to read a lot. I always did want to see what the fascination with it was."
She takes the tray from him and motions to the door for him to get it. "Why don't you get some cookies to go with the tea?" There is a twinkle in her eyes as she asks him, leaning in carefully to kiss his cheek. "I will meet you in there and then we can relax a little, you can read to me and then soon we will both go to bed." She leaves the room, heading to the library. Faramir, you better be a good boy or else, she thinks as she sets the tea out on a small table by two chairs. Perfect, and he was even going to read to her. With any luck he would forget all about it or they would make it back before he went looking.
He smiles and nods. "Good idea." He gets a plate and digs his hand into the cookie jar, pulling out a few. He stuffs one into his mouth and puts the others on the plate before grabbing another handful and putting them on the plate as well. He then smiles to himself and leaves the kitchen, heading off to the library. Once there he smiles at her, bringing the plate of cookies over and setting them down on the table between the chairs where the tray was. "Alright. I will search for the book and you may pour the tea." He walks over to one of the bookshelves and starts looking at the books.
She whistles at him and when he looks over at her she poins down to the book she had on the table. "I found this and thought that instead of you reading to me, seeing you did all the work in the kitchen. You can read to me tomorrow night. We will be alone as everyone will have left for Gondor and then you can read to me all night if you want." She pours the tea, motioning to the milk and honey before pouring a little of both into their cups and handing him one. "So tonight I read to you."
He smiles at her, coming back over and taking a seat in the plush chair on the other side of the little table. He nods when she gestures to the milk and honey. "A little of both please." When she hands him his cup of tea he takes it and waits for her to finish with her cup before he takes a sip from his. "Ah. Very good. And I will read to you, tomorrow night. All night." He smiles at her. "What book did you find?"
She had opened the book to the first chapter, so she flips the book back to the cover. "The Journey Of Time." She looks up at him as she opens the book back up. "It is a collection of short stories through time." Resting the open book in her lap, she smiles at him as she picks up her cup and takes a sip before putting it back down. "Ready?"
He smiles and nods, picking up a cookie. He dips the cookie in his tea and then eats it, smiling and shrugging when she looks at him. He knew why she looked at him. Him munching on that cookie sounded loud in the quiet room. He washes the cookie down with some more tea from his cup, then leans back and stretches out his legs, listening to her read the first story.
She smiles at him as she takes another sip of tea then goes on. She would read to him for some time, sipping the tea until it was gone and finishing off the last cookie he insisted she have. It isn't until she finishes a story and is about to start yet another when she notices the look he was giving her. She smiles tenderly at him. "Yes?"
Faramir thinks about it, then suddenly an idea hits him. He grins. "Well...we could always stay here and risk your brother catching us, though it would be worse for me, as he would neuter me." He sees her look and laughs, giving her a kiss. "Or...we could find a nice hiding spot where no one would find us." He honestly could not believe he was contemplating making love to her somewhere other than in his bed, but she seemed to bring this daring side out of him. He liked the risks he took with her.
Eowyn thinks about that, smiling at the idea. "What am I doing, Faramir? I am going to marry you tomorrow morning, yet here I am contemplating risking having our names smeared in the mud and running off to find a stable to make love in." She sees the look on his face as if he just had a good idea and she shakes her head again. "I will not make love to you someplace out there besides the stables because where there is hay, anywhere else there is nothing but the ground and dirt. Neither of which excite me. And if I am going to make love to you, I need to be excited at least." She nods then starts to put her dress back on. "Okay....... unless you can think of a softer bed.....?" She looks at him hopefully.
He helps her with her dress by tying the strings at the back of it. Then he smiles as she helps him with his shirt. "There is only one place I can think of that has a softer bed than my room here or yours, or even my home in Gondor. And that is in Ithilien. We made beds from moss. It is quite comfortable." He kisses her and smiles. "But I have this blanket and my cloak. I can make us a lovely bed out of hay." He'd had to do it before, when he was banished from the Steward's home by his father. He would at those times go and sleep in the stables, up in the hay lofts.
When she has her dress done up with his help she takes the blanket and keeps it wrapped around her as she gets off him. "It is a lovely warm night, Faramir. All I need is you, a little hay, and this blanket and I am sure we will be in heaven." She takes his hand. "One last night of sin before we marry."
