Faramir smiles when she moves him onto his back. He moves his hands over her back, lightly caressing and running his fingers up and down her spine gently. He tilts his head back a little as she speaks to him, letting her have better access to his neck. He growls softly when she nips him, grinning at her when she pulls back to look at him. His grin turns into a loving smile when he sees the truth in her eyes. He pulls his hand out of the blanket and gently caresses her cheek. "I do not see how it can be considered chancing your honor when I am to be your husband tomorrow." He smiles and leans up to kiss her, then lays back down and gently brushes her hair back behind her ear. "We will not have much of a wedding night though." He smiles. "Unless we make tonight our wedding night? We could do that."
Eowyn raises a brow at him in slight shock. "It was chancing my honor the other times that we made love, or do you not remember those times? Am I that forgettable that you do not remember our reunion when you came here only a short time ago?" Her look becomes even more distressed, though she does not really feel it, it was to make her point. "You do not even remember the day you took my virginity? Here I thought that I was not so easily forgotten.... for those days would be days that had we been caught I could have lost a lot as you could have, suck as your life had my brother caught you." The smile twitches at the corner of her mouth and she has to take a shaky breath before going on. I would have counted those days, not just tonight, if I remember correctly."
"Oh Darling." He smiles and reaches up to caress her cheek. "I shall never forget those times. Our first time will always be remembered, as will each and every other time. What I meant is I do not see it anymore as you or I doing something wrong. I never really did." He runs his fingers through her hair, smiling up at her before he moves his hands down to her hips. "Darling, I'm a little cold still. Do you think you could somehow warm me?" He smiles innocently, wondering if she would catch onto his meaning.
She grins seductively at him, lifting her leg slowly to rub her inner thigh slowly from his outer thigh up to his hip then back down again. "Well I think that I could try to warm you up, Love." She twitches her hip just enough that it causes the heart of her womanhood to rub against his manhood that was leaving no doubt to either of them just how ready he was for her. "I can see that it won't be too hard for me to get your fire started." She twitches her hip again, this time a little slower in a downward motion that now lets him feel how moist she was without letting him enter her just yet.
He grins at her, groaning softly and shivering when he feels her heat rubbing against him. "Hmmmmm no. I do not think it will be very hard at all, Darling. As you already have it smoking." He grins and runs his hands down over her bottom, squeezing it gently before he leans up and kisses her deeply.
She meets him halfway, her tongue caressing his as she parts his lips with her tongue. Oh yes, most definitely smoking, but not just him, she was smoking from the heat that he was causing.
She moves her body slowly along his, her nipples instantly tightening and hardening as she feels the rub against his hard chest, a sensation that even he could feel she was sure. It causes a moan to mingle with their kiss, a kiss that she deepens, her lips opening wider, sucking his tongue into her mouth to rub the side of hers against the side of his.
She takes her nails and rakes the back of them slowly up the sides of his arms from his elbows to his shoulders and back down again to rest the palms of her hands against the outside of forearms.
She loved touching him, feeling his rougher skin against her soft skin. The feel of his abs against her belly made her suck in her breath suddenly and pull away from the kiss, her eyes locking with his. "You have been keeping busy." Her hand moves between them and she runs her fingertips over his well toned muscles, moving them up his sides and then slowly across his chest. "Very busy, it would seem. I do hope that I can help you with that over the next few months."
He groans softly against her lips, loving the way it felt to have her rubbing against him like she was. He could indeed feel her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. And it was a wonderful feeling. He moves one hand up and into her hair, holding her head so that should couldn't pull away from the kiss yet. His other hand rested lightly on the small of her back.
When she does pull away he lays back and looks up at her, grinning slightly. He uses the moment to run his hand over her stomach. "Ah. Well in my spare time I have been training new archers for my Rangers. Pulling back an arrow needs strength. And teaching them stealth in forests also requires one to stay trim and quick. You see, unlike Boromir, who has a soldier's build like father did, I am a ranger through and through." He grins slightly. "But you my dear, you seem to have kept busy as well. Sword fighting with my brother?" He waits for her answer before continuing. "You will help me I am sure. I can still teach you to use a bow and arrows if you wish."
