The room was warm and inviting, with the glow of the fire casting a soft light on the stone walls. The candles added to the cozy atmosphere, their flickering flames dancing in the air. The small table was set for two, with a rustic tablecloth and simple yet elegant silverware. The roasted meat glistened in the firelight, making Alana's stomach growl with hunger. The air was filled with the delicious scent of roasted meat and fresh bread, making Alana's stomach grumble with hunger. The sweet aroma of the candles mixed with the smoky scent of the fire, creating a comforting blend. Alana's mouth watered at the sight of the roasted meat on the table. She imagined the savory flavor melting in her mouth as she took a bite.
As they settled into their seats, Alana couldn't help but marvel at how natural it felt to be here with Faramir, sharing a meal and enjoying each other's company. It was a welcome refuge from the weight of their duties and the looming threats that hung over the city.
They ate and drank, their conversation flowing easily from lighthearted jests to more serious matters of strategy and defense. Alana found herself captivated by Faramir's keen mind and gentle spirit, the way he spoke with such passion and conviction about protecting his people and his city.
As the evening wore on and the wine flowed freely, Alana felt a pleasant warmth spreading through her, a combination of the alcohol and Faramir's intoxicating presence. She leaned closer to him, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"You know, Faramir," Alana murmured, her eyes twinkling mischievously in the candlelight. "If we're going to be facing down an army of orcs together, I think it's only fair that we get to know each other a little better. Don't you agree?"
Faramir raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "And what exactly did you have in mind, my lady?"
Alana grinned impishly. "Oh, I don't know. Perhaps we could start with a little game. A question for a question. Nothing too serious, of course. Just a bit of fun to take our minds off the impending doom."
Faramir chuckled, leaning back in his chair and regarding her with an amused expression. "Very well, Alana. I accept your challenge. But be warned, I have been known to be quite the formidable opponent in games of wit and words."
"Is that so?" Alana smirked, her competitive nature rising to the surface. "Well then, Captain, let the games begin. I'll start." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. Alana pondered for a moment before a mischievous glint entered her eyes. "Alright, Faramir, first question: What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you during training?"
Faramir laughed, shaking his head. "Starting with the tough ones, I see." He took a sip of wine, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, there was this one time, back when I was just a young recruit. We were practicing archery, and I was determined to impress my instructor. I nocked an arrow, took aim, and let it fly with all the confidence in the world." He paused, a rueful grin spreading across his face. "Only to watch in horror as it veered completely off course and struck the instructor right in the backside."
Alana burst out laughing, nearly spilling her wine. "Oh, you didn't!"
Faramir nodded, chuckling at the memory. "I did. The poor man yelped like a kicked puppy and spent the rest of the day glaring at me as he limped around the training yard. I thought I was going to die of shame."
Alana couldn't contain her laughter, the musical sound ringing through the room. "That's absolutely priceless! I can already imagine the expression on your instructor's face."
Faramir grinned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "It's a memory I've tried very hard to forget. But alas, it seems to have a way of resurfacing at the most inopportune moments." He leaned forward, fixing her with a playful stare. "Alright, my turn. What about you, Alana? Surely you must have a tale or two of embarrassment from your own training days."
Alana smirked, taking a sip of her wine before responding. "Oh, I have plenty of those. But I think the most memorable one was during my first sparring session with the other recruits."
She leaned back in her chair, a faraway look in her eyes as she recounted the tale. "I was so eager to prove myself, to show everyone that I belonged there just as much as any man. So when it was my turn to face off against one of the bigger, more experienced recruits, I charged at him with all the ferocity of a wild boar."
Faramir raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And how did that work out for you?"
Alana chuckled, shaking her head. "Not well, as you might imagine. In my overzealous attempt to take him down, I somehow managed to trip over my own feet and face-plant right into the mud. And if that wasn't humiliating enough, my sparring partner then proceeded to sit on me, pinning me to the ground like a helpless turtle. Can you guess who my sparring partner was?"
"Kitra, no doubt. You two seemed inseparable in Rivendell." Faramir laughed at the image of Kitra sitting on top of a younger Alana.
Alana groaned, burying her face in her hands as Faramir laughed. "Yes, it was Kitra. And she never let me live it down. For weeks after that, she would make turtle noises every time she saw me."
Faramir's laughter softened, and he reached out to gently pull Alana's hands away from her face. "I'm sure you got your revenge eventually. You two always seemed to be trying to one-up each other."
Alana smiled, her heart fluttering at the warmth of Faramir's touch. "Oh, I did. But that's a story for another time. I believe it's my turn to ask a question now."
She pondered for a moment, her eyes roaming over Faramir's handsome features. "Alright, here's one. What's the most daring thing you've ever done? And no, facing down an army of orcs doesn't count."