He grins and gets up, letting her lead him off towards the stables, nodding. "Yes. Sin in other eyes, love making in mine." He grins more. "Though I do not think it will stop after we are married. Actually, I foresee many many nights of no sleep in our future." As they near the stables he puts his arms around her waist and leans down to kiss her neck. "And many stolen moments during the day where no one will find us."
She can't help but laugh. "It would seem that you are a very sexual person, Faramir. I do so hope that I can keep up with you so that you need not seek another." She stops as they enter the stables and locks and bars the door, turning to smile at him mischievously. "It won't keep those that are determined out, but it will deter them as it will take a lot to break in. So for that much we are safe. Now, are you going to help me into the loft? Or did you plan on doing this in a stall?" She giggles as she closes the space between them and wraps her arms around him, rubbing up and down his back gently.
He smiles at her, not speaking until she has the door closed and barred. While she is doing that he makes sure no one else is in the stables but them. There wasn't anyone anywhere so he smiles and breathes a sigh of relief. He is walking past a stall when he hears a soft snort beside him. Turning his head he smiles, shaking his head. "Now you be quiet. No alerting anyone we are here." He leans in and pats his horse on the neck, then goes back over to Eowyn. He wraps his arms around her when she presses up against him. "Well now I do not believe you would wish to be among horses while we make love." He gives her a look, grinning slightly. "But then again, I do know your love for" He laughs as she clamps her hands over his mouth and gives him a deadly glare. When she goes to pull away he holds tighter to her. "Darling, I was simply referring to all your people's love for horses. Not the other type." He laughs again, unable to help himself. He was so busy laughing that this time he lets her go and does not notice the bucket of trough water being picked up and the water being dumped on his head until he feels the ice cold water hit him. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" He jumps and slips and lands hard on the ground. It takes him a minute to register what just happened and it is a laughing Eowyn that causes him to look at her. Then at himself. He must look a sight sitting there on the dusty, hay strewn floor, soaking wet. Oh if his father saw him he would be dead. A Steward's son was always to be proper. But then again, he was Steward. And his father was not here. And he was sure that if it was his father in his position with his mother standing over him laughing and holding an empty water bucket, well, he couldn't picture it but he was sure Denethor would not have found anything in the situation to be upset about. He himself could see the humor in it. And when he stands up and brushes himself off he tries to look dignified. "Well now, I do not believe you, Eowyn, Lady of Rohan, have the right to dump dirty horse water over the Steward of Gondor's head." He smirks at her look, one that said 'oh yeah? And what is the steward going to do about it?'. He shakes his head. "Eowyn, Eowyn, Eowyn. Have you learned nothing of my nature yet?" With that he grabs her and pulls her against him, smirking as she screams and tells him no. "Why? Oh you wish another way to get wet?" He snickers and picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her over to the large trough at the end of the stables. "Kicking will do you no good, Lady. Especially if you hit that which you most desire."
During the whole thing only one thing had been going through her mind. One main thing. That was how much she loved him, loved this. When she picked up the bucket to dump the water over his head, she did not hesitate, because she knew that he wouldn't get mad, or at least that if he did he wouldn't stay mad. She was having too much fun with him and judging from the laughter in his eyes, he was too. "Why do you ask," she asks him when he questions her as to if she had not learned of his nature yet. That was when she starts to think she might have gone to far as he carries her over to the trough at the end of he stables. "Faramir! No!!! Faramir!!!" She doesn't know why she is still laughing as she kicks and screams at him, but she does until finally she stops and gets serious, holding him around his waist tight, her face pressed against the small of his back. "You better not do it or else I am not going to make love to you tonight. You will have to wait till we are married, because I will not make love to you all wet." Her voice was muffled, but she was sure he could still hear her, well she hoped because she wasn't going to loosen her hold.
He stops tugging on her waist, having been doing that to try and get her to let go of his waist. He thinks about her ultimatum. "Well....but I am all wet. And I more than likely smell of a horse." He grins as she says he smelled perfectly fine. "Ah see. I always knew you had a thing for horses. I" But he doesn't finish. Instead he feels her slip down from his hold behind him and then feels her push him into the trough. He surfaces and shakes his head, spraying water all over. "Oh well NOW I do not care if you wish never to make love again. You will be paying for that!" And with that he reaches out and grabs her dress, pulling her into the trough with him, snickering as she screams.
