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PLEASE READ: Adult themes are strongly present in this chapter. If you don't like to read that kind of things, please don't read this chapter. There isn't any major event other than usual wedding night activities.

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Chapter 34

Avelina laughed as she spun around the dance floor with Éomer. Once the feast had been concluded and the tables cleared for dancing, music filled the hall and Avelina and Éomer had yet to sit down. He also had yet to anyone else dance with his bride. Even when Eothain, Legolas, Faramir, and Gimli asked to cut in he wouldn't let them. As the song ended Avelina stopped and looked up at him and took deep breaths. "Éomer, I must rest," she said quietly and he smiled. She squeezed his hand and led him over to the table that was reserved for them, Éowyn and the others. She sat down with a sigh and Éomer laughed as he looked at her.

"Come now, you can't be that tired!" he exclaimed as he subtly winked at Faramir and Legolas, who stood next to the table. Avelina raised an eyebrow at him before looking at Éowyn and thanking her kindly for the goblet of water she handed her. After she took a deep drink she stood from her seat and looked up at Éomer. She giggled before she turned to Legolas and led him out onto the floor when another song began to play. Éomer turned and watched them go out onto the floor. Legolas laughed as he began to dance with her.

"Éomer does not look too happy, Avelina," Legolas said as they moved across the floor. Avelina grinned and looked in the direction of her love briefly to see him looking at her with a surprised look on his face that slowly was morphing into something else.

"He will be fine," she said through a quiet laugh. Legolas smiled and nodded his head before he spun her around to the fast paced music. After a moment longer, Avelina saw Legolas smirk and suddenly a hand rested on his shoulder, stopping his movements. The pair looked over to see Éomer looking strangely at Legolas.

"I'm afraid I must steal my wife away, my friend," he said stiffly. Avelina raised an eyebrow at him, but Legolas just smirked.

"Of course, she after all stole away with me, my lord," he said as he let go of Avelina and stepped aside. Éomer nodded with a glare and Avelina grinned once more. When Éomer reached for her she laughed quietly and raised her skirts before she slowly made her way across the hall and down the corridor that led to their now shared chamber. Éomer watched her walk away; her exit seemed to go unnoticed by nearly all that remained even though there was very few that did remain due to the hour. Legolas chuckled quietly. "I believe she wishes to retire, Éomer, are you to join her?" he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and Éomer met the elf's mischief filled gaze. Éomer flushed very lightly and nodded his head.

"Will you give my regards to the others?" he asked. Legolas nodded and Éomer bowed his head before he took the path Avelina had taken just moments before.

Avelina sat at her vanity, the one that had been given to her by Éowyn and Faramir as a 'welcome to the family' gift, even though Faramir was yet to become a member of the family. It was beautiful dark rich wood, and the seat was covered with deep blue velvet, the color Éowyn claimed matched Avelina's eyes. She wondered if her games with Éomer had truly angered him as she slowly took the flowers from her hair. Silence surrounded her along with several candles and a large burning fire.

She heard the door to the sitting room open and close. Her heart started to race knowing full well that it was Éomer when she heard his heavy footfalls walk to the open bed chamber door. She kept her eyes trained on her reflection when she felt his eyes on her as she struggled to remove one of the flowers from the back of her hair. Suddenly, his hands were over hers and helped her remove the tangled flower. She looked up at him through the looking glass.

"Do you enjoy teasing me little one?" he asked. She gave him a playful smile and stood. Avelina turned around and looked up at him.

"Very much so," she whispered before she raised up slightly and kissed his chin. As she made to move around him, his hands grasped her waist firmly, not letting her move. He raised one hand and ran his fingers through her hair noticing that she had already removed the many flowers that were laced in her hair as well as her crown. Éomer removed his crown and sat it on her vanity, never breaking their eye contact. Avelina took a deep breath and raised her right hand to his face. She ran her fingers across his chin then down his neck. Her fingers trembled slightly and it did not go unnoticed by Éomer.

"Avelina," he whispered before he leaned down and claimed her lips feverishly. Avelina whimpered against his lips when his left hand gripped her hip almost painfully, but not to the point that it hurt her. He pulled away from her then and looked down at her with a heated gaze. She had seen that look many times before when they had gone to each other's chamber before they retired. He sighed heavily and moved his hands to hold her face in his hands. He rubbed his thumbs across her cheeks before he leaned into her once more and claimed her lips once again, but much more gently then he had just moments before. When he pulled back once again, he could not believe that she was his. She was his wife. She loved him more than anything and he knew that for she told him countless times.

He pulled the scarf from her neck and ran his fingers across the faded bruises and met her gaze once again.

"If you wish to wait . . . I will wait until you are ready. I know from what Alric had done to you, you have been-," Avelina raised her fingers to his lips and silenced him.

"Éomer, you are not him. I will openly admit to you that I was nervous for this night, but not because of him . . . but because I worry that I am not adequate for you." He gently grasped her wrist and lowered her fingers from his lips.

"You are more than adequate for me Avelina." She blushed deeply and he smiled. He stepped back from her and looked at her closely. The firelight bounced off her hair, and he quietly admitted to himself that he loved how she looked in firelight. She always looked like she glowed because of the color of her hair and the way the flames bounced off of it. However, he noticed that that night her dress seemed to glow as well. Éomer assumed it was because the garment was Elvin made and that perhaps some of their magic was sewn into the fabric.

He held out his hand to her and she took his hand. He pulled her close to him and let go of her hand before he walked behind her. Avelina's heart was pounding steadily her chest as he gathered her hair and pulled it over her shoulder so it left her back open to him. He leaned down and kissed her exposed neck and she shivered when his fingers fingered the top of her dress and then began to untie the lacing.