Faramir leaned back, a thoughtful expression on his face. "The most daring thing... that's a tough one." He was silent for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his face. "I suppose asking for a kiss from a beautiful woman I had just met in Rivendell." Alana sputtered on her wine, realizing he was referring to their moment back during their first meeting.
Alana felt her cheeks burn as the memory of their shared kiss in Rivendell flooded back. She had tried to push it to the back of her mind, to focus on the more pressing matters at hand. But now, with Faramir's words hanging in the air between them, she couldn't ignore the way her heart raced at the thought.
She swallowed hard, setting her wine glass down with a slightly trembling hand. "I... I suppose that was rather daring of you," she managed, trying to keep her voice light and playful despite the sudden tension thrumming through her body. "Though if I recall correctly, I didn't exactly put up much resistance."
Faramir's smile turned soft, his eyes shining with a warmth that made Alana's breath catch. "No, you didn't. And I've been grateful for that moment every day since."
He reached across the table, his fingers brushing lightly against hers. Alana's skin tingled at the contact, a shiver running down her spine. She met his gaze, seeing in his eyes the same longing, the same barely restrained desire that she felt burning within her own heart.
"That moment in Rivendell," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "it's haunted my thoughts ever since. I've tried to push it aside, to focus on our duties, but..." She trailed off, her eyes locking with his, conveying the depth of her feelings without needing to say the words.
Faramir's expression softened, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "I know. I've felt the same. In the midst of all this darkness and uncertainty, that memory has been a light guiding me, giving me strength."
He stood slowly, never breaking their gaze, and moved around the table to stand before her. Alana's breath hitched as he gently pulled her to her feet and kneeling before her, their bodies now mere inches apart. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the flecks of gold in his green eyes as they bore into hers with an intensity that made her swoon.
She brought her hand up to cover his, lacing their fingers together as she pressed a soft kiss to his palm. Faramir's breath hitched at the gesture, his eyes darkening with desire. Slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wished, he lowered his head until their lips were a hairsbreadth apart.
Alana's heart hammered in her chest as she closed the remaining distance, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both tender and electrifying. Faramir's hand came up to cradle her face, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. Alana melted into his embrace, her own hands sliding up his chest to grip the front of his tunic, pulling him impossibly closer.
As their kiss intensified, Alana felt herself getting lost in the sensation of Faramir's lips moving against hers, his strong arms holding her close. It had been years since Alana had last laid with a man, twenty years to be exact. Her husband had been the last man that had touched her. But now with Faramir's hands and lips on her, every inch of her was on fire.
Faramir's fingers found the laces of her tunic and began working them open with deft movements. Alana shivered as the cool air hit her heated skin, but she was quickly warmed again by Faramir's hands gliding reverently across her exposed flesh. Her own hands were busy as well, tugging impatiently at the fastenings of his clothing, desperate to feel his skin against hers.
They parted only briefly to divest each other of their garments before crashing together once more, bare skin against bare skin. Faramir's hands skimmed down her sides, leaving trails of tingling heat in their wake, before gripping her hips and hoisting her up. Alana instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed, never breaking their fervent kiss.
He laid her down gently on the soft furs, his body covering hers as he settled between her parted thighs. Alana gasped at the feeling of his hard length pressing against her core, the heat of his skin searing her own. Faramir's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and making her shudder with pleasure.
"Faramir," she breathed, her nails digging into the muscled planes of his back as he rocked against her.
He captured her lips in another searing kiss, swallowing her moans as his hand drifted down between their bodies. Alana cried out when his fingers found her slick folds, teasing and stroking until she was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.
Faramir's skilled fingers worked magic on Alana's body, stoking the flames of her desire to dizzying heights. She arched into his touch, her hips rocking against his hand as he circled and stroked her most sensitive spots. Incoherent moans and pleas spilled from her lips, urging him on.
When Alana thought she could take no more, Faramir withdrew his hand, leaving her aching and empty. But before she could protest, he positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt head of his manhood pressing against her slick folds. Their eyes locked, a silent question passing between them. Alana nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders, urging him forward.
With a single, smooth thrust, Faramir buried himself to the hilt inside her welcoming heat. They both cried out at the intense sensation, their bodies joined as one. For a moment, they remained still, savoring the feeling of their connection, both physical and emotional.
Then, slowly, Faramir began to move. He withdrew almost completely before surging forward again, setting a steady, deep rhythm that had Alana seeing stars. She met him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his as they moved together in perfect sync.
The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking - the creak of the bed, the slap of skin against skin, their mingled moans and gasps of pleasure.
