Okay, so here is the wedding night! It's rated a little more maturely than the other chapters so beware! Also heads up, I have never written a love scene from the perspective of a man so that might be a little rough as well. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Chapter Eleven (Eomer)

I had watched my new wife dance with nearly all of our male guests during the times when I was not myself dancing with her. Sitting down with a goblet of wine at my spot at the high table, I observed her movements as she danced with Amrothos. They were both smiling and again I noticed the not-so-subtle resemblance between the dark siblings. Their hair was the exact same raven shade; their faces had the same strong structure with a proud forehead, pronounced cheekbones, pointed chins, and straight sharp noses.

That certainly was not all I had noticed while she was dancing. I had seen her in Dol Amroth with a wet, nearly transparent swimming slip clinging to her body and that image had haunted me when I was finally allowed quit my work and lay down most nights. I had imagined, from that day on, what it might be like to see her without the slip on. I imagined kneading her breasts and kissing from her collarbone to her navel.

Even as she danced the movement of the fabric of her wedding gown was making me lose focus. As she moved the light blue silk showed her slender waist and caught on her behind, giving me a savory view of her curves.

"Perhaps you should excuse yourself, Your Grace," Hama said as he came to stand behind me.

I was pulled from my reverie.

"You have enjoyed the feast and your people's company for long enough and you are clearly distracted by your queen."

I did not move my gaze from Lothiriel, but instead looked at her over the rim of my wine goblet. "Perhaps you are right."

"I know I am," Hama chuckled before leaving me alone to my thoughts. "I was a young married man once too."

Shortly thereafter, Lothiriel came and sat next to me, out of breath from her constant dancing. She sipped at her own wine to cool down.

"Do you think you have danced enough, Your Grace?" I asked her, using her new title.

She laughed. "That has quite the ring to it."

"I am glad you think so," I replied, waiting for her to answer the rest of my question.

She took one more gulp of wine and stood. "I believe I am finished dancing."

As was customary, as we walked out of the huge hall there was thunderous applause and cheers, wishing us good luck with our first night together. I glanced down at Lothiriel who was flushed pink and I could feel her palm sweating in my own.

"Whose rooms are we going to?" She asked me once she had recovered. "Yours or mine?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"I mean are we going to my rooms or yours?" She looked up at me, just as puzzled.

"Ours, I suppose." I paused. "Is it customary in Gondor for couples to not share rooms?"

"If they have a big enough home. It is quite rare for noble couples to share rooms," she trailed off, adjusting to another aspect of her new culture.

"If you are not comfortable with living together we can make arrangements otherwise," I said gently. I had slowly come to the realization that she gone through some very large changes and given up the life she had known for nigh on twenty years.

"I think it will be fine," she said with a small smile. We had arrived at the door to the King's chambers and I pushed the heavy door open.

Lothiriel stepped inside in front of me and moved through the sitting room, taking everything in. We eventually moved into the bedroom where a huge fire was lit to fight the early spring chill in the air. A table was laid with wine and fruit and I moved toward that.

"It looks as though our things have already become one," Lothiriel said as she opened an armoire with both my tunics and her dresses.

I chuckled. "So it does." I poured myself another goblet of wine, feeling a little nervous now that we were alone in our bedroom. "Would you care for some wine?"

Lothiriel did not answer for a long moment and so I turned to see if she was still in the room or exploring somewhere else. What I saw when I turned nearly made me drop the goblet I held. She stood before me, completely nude, the dress pooled at her feet, with only the thick golden crown of the Queen of Rohan on her head.

I stuttered not quite sure what to say exactly. I felt as nervous as I had all those years ago when I had first encountered a naked woman. She walked toward me and I watched as her hips swayed and the firelight played on her tanned skin.

I felt her hands on my chest first before her lips pressed into mine and then her body melted into me. My own hands strayed to her hair, running through the thick black strands. Eventually, I made myself pull away.

"Lothiriel," I began. "We do not have to do this tonight."

She went back to standing flat on her feet and looked up at me. I fought every male urge just to try and look her in the eye, though I failed more than once.

"It is a duty that I am ready to perform," she said simply.

All of a sudden the word duty was reverberating in my head and anger was licking at my insides. I was brutally reminded that she was not there of her own volition. I had not successfully wooed and won her to be my wife. She was there because I had signed my name to a contract with her father.

"Duty!" I exclaimed. "I was hoping you might see this has something else, but I fear I was mistaken in that thought."

I paced back and forth in front of the fire place, angry with myself and also with Lothiriel. I did not understand why she felt the need to lay our situation so bare in front of us.

"I know that this is a duty, but I thought you had been enjoying yourself here recently. You seemed happy at the feast." Before she could speak, I let another wave of anger wash over me. "Though now I know better. You have merely been content," I said emphasizing the word "content" as I heard her often use it to describe her feelings regarding our marriage.

"Eomer, I-" she stuttered and I glanced in her direction. She was embarrassed in that moment, to be standing completely naked before me. I could tell from the way a blush rose from the tops of her breasts to her cheeks.