She shakes her head. "No, I had not fought your brother until today." She quickly goes on as the memory of that fight was too fresh, even if the end result had been great and he was now going to get the help he needed. "I have just been working around the village, trying to help with the widows and their homes. We are..." she stops herself, realizing that now was not that time to get all excited about the progress within the village. Now was the time to make love to him. She blushes as she goes on. "Let's just say that I have been busy with the village ladies and some men. You will have to keep me busy somehow in Gondor, Love. As you have been training your Rangers, I will need to have something to do." She runs her fingertips along the inside of his arms, up over his chest and down his sides. She had been laying on him again, but now she lifts her body from his at the waist, arching her body so that her lower body pressed hard against him while her nipples barely grazed his chest as she straddles his hips. She rests on her knees and wrapping her legs around his, her ankles resting high on his calves. "I think that I am going to have to try something new, something I just recently learned." She doesn't realize that sounded like someone had taught her how to do it.
He smiles and moves his hand up to lightly caress her breasts, listening to her for a moment while he rubs his fingers over her nipples. When she says he had to find something for her to do he grins. "I already have, Love. You will see when we reach Gondor." He leans in and lightly kisses her neck and shoulders, but when she says something she just recently learned he pulls away and looks at her. "You've been reading books?" It doesn't even enter his mind how that could sound like she had been practicing with another man. No. He would never think that of her. No. When she had said that he had instantly thought she had read about it somewhere, or been told by one of her handmaidens. "Or have you been discussing me with someone you trust?" He smiles at her, watching her carefully in the dark, his eyes having become adjusted to it quickly, yet another trait that could be traced back to his mother's side of the family and the elf blood there.
When he asks her if she read about it or talked to someone, it does then dawn on her that it could have sounded like she had tried it with someone. Her heart suddenly sores as she realizes that he didn't jump to that conclusion, that he instantly thought she was reading up on things. She becomes choked up because of it and has to take a deep breath, blinking a few times to clear the tears from her eyes, the deep breath to take the huskiness out of her voice because of the same thing. She nods so that he doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary, then goes on. "Yes and no. I have talked to someone, not necessarily someone I trust, though I do, Theresa, it just happened that we got to talking about marriage and the sort and then it started us on something else, making love, spouses and making love. And she told me something," she says as she blushes, having found it easier to talk to the old woman then to talk to Faramir about it. "She doesn't know about you and me, she was just passing something on for later, for when I was married. So, I could either try it tonight, or later, when we are married...."
He smiles at her, nodding as he runs his hands over her breasts again, caressing them lightly, rubbing his palms over her nipples. "Yes? And what was it that she told you about? Or perhaps you'd like to show me?" He leans up and kisses her. "You may show me, Eowyn. Tonight. Because we will have to be quiet on the trip." He grins slightly. "We will have companions then."
She grins down at him, then looks around and then back at him. "We can not yell here either, but we do have a little more privacy." She leans down and kisses him softly, whispering against his lips. "I will have to try it tonight, but there is no certainty that I can do it right." She blushes. "We will just have to try over and over till I get it right, through the years."
A grin appears on his face. "Yes. We will have to practice for many many many years. And after that we will have to practice more. For you can never get too much practice with something." He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close, kissing her deeply for a moment before he tries to roll her over onto her back. He was aching to be inside her now, and she wasn't doing anything yet so he figured he might take the lead. But he can't help but laugh as she pushes him back onto his back. "Darling....as much as I love talking with you....we could still talk while making love you know."