Alana clung to Faramir, her nails raking down his back as he drove into her with increasing fervor. Each powerful thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her body, building and building until she thought she might shatter from the sheer intensity of it all.
Faramir's lips found hers again, his kisses hungry and demanding as their bodies moved as one. Alana could feel the coil of pleasure tightening low in her belly, threatening to snap at any moment. She tore her mouth from his, gasping for breath. "Faramir, I'm...I'm so close..."
He groaned against her neck, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. "Let go, my love," he rasped, his hand snaking between their sweat-slicked bodies to where they were joined. "Let me feel you come undone."
His fingers found her sensitive pearl, circling and stroking in time with his thrusts. It was all Alana needed to send her hurtling over the edge. Her back arched off the bed as her climax crashed over her, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her walls clenched around Faramir's length, pulling him deeper as her body shuddered with the force of her release. Faramir followed her over the edge moments later, his own cry of ecstasy mingling with hers as he spilled his seed deep inside her.
They clung to each other as the aftershocks of their shared pleasure rippled through them, their hearts pounding in unison. Faramir peppered Alana's face with tender kisses, brushing away the damp strands of hair that clung to her forehead.
As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Faramir gently rolled to the side, gathering Alana into his arms. She nestled against his chest, savoring the warmth of his embrace and the comforting sound of his heartbeat. For a long moment, they simply held each other, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Alana traced lazy patterns on Faramir's chest, marveling at the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, had imagined what it would be like to be held in his arms, to feel his body moving with hers in the throes of passion. And now that it had finally happened, she found that reality far surpassed even her wildest fantasies.
Faramir pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, his hand stroking soothingly up and down her back. "That was..." he began, his voice soft and filled with wonder.
"Incredible," Alana finished for him, tilting her head to meet his gaze. His eyes shone with a mix of admiration, desire, and contentment that made her heart swell.
He smiled, his hand coming up to caress her cheek. "Incredible indeed. You are a wonder, Alana. In all my years, I have never known a woman like you."
Alana leaned into his touch, her heart fluttering at his words. "Nor I a man like you, Faramir, at least not in the last twenty years."
"Has it been that long for you?" Faramir asked her a little surprised.
"After I lost my husband and son, I lost the taste for…this." She explained, gesturing to him and the bed.
Faramir's expression softened with understanding and empathy. He pulled Alana closer, nuzzling his nose against hers in a comforting gesture. "I can't even begin to imagine the pain of such a loss."
Alana felt her throat tighten with emotion, both from the tender way Faramir held her and the bittersweet memories his words evoked. She swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. "It was...a long time ago. And while the pain never truly goes away, it does get easier to bear with time."
She traced her fingers along the line of Faramir's jaw, marveling at the strength and gentleness she found there. "Being with you, like this...it's the first time in a long time that I've felt truly alive again. Like maybe there's still hope for happiness."
Faramir captured her hand, pressing a fervent kiss to her palm. "There is always hope, Alana. And I promise, for as long as I draw breath, I will do everything in my power to bring you happiness and peace."
Alana's heart swelled at Faramir's heartfelt declaration. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender, lingering kiss. When they parted, she rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the scant space between them.
Her cheeks flushed pink as she leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I hope I'm not being too forward," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "But could we try that again?"
Faramir grinned at Alana's bold request, his eyes darkening with rekindled desire. "My lady, you could never be too forward for my liking," he murmured, his hands already beginning to wander over her bare skin, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched.
Alana shivered under his caress, her own hands sliding up his muscular arms to twine around his neck. She pulled him down for a searing kiss, their tongues tangling and teasing as the heat between them built once more.
Rolling Alana onto her back, Faramir settled his weight on top of her, the hard planes of his body fitting perfectly against her soft curves. Alana moaned into the kiss as she felt him growing hard again, his arousal pressing insistently against her thigh.
Breaking the kiss, Faramir began trailing his lips down the column of her throat, pausing to nip and suckle at the sensitive skin. Alana gasped and arched into him, her fingers threading through his hair to hold him close.
Lower and lower Faramir traveled, worshipping every inch of Alana's body with his mouth and hands. He lavished attention on her breasts, teasing the rosy peaks with his tongue until Alana was writhing beneath him, her fingers grasping at the sheets.
Slowly, torturously, he kissed his way down her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel. Alana giggled breathlessly at the sensation, which quickly turned into a moan as Faramir continued his descent.
He nudged her thighs apart, settling between them and hooking her legs over his shoulders. Alana's breath caught in anticipation as he pressed a tender kiss to the inside of her knee, then began trailing his lips along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
"Faramir, please..." she whimpered, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea.
He glanced up at her, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Patience, love," he purred, his breath hot against her core. "I want to savor every moment of this."