She can't help it. When he loosens his hold and then says she likes horses again she sees red. Siliding down his back was the easy part, but it takes her a second to figure out how she was going to get him into the trough without catching her at it. It hits her and instantly she is on her back, her now bare feet on his back, having lost her shoes while kicking at him, she kicks the small of his back, pushing him into the water and laughing hard. She stands up with a smirk on her face, a smirk that is instantly gone when he grabs her dress and pulls her into the water after him. "NO!!!!!! FARAMIR NO!!!!!!!!!" She couldn't believe it as she comes up coughting and sputtering. She splashes him with water in the face, using her other hand to push her wet hair off her face, glaring at him, looking like a drowned rat. "You pig!" She uses both hands this time to splash him. "You are a pig and you are going to regret getting me wet!" She huffs and struggles to get out of the trough, but he pulls her back in, trapping her in his lap and telling her to settle down. "I will NOT settle down!" But already she was starting to see the humor in it, though she was refusing to let him see she was breaking. "You are in big trouble Lord Stewardship person! You," she shakes her finger at him, her eyes going wide when she suddenly found herself being pushed under the water again, faintly hearing something about cooling off before she slides beneigth the murky water. She comes back up sputtering and screaming. "OH NO YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT!" She screams, splashing him again with both hands, falling backwards so that she is able to kick water at him as well. "You are going to stay wet all night! You smell and no about of being nice is getting you out of this one!" She sputters and goes to climb out of the trough. "I am going home!"
He laughs, enjoying this little game. But when she gets out of the trough and starts to walk away, seemingly angry, he climbs out and goes after her. "Eowyn wait!" He grabs her arm and spins her around, then before she can even say a word, his lips are on hers and he is kissing her with a deep passion. His tongue touches her lips, seeking entrance and when she grants it, he deepens the kiss even more, his tongue exploring her mouth. When he finally pulls back he smiles at her. "Do you wish to still leave, My Lady? Or would you rather I do that again?"
She had no intention of leaving, though had he let her she was going to go take a bath in his room. But when he stops her and kisses her, she almost melts against him. She stares at him skeptically. "Well I do not know. If you will stop making remarks about horses.... I will let you have another chance to change my mind about leaving." She pauses and motions to his clothing. "And what about your wet clothes," then motions to hers, "and mine?"
He smiles. "Ah now that is a simple one." He pulls away from her and undoes the strings that kept his shirt closed. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it over a saddle fence beside him, then he smiles at her. "We will have to take our clothes off and let them dry a bit before we leave here. Or everyone will know what we have done. And while we wait we can hide in the hay loft and oh say spend the time making love like we were suppose to before you started all this?" He looks at her innocently, putting on one of his cutest smiles.
She tilts her head to the side, smiling seductively at him, holding her arms out to her sides. "I am going to need help getting out of this wet dress. It is so ... sticky and heavy... I don't think I can peel it off all by myself." She doesn't move, waiting to see what he would do as she caressed his body with her eyes, letting them travel slowly from his eyes to his toes the back, pausing at certain places to linger.
He grins and walks over to her, leaning in to kiss her lightly before he moves around behind her and starts to untie the strings at the back of her dress. When he is finished he helps slide the wet material off her shoulders and down her arms, then down over her slim waist till the material falls to the floor in a heap. He then smiles and turns her around. He walks over and picks up the blanket, then goes and finds a few more in the tack room. He then walks back to her and smiles, wrapping the blanket from his room around her shoulders. "You look cold, Love. Here, let us go up to the loft and get warm." He takes her hand and leads her to the ladder that leads up to the large hayloft. He climbs up before her, tossing the blankets up there before turning and taking her hand to help her the rest of the way. Once they are both up there he climbs back down and sets her dress out on one of the saddle fences to dry. He then drops his pants and steps out of them after pulling off his boots. He turns his boots upside down and puts his pants beside his shirt to dry. Finally done he climbs up into the loft and spreads out one blanket, then wraps another blanket around himself and sits down on the blanket he spread out. He smiles at her when she sits down beside him. "Need to get warm. My toes are freezing!"
She doesn't say a word the whole time, only nodding at the right times. Finally when they are up in the loft and she is sitting by him, she glances sideways at him, raising a brow at his statement. "Your toes are cold?" She opens her blanket and her arms to him. 'You need to get out of that blanket and join me in this one. It is much softer and warmer in here then in that raggedy old thing. Do you not want this softness," she straightens her shoulders ever so slightly as she speaks, causing her breasts to perk up just enough, their round fullness as if she were with child, but was actually nature's gift. Her fingers ached to touch him, to feel the rippling muscles across his chest. She could almost feel his tight abs and chest, the result of shooting so many arrows over such a long time, as well as his sides, not even a single ounce of fat on his lean trim body. She licks her lips, tasting his kiss from only minutes before and needing t taste it again. She almost whimpers as she looks into his eyes, hers begging him to come to her, to let her wrap her arms around him and keep him safe within their shelter. "My Love?"