She grins down at him. "Yes, yes yes... but you see," she presses her heat against him again, this time wiggling just a little so that his hardens was now buried into her moist heat, on the verge of entering her. "I said that I wanted to try something new. Part of that was to first make it so that you were on the verge, that you could hardly hold back." She moves her lips to his neck and starts to kiss him. She brings her knees up to about the middle of his chest. The way she was sitting over him made it easier for her to mount him. Which was what she did, without waiting another second she takes a breath and shifts her hips till he is now in her, causing her to gasp from the feeling as she rests her forehead against his shoulder, kissing his neck, her hands now gripping his upper arms. "Hold still, Faramir. You can't move at all." She starts to rotate her hips in a clockwise direction, breathing very slowly as she tries to steady her heartbeat and her body. She was already shaking from the effect that this was causing in her. She had been told to tease him, to get him until he was as hard as she thought he could get. She had tried doing that by sitting on him as she had been and pressing herself hard against him, letting him feel the moistness from inside her. Resting his length just on the inside so that when she was pressed like that. The head of his member would rub against her clit and the base of his member was at her opening. Pressed like that, and enveloped like that, was supposed to get him super hard, so she had been told. She was then supposed to make small movements up and down, though not enough so that he could enter her. Then when he was hard she had been told to kneel over him like this. She could feel why now, she never would have thought of it on her own, that was for sure, as it wasn't even as if she were just on top. No, this way she was totally open to him and it allowed him to enter her completely.
She keeps taking slow breaths as she works her hips up and down, each time she was able to bring him all the way to the base of his member into her, hitting so deep in her she thought that he could go no further even if he was longer. As she gets herself under control, for she had instantly put herself on the edge and about ready to explode the second deep thrust, she brings her head back as she starts to move a little faster. "How is that?" she whispers thickly as she locks her eyes with his. She kept her body laying like it was on him, though she moves her arms around his neck and holds him tight her knees remaining high as the pace speeds up a little. "I did not know I could do that." She pants.
"I am very much on the edge, Darling Eowyn. And if you...." He groans as he feels her moist heat rubbing against him. "If you do that again you will see how close I am." He smiles and moves his hands to her hips but then has to move them to her thighs as she moves into a better position. When she finally allows him to enter her he can't help the shiver that runs through him, or the moan of pleasure that escapes his mouth. If he wasn't so good at controlling himself, he would have lost it just at the feel of her wrapped hot and tight around him. When she tells him not to move he gives her a slight pout. "But I need to move. I need to, Eowyn." He sees her look and smiles, then groans deeply when she begins to move on him, gripping her thighs to resist the urge to thrust into her himself. "Oh that is very good, Darling." He groans again, starting to breathe heavily, a look of pure pleasure on his face and in his eyes as he looks at her.
His look, mirroring hers, spurs her on and she quickens her pace. She was breathing heavily now, barely able to keep a hold on her orgasm.
She grips his shoulders, keeping her arms behind his neck, smiling down into his face. "Yes, you could move, but isn't this.... isn't this so much better?" the last part was but a whispers and once more her forehead rest on his shoulder. "Faramir, oh Faramir," she whispers. She didn't know if she could hold out a moment longer, the sweat from her efforts now coated her chest, causing her to slip and slide down his chest, thinking that if she didn't hold on she would surely slip right off him. She then tries something else, something she didn't realize would send her over the edge, but had the intention of bringing him more pleasure. She tightens her moist heat hard, concentrating on it at first as she tries what she was told to and suddenly as she tightens and thrusts her hips down she could swear the whole world had exploded. She feels a burning deep within her and then it explodes and radiates throughout her whole body. She doesn't stop what she is doing, wanting him to join her as she feels wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, her body trembling almost violently. "FARAMIR!" she screams, unable to stop herself.
There was sweat rolling down his face, merely because of the effort it took to keep still and not move. He looked like he was in pain, and in a way he was, but it was the good pain. The one that came before the incredible pleasure he would feel when he had his release. He breathes heavily, gritting his teeth as he watches her. And it is when she tightens around him and starts to pulsate with her own orgasm that he can't take it anymore. He grips her thighs hard and flips her over onto her back. All reason was gone from his mind now as he slams hard and deep into her, grunting and groaning before he finally thrusts hard one last time and releases deep into her. He collapses on top of her, totally spent now and breathing heavily.
Her breathing echoed his, both labored and faint as they tried to get their breaths back. "I love you, Faramir," she finally whispers against his neck, her legs down loose though she did keep her ankles wrapped around his as she runs her finger tips up and down his sweaty back. "I love you more then life itself." She meant it too, she wasn't just saying that because they had just made love, she meant it. She rolls her head back against his arm that was under her neck, stretching the muscles that had tensed up during her orgasm. "Mmmm Faramir, my Love." She sighs, her breathing starting to come back to her.