"Content is terribly boring, wife, and I believe it would make the worst of bed fellows." I strode towards her and watched as she shrunk, began to cower in front of me as though she were afraid I might strike. I easily scooped her up in my arms, thinking that she weighed less than a sack of potatoes. "Let me give you a taste of your duty."

I lightly tossed her onto the huge bed that was covered with warming furs that I had personally hunted myself years ago. I ripped my tunic over my head, kicked my boots off, and wiggled free from my breeches, matching her nudity with my own.

Fear flashed across her eyes as my manhood was freed from the confines of my breeches. I did not give that a second thought as I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. At this point, she was so scared she could not protest. Could not even squeak out an objection.

However, instead of plunging into her like the brute she thought I was, I sunk to my knees before her and placed her calves on my shoulders. I gently kissed and nibbled the inside of her smooth thighs, making my way toward the very center of her being. Lothiriel's body was tense, I could tell from the pressure on my shoulders.

Gingerly, I moved my mouth over her folds and a sharp gasp came from the bed where she was lying.

"Eomer!" She hissed, sitting up. "What are you doing?" Lothiriel tried to scoot away from my probing tongue. "This is not right."

I broke contact for a brief second, to look up at her. "Relax, Your Grace. I'd like for you to be more than content tonight." I pushed her back down by her shoulder and continued my attentions.

I could feel her holding her breath as I tasted every inch of her. Muskiness surrounded me as she relaxed as I had bid and began to enjoy the sensuousness of what I was offering her. I finally allowed my tongue to graze over her most sensitive spot and her back arched immediately, her legs pulling me in closer.

I was experiencing my own tension just from listening to her pant and even moan on the furs. I lashed my tongue up and down, in circles, with increased pressure until Lothiriel had me stuck in her legs, her knees pressing in on either side of my head.

"Eomer," she moaned my name and I thought I would go over the edge myself, just from hearing my own name escape her rosebud lips.

Just as she was at the peak of her pleasure I freed myself from her legs and stood. It seemed to be the best time to enter her, as she would be experiencing something like she had never had before. It might make the pain more bearable.

As I slowly entered her, she cried out, perhaps from the pain, but I felt her spasm and tighten around me, her heels digging into my lower back. The sounds she made did not sound like noises of discomfort, but noises of falling over the edge into oblivion.

I moved within her carefully at first, though the more I looked at her, the harder it became to control myself. Her hands were clutching the furs desperately and she bit her lower lip, eyes closed. As I began to move more forcefully, her small breasts bounced. I reached out to knead one, my other hand remaining on her bony hip for leverage.

Lothiriel was recovering, but I was just reaching my own crowning moment. After being inside my wife for mere moments, I leaned over her, kissed her deeply on the mouth, and grunted and moaned as I spilled myself within her.

My chest was heaving against hers, but I did not separate us. Lothiriel did not move beneath me for the longest time. Finally, I felt her fingertips, feather light, running up and down my back. It gave me chills as I nuzzled into her neck.

She placed her hands on my chest and pushed as hard she could, which did not budge me. I pulled away, still not separating us completely. I enjoyed the feeling of her and being so intimately connected. It had been a long while since I had loved a woman, at least since our engagement was announced.

"Thank you," she whispered. Her green eyes were clear as they met mine.

I took the golden crown off from around her head and placed it on the end table next to the bed, finally removing myself from the warm surrounding that was my wife.

"I hope you will not see it as a duty any longer," I said in reply.

"I am sorry for my…"

I kissed her a little roughly. "Tonight is not the time for apologies."

"I suppose you are right," she stood and moved around me into the bathroom. I watched her go and swiped a hand over my face. I had thought she had enjoyed our first coupling and I only hoped I was right.

I cleaned myself using the basin and cloth that were set in the corner of the room near the table laid with fruit and wine before slipping underneath the covers. Lothiriel joined me a few moments later, a long braid hanging down her back. She rummaged around in one of the chests of drawers before I saw her pull out a nightgown.

"Not tonight," I said from where I was propped against our headboard.

"What?"

"I said not tonight." I beckoned for her to join me as she was. "I would have my wife's warm body pressed against me."

Lothiriel carefully refolded the shift before coming to the bed, eyes downcast. She was showing more shame then, than she had when I had taken her maidenhood.

"What is the matter, Lothiriel?" I asked gently, as she slid in close to me.

She sighed. "Everything is different now."

I kissed her temple. "Different is not always bad."

ooooOoooo

The first thing I felt in the morning was a familiar stiffness between my legs. The second thing I felt was Lothiriel, asleep against me, her braid looped around my arm. The sun was rising in the east window, but my wife slept on despite the rays falling on her face.

I could not help myself from nuzzling against her neck and shoulders. After having her the previous night, it was all I could think about. Eventually, she stirred and began to roll to face me.

"No, stay like that," I whispered. I kissed her neck and bit her earlobe as my free hand reached around her hip to caress from her navel and below.

"It is the morning, Eomer," she said, though there was no hint of tiredness in her voice.