True to his word, Faramir took his time, his warm breath ghosting over Alana's aching center. She held her breath in anticipation, every nerve ending in her body singing with desire. When his tongue finally made contact, she cried out, her back arching off the bed as liquid fire raced through her veins. He chuckled, enjoying her response.
He laved her folds with broad, flat strokes, savoring her essence like a man starved. Alana's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as he worshipped her with his mouth. He circled her sensitive pearl with the tip of his tongue before drawing it between his lips to suckle gently.
Alana writhed and moaned, lost in a haze of pleasure as Faramir brought her closer and closer to the precipice. Just when she thought she could take no more, he slid two fingers deep inside her slick channel, curling them just so. Alana shattered with a hoarse cry, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Faramir eased her through her climax with gentle licks and caresses, prolonging her pleasure until Alana lay trembling in the aftermath of her release, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Faramir crawled back up her body, pressing tender kisses along her heated flesh as he went. When he reached her lips, he claimed them in a deep, passionate kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue.
"That was... incredible," Alana panted when they parted, her chest still heaving. She cupped Faramir's face, her thumb brushing reverently over his well-kissed lips. "You are a man of many talents, it seems."
Faramir grinned, nuzzling into her touch. "I aim to please, my lady. And pleasing you has quickly become my favorite pastime."
Alana laughed breathlessly, a sound of pure joy and contentment. She hooked a leg over Faramir's hip, using the leverage to flip their positions so that she was now straddling him. His eyes widened in surprise before darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her above him, her hair cascading around her face like a curtain of silk.
Alana leaned down, her hair brushing against Faramir's chest as she captured his lips in a searing kiss. She could feel his hardness pressing against her core, igniting a fresh wave of desire within her. Breaking the kiss, she sat back, her hands splayed across his muscular chest.
"My turn to explore," she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger.
Faramir's breath hitched as Alana began to trail her fingers down his torso, tracing the defined lines of his abs. She followed the path with her lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his heated skin. He groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets as she ventured lower, her breath ghosting over his straining erection.
Alana took her time, lavishing attention on his inner thighs, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until Faramir was trembling beneath her. Only then did she take him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she engulfed him in her wet heat.
"Alana!" Faramir gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as she began to bob. Faramir cried out in ecstasy as Alana's mouth worked him over, her tongue swirling and teasing in all the right ways. His fingers tangled in her hair, gently guiding her movements as she brought him closer and closer to the brink. Just when he thought he could take no more, Alana released him with a soft pop, crawling back up his body to claim his lips in a searing kiss.
"Inside me, now," she breathed against his mouth, her voice thick with need.
Faramir needed no further encouragement. In one swift motion, he flipped them over, settling himself between Alana's parted thighs. With a single thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside her welcoming heat, both of them crying out at the exquisite sensation.
They moved together in perfect sync, their bodies undulating like the waves of the sea. Alana met Faramir thrust for thrust, her hips rising to take him deeper, harder, faster. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking - the slap of skin against skin, their mingled moans and gasps of pleasure.
Alana clung to Faramir as their bodies moved as one, her nails digging into his back as he drove into her with increasing fervor. Each powerful thrust sent sparks of pure ecstasy racing through her veins, building and building until she thought she might combust from the sheer intensity of it all.
Faramir's lips found hers again in a bruising kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure. His pace quickened, each snap of his hips bringing them both closer to the edge. Alana could feel the telltale tightening low in her belly, her inner walls beginning to flutter around Faramir's length.
"Faramir, I'm close," she gasped, tearing her mouth from his. "So close..."
He groaned against the crook of her neck, his rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release. "Let go, Alana," he rasped, his hand snaking between their sweat-slicked bodies to where they were joined.
Faramir's fingers deftly teased and caressed her most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. As he continued to thrust into her, she couldn't hold back any longer and exploded in a powerful climax, her wetness coating his abdomen with every wave.
With a guttural groan, Faramir followed her into bliss, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, both of them trembling and gasping for breath. Long moments passed as they clung to each other, their racing hearts gradually slowing. Finally, Faramir raised his head from where it rested against Alana's heaving chest, his grey eyes struggling to stay open.
"Are you alright?' He asked her, brushing the hair that was plastered to her forehead to the side. She nodded unable to speak as she just laid there, her arms and legs weak from pleasure. Faramir shifted, reaching for the edge of the rumpled sheet to pull it up over their cooling bodies.
"Sleep," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Alana's tousled hair. "I'll be here when you wake."
All she could do was shake her head in acknowledgement and turn her head towards his voice as a way to show that she wanted to be closer. He took her sign and pulled her body flush with his, her head resting on his chest. She faded quickly, relaxing into his body heat.