He smiles and lightly kisses her neck, then pulls back and rolls onto his side beside her, shivering as the cold night air hits him. The blanket must have fallen off sometime during their love making. He reaches down and grabs it, pulling it up over them. "As I love you, Darling. And yes. We must practice that again. And again. And again. I very much enjoyed it." He grins, laying on his side and propping himself up on his elbow beside her. He reaches over and pulls a piece of hay out of her hair. "Anything else you were told about? And you have hay in your hair." But she looked so beautiful, laying there covered in sweat and flushed from making love. So beautiful and so damn desirable.
She takes the hay from his fingers and smiles. "Then you need to get them out." She tosses it aside and picks one out of his hair, holding it up so he can see it. "You do too, Faramir." She grins playfully at him. "You do know that we are going to have to both sneak back to our rooms wrapping in these blankets, don't you?" She starts to pick the hay out of his hair after rolling onto her side and resting her head on the palm of her hand. "There is no way that our clothes will be dry, and I hate to tell you this, but you look like you just made love." She giggles, unable to stop herself. "And I do not mean just because you have hay in your hair. But because you have a look on your face that screams that you just made love. I think that you always have it, if I can remember correctly, it is hard because right after making love to you all I can think about is how good you made me feel and how much I love you." She giggles again, tossing another piece aside. "We will just have to be really careful."
He did indeed have a look on his face. One that screamed a smug satisfaction. Though on him it didn't look smug. It looked cute. "Do I? Well...I do not think there will be a problem for me. I can move without being heard. You on the other hand...." He laughs as she smacks him. "Alright. Alright. We could always sneak in through the window in my room. You could clean up there and stay with me tonight. Like you did the other night."
She gets an idea, an idea what would make him admit that he wasn't as great as he claimed, well at least not more so then her like he was implying. "Well, my Love, since you seem to think that you can move without being heard," which she knew he could, but that didn't mean she couldn't, " and you seem to think that I can not," she gets a twinkle in her eyes, "then you can carry me to your window. That way we get there without you making a sound and we make it there safely." Now she can't help it but she smirks, a very satisfied look on her face. If she were standing she would have crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot.
He smirks and shakes his head at her, about to say something when he hears voices. He quickly indicates that she should be quiet before he moves silently to the edge of the loft. He looks down and is met with clothes thrown into his face. He sits back, hearing a laugh. "Beregond?"
Beregond had been leaving his room to check on Boromir when a young man had run right into him. He had looked flustered. When asked where he was running to he had informed him he was off to find the king since someone had taken to locking themselves in the stables and they feared the person was doing something bad to the horses. He doesn't know why but he has a sneaking suspicion that it had nothing to do with the horse, the reason the door was locked. Informing the young man that he would inform the King of it he smiles and watches as the young man runs off, nodding, saying he would get the guards. Beregond had then quickly rushed to Faramir's room and gotten a change of clothes for him. And then had also managed to sneak into Eowyn's room to find a dress for her. He had a feeling they would need it. He shakes his head to himself and smiles as he heads out to the stables, hoping to get there before anyone else. Unknown to him but the boy was going to tell Eomer. He stops at the gates to the barn, listening for a moment before he hears voices approaching. Damn! He looks around and sees an open window. He might just fit through there. Climbing in he had heard the voices at the door to the stable. Apparently Faramir had heard them too. He knew it was Faramir and Eowyn in the stables. Their clothes were in plain sight. And from the look of it, they had thrown each other into one of the watering troughs. He walks over to the ladder and when Faramir looks over the edge he laughs and tosses his clothes at him. "Yes my Lord Faramir, it is I. And you and your Lady would do best to put these clothes on. Lady Eowyn's brother is arriving. With guards. Perhaps dressed you could convince him you were in here just tending to your horses?" He couldn't see anything but Faramir's head, but he knew Eowyn was up there with him. Ah young people and their love. He passes the clothes he had brought for Eowyn to Faramir when he hears the soft voice, which sounded quite embarrassed, asking if there were clothes for her as well.