"You are my wife morning, noon, and night are you not?" I growled lustily.

She said no more, but arched her back so that my hand had access to her dampening folds. I continued to kiss her soft skin and explore her wet heat until I could not resist the urge to sink into her anymore.

I wrapped my hand in her braid and tugged gently as I parted her thighs and melted into her. I groaned in her ear as I did so and she brought her head back to rest against my chest. There were no gasps of pain this time, but she gave a low moan while pushing herself back into me.

My hand stayed where it was, finding the spot that had brought her so much pleasure the night before. I moved a finger in circles around it as I freed my other hand from her hair and grasped a breast. I had her completely wrapped in my arms.

Movement was limited by the position and it drove me even crazier than being able to plunge deeply into her. With her thighs clamped together, I could feel every inch of her as I stroked her shortly.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, yes."

Her voice was an encouragement and I put what force I could into my strokes, pinching her dark bud in one hand, and flicking the lower one with my other hand. One of her hands snaked behind my head, fingers twining in my own long hair, pulling.

Lothiriel's body went rigid and as she cried my name, I, once again, spent myself within her.

I bit her neck one more time. "So what would you like to do today?" I asked quietly as I caught my breath.

She was limp in my arms. I brushed a hand over forehead and through her tousled braid.

"We have to do something?" She finally murmured back.

I chuckled lowly. "Not if you do not wish to."

"Perhaps we could go to the river. That private spot where we shared the picnic."

I nodded. "You have half an hour and I will meet you in the stables."

I cleaned myself once more and dressed. The sun was up and it would be fairly warm outside. It was the nights that would be cold for a while to come.

Lothiriel joined me in the stables, wearing her riding outfit of baggy breeches and a long feminine tunic. Her hair was braided once more and twisted into a knot on top of her head. "Ready?" She asked.

I brought Roheryn and Firefoot around for us to mount and we set off toward the Adorn river for the second time in our relationship. It was a beautiful morning and the sun was warm on my face. I glanced over at Lothiriel who had a small smile on her own lips.

I was happy to see that she was riding alright. With shieldmaidens of Rohan, the loss of their maidenhood was never quite as traumatic as I had heard it told. They were riders for years before they were of age to marry and the saddle had been known to loosen up even the most pure of women. I knew that Lothiriel had ridden horses for many years as well.

The river came into view and I watched as Lothiriel eagerly slid from her saddle and left Roheryn to graze. Before I knew what was happening, Lothiriel was stripping from her clothes.

"I am so glad there is a river here, at least. I have missed the sea," she said over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I asked, slightly alarmed as she began to wade into the river.

"Swimming. I thought that was what one did in rivers." She turned to face me.

"Lothiriel, what about the current?" I exclaimed. "It's freezing!" My protests died on my lips as she disappeared beneath the surface.

I stood on the bank, practically holding my own breath. It felt as though she had been gone for a very long time before she finally popped up yards away from where she had begun.

"Come, husband, join me," she called out to me.

I stayed firmly rooted to the bank. "No thank you."

"Eomer," she playfully pouted. "It is lonely in here."

I shook my head. She began to swim back towards me, frog kicking her way until she could stand on the bank. Her skin was covered in goose bumps and the dark buds of her breasts were hard as pebbles. Water ran down her skin and glistened in the sun.

Lothiriel grabbed my hand and began to try to remove my tunic.

"No, Lothiriel," I said sternly.

"Oh it is not that cold," she laughed, thinking it was a game, but as she tugged at my clothes I feared I would lose my balance and fall in. It was an irrational fear, as I would have been able to stand in the water close to the bank.

I removed her hands from the cotton tunic and held her away from me. "I said no!"

Her hands immediately went to cover herself. "I am sorry," she murmured. "I was just playing." She went to gather her clothes and she slipped them on over her soaking body.

I could see tears welling in her green eyes. I had not meant to raise my voice to her. I went to Firefoot and retrieved one of the blankets I had brought and laid it out on the grass.

"Come here," I said as I sat down.

She obeyed with her head down, though she sat as far as she possibly could from me.

"No, come here." I took her by the arm and practically drug her between my legs. I made her rest her back against my chest and bent down to kiss her cheek.

"I should not have yelled like that."

She did not reply so I took a deep breath.

"It is shameful, but I am terrified of water."

She remained quiet for another long moment until she turned and looked at me. "You could have said that."

"I could have, but I did not want to." I paused again. "Many a times my own eoreds have wanted to kill me because I led them extra leagues around bogs and marshes when we could have more easily gone straight through them. It is irrational."

"Everyone is afraid of something." She rested her head back on my chest.

"I am your husband, though. I want you to feel safe and protected always when you are with me. I want to feel as though I could protect you from everything. That is what I am here for."

Lothiriel laughed lightly. "Well that works out perfectly then. I can handle the water if it is the only thing you are scared of."

I had to smile as well, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I suppose that makes us a team then."

Alright folks, there it is. I would love to know what you thought about it! I'm very anxious for feedback on my first male love scene! I hope you enjoyed it.

Happy reading,

Avonmora