"For nearly two years, you are the only concern that seems to stay constant in my mind," he whispered as the bodice of her dress began to loosen. He kissed her neck once more. "I love you," he said heatedly across her neck and she shivered once again. Her dress was untied and he pushed the soft fabric from her shoulders sending the fabric onto the floor around her. There was a lining in the dress that did not require her to wear a shift so she stood as bare as the day she was born before him. She did not feel the need to cover herself in front of him, but the slight goose pimples that spread across her skin made her skin tingle. His warm hands moved down her back and stopped at her hips. He pushed her slightly on her right hip and pulled on her left one, turning her around to face him.

Avelina looked up at him and met his gaze before his eyes slowly moved down her form and took in the sight of her. When his eyes met hers again she saw a deep fire in them, much like the one that presented itself when he was in battle. With tentative hands she reached up for the top clasp of his tunic and unclipped the silver clasp followed by the second one. She ran her hands down his chest to the bottom of his tunic and pulled the material from his breeches and then slowly pulled the shirt over his head. He helped her by raising his arms and removing it fully. As the discarded tunic fell the floor along with her wedding gown she ran her palms across his broad chest and felt shiver run through her at the feel of his heart directly under her hands, a heart that was pounding just as hard as hers.

"Am I truly enough for you, love?" she asked gently and he smiled before he leaned down and kissed her slowly and deeply. At the feel of his bare chest pressed against hers and his warm hands sprawled across her back and just above her backside, she wanted more of him. She wanted to feel his weight on her as he laid above her, she wanted to feel him within her, and she knew that no matter what their future held the memory of that night would always bring joy to her heart. He slowly pulled his lips from hers but kept their bodies pressed against each other.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked breathlessly his words dancing across her lips. She only managed a small nod and he smiled.

"Will you show me again?" she asked her eyes wide and open to him like a book he could read with ease. Éomer nodded and lifted her from the floor. She gasped quietly and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to the large bed and laid her upon the soft linens. She laid back against the many pillows and watched him carefully as he stepped back.

Éomer was amazed at the sight before him. He knew she was beautiful, many times he found himself thinking he was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even at the times where she was covered in dirt and sweating, or her hair matted and knotted, or when she slept. He slowly removed his boots just to enjoy the sight of her upon his bed, waiting for him just as he had dreamed countless times: bare and looking at him expectantly with want, love, and desire deep within her dark blue pools.

He kept his breeches on as he climbed onto the bed and laid next to her. She looked at him and he ran his fingers down her cheek, then her neck before he took her chest into his hand. She took in a ragged breath and he leaned down and claimed her lips gently. He then moved his hand down her side and then kissed down her jaw line, neck and then his lips moved to her soft mounds taking the time to give each peak its due attention. Avelina closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly as she sighed heavily and took deep breaths letting them out slowly.

His hand had moved from where it had been resting on her hip, to her ready center causing her to gasp loudly and for her to arch her back from the new and unexpected sensation. Éomer lifted his head and looked at her only to have her grasp his face and pull him to her lips.

"Please, do not toy with me," she whispered against his lips after she had pulled away from her kiss and his hand continued to tease her gently. She whimpered and took a ragged breath before her darkened eyes met his. "I need you." Her hands moved from his face down his chest to the tie of his breeches. She slowly untied them and the dark material loosened from his body. He removed his hand from her and helped her removed the now very uncomfortable breeches.

When the material joined their other clothing he could not help but smile when her eyes traveled to his manhood and widened slightly. If anything, she knew how to make him feel good about himself with just one look. He moved over her then and her eyes moved back to his. He lowered himself closer to her and kissed her tenderly before he slid his left hand under her back and pulled her up to meet him. Avelina could feel him near her entrance and she returned his gentle kiss as she buried her fingers in his golden locks. He pulled his lips away from her and the only sound in the empty room was their heavy breathing and the soft sound of the wind outside.

"I love you, Éomer," she said quietly and a small smile found its way across his lips.

"And I love you Avelina," he said huskily as he reached down and in one swift movement the pair became one. She cried out quietly and Éomer kept still and watched her face closely. They stayed still for a moment when he felt her slowly move her hips. Avelina opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I am ready, Éomer. Move, but move gently," she said breathlessly. Éomer sighed and kissed her before he did as she requested.

Soon, the pain disappeared and Avelina found herself meeting each of his movements. She whimpered from the range of feelings that coursed through her and with each noise Éomer made, with each kiss, touch, and thrust, she felt a tightening in her lower half. He began to move more quickly and when a move of his hand and body Avelina cried out his name and threw her arms around him as she trembled. Éomer did the same and took deep breaths as his head was buried in the crook of her neck.

After a moment he pulled back slightly and looked down at her. She ran a trembling hand across his glistening face and a small smile formed across her lips. He returned her smile and brushed her damp hair from her face.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently and she giggled.

"I have never been better, love," she said her voice dry and husky. He laughed quietly and nodded. When he pulled away from her he saw her wince and frowned.

"I did not hurt you did I?" he asked and she smiled as she moved closer to him and laid against his chest.

"I expected the pain, and I assume I shall be sore, but with time the pain will disappear," she said with a blush as she looked up at him. Éomer was surprised to see her blush especially considering the events of moments before; however, he smiled all the same.

"That it will, little one," he kissed her forehead and pulled her naked form even closer to him before he pulled the coverings over them. She grinned and laid her head against his chest before she closed her eyes letting the exhaustion finally take over. Éomer smiled again despite himself. He couldn't help it, he was far too happy to do anything but hold her and smile. He slowly closed his eyes and with one final squeezed of the form next to him fell asleep into a world of dreams that showed nothing to him but Avelina's smiling face and the joys of their future together.