He looks at her and smiles, thinking about it a moment before he drops his blanket and moves over to her. He lays down with her, smiling when she wraps her arms and the blanket around him. He in turn wraps his arms around her and pulls her close. "Hmmmmm yes. It is much warmer and softer in here." He smiles and kisses her slowly and softly for a moment, just savoring the feel of her body pressed against his. He loved how her breasts brushed against his chest when she moved. A thought suddenly hits him and he pulls back from the kiss, smiling at her. "You said before, that I am a sexual person and you are worried you will not be enough." He smiles at her look. "Eowyn, Darling. I am this way because of you. With anyone else I would not be this way at all. I love you, Eowyn. You will be more than enough for me." He smiles and kisses her again, this time a lot more passionately.
She blushes at his words, they warm her soul as they ring true with him as well. She never had felt a dying need to be a part of Aragorn. Granted she had ached to feel his lips on hers, but not like this. Never like this. This was something that she could not fight, she had been unable to fight. No matter what it may have brought to her family, she had been unable to fight him. In the morning all would be well, they would be married, those that met them along their journey now would know them as husband and wife and any look or touch would never seem shameful. Yet the kiss he was giving her now was not shameful to her and she returns it with relish. She presses her body up against his. "Yes," she gasps as he finally pulls away from him to gaze into his face tenderly. "I feel that too, the way your body seems to call to mine, the pull of your love, Faramir. I can understand what you mean." She runs her hands up and down his back slowly, tenderly.
He smiles at her, kissing her softly again. "Then I will never need to fear that you will search out the love of another. And you need never fear the same, Eowyn. I would never betray you like that. As I know you would never betray me." He smiles at her, love and trust shining in his eyes. "So if we are ever apart and you have your doubts just remember what I told you here today. And I will do the same when I see you speaking with our King." Ah and there it was. That little bit of truth came out finally. He knew she had once loved Aragorn. And yes, a little part of him was still worried she still did. But anytime he felt that jealousy creeping up, he would remind himself of the look in Eowyn's eyes when she looked upon him, Faramir. It was vastly different from the look she gave the King. And it always made him smile and forget everything but her.
She pauses what she is doing, her hands still on his back as she looks into his eyes questioningly. Then she pulls him back to the hay to lay over her as she smiles tenderly up at him. "Are you worried about Aragorn, my Love?" She brings one hand around from his back to lightly caress his cheek, her eyes following her fingers against his skin, watching them as she lightly brushing his beard down in place. "Tell me what worries you about our King." She realizes then that Aragorn would be her king, once she married Faramir.
He smiles at her, laying against her slightly, just enough to rest his weight on her but not enough to make her uncomfortable. "It is nothing, Love. I just know you loved him before you loved me." He smiles. "I know you love me as you look at me different than you look at him. I remember how you look at me when I see you with him." He kisses her softly. "I do not wish you to stay away from him, I would never ask that of you. I trust you, Eowyn."
She returns his kiss, sighing softly as she starts to run her fingers along his back again. "You and I have had a talk about this before and just what he meant to me. I had thought that I had eased your mind then, but I can see now that he will be a problem between us from time to time. And so, from time to time," she pushes against him rolling him onto his back, the blanket now trapped under him so that she no longer had to hold onto it to keep it around them. "So from time to time I will just have to reassure you that you are the one for me and the only one." She smiles lovingly down into his face. Then she moves her lips down to his neck where she kisses him softly, tenderly, nipping at his neck a little as she does before running her tongue along his skin, loving the taste of him. "Mmmmm yes," she breaths against his neck, her lips moving slowly up it to nibble on his earlobe finally. "But I do not mind." She pulls back and looks down into his face, hers full of her love for him. I never loved Aragorn like I love you. I never felt anything close to what I feel for you, for him." She kisses his lips this time, her tongue running slowly over his bottom lip as she does. "I would never have gone to bed with him before marrying him, that I can tell you truthfully." She looks into his eyes as she says this, just so that he could see she was telling the truth. It was important for her that he knew she was being totally honest. "I may have desired him but never enough to chance my honor or that of my family's. Only you could have me chancing everything for your love."