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[shieldofrohan]

It has been most of a month now since Jack came to Gondor's shores, a good two weeks since Faramir returned to Ithilien. Éowyn has meant, every day, to tell him the truth; every day, she has shied away from it. It isn't out of fear for her own sake, or Jack's, but when she comes to speak to Faramir, sees the familiar lines of his face and the gentle look in his eyes, she can't bring herself to hurt him that way. She keeps telling herself the time will come, must come, that she isn't avoiding it but only waiting. Deep down, though, she knows full well there's never going to be a right time, that she'll never tell him if things go on this way, and perhaps Jack was right, perhaps that's for the best. She's kept away from Jack for the most part, giving his care over to one of the serving-men of the household, and she's certainly never repeated the mistake of that first morning back in Ithilien. Faramir knows something is wrong, she can tell that much, but perhaps if she just lets it lie, tries to get back to normal...

It would be easier if everything else went back to normal around her. But it doesn't. It takes her a few days to be sure, to count off the days and know she isn't just being paranoid, that she really ought to have bled by now. She keeps hoping for a day or so after that, but when she comes back from her afternoon ride, strips down to change into a dress, and finds her underthings still clean, hope shrivels to despair.

Faramir is out, luckily. Éowyn dresses as quickly as she can, and tries to steady herself, to wipe away the tears that haven't quite spilled over, before taking a deep breath and heading out into the hallway. Jack's guard is outside his room, and looks at her with clear concern, but when she dismisses him, he goes without argument.

She locks the door behind her, not lingering in the doorway this time but crossing right over to Jack and grabbing his arm. The tears are threatening again, and there's a light in her eyes that isn't remotely one of happiness. "Jack. Listen to me."

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[drinkupmehearties]

That draws a roguish grin from him, and there's light humor to be found in his tone too. "Worry not." He follows this by tugging at the weathered shirt he wears, then strips it off from his body and drops it to the side. He sinks onto the bed alongside Faramir, skin prickling with the room's cool air and his proximity to the other man; with him now bared as well, Faramir will be able to see the scatterings of pink scars and tattoos that mar the pirate's own tanned torso.

His fingers come to ghost over Faramir's bicep, and he's briefly reminded how much rougher a man's skin is to a woman's softer touch. Then that same hand trails a path downward, to touch across Faramir's forearm and gently draw the other man's hand to the buttons on Jack's breeches. He shifts to lean back just a little, angling his hips to give easier access.

"If you kindly would." He's taking a slower approach for time being, gauging Faramir's mood and response in the meanwhile. He'd gotten the sense that this may be quite new territory for him, and didn't want to overwhelm him too quickly -- particularly after the looks Faramir had just given him.

Then his gaze shifts to Eowyn, and once she's undone Faramir's trousers, Jack indicates with a gesture for her to join them.

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Faramir hesitates a moment, but only a moment. Then his fingers are working deftly at the fastenings of Jack's breeches, his air brisk and rather business-like. He isn't shy of male nudity - after all, he's a soldier, and has spent a lot of time sharing close confines with his men - but in this context, it all feels very different. He's afraid, frankly: afraid that this is shameful, that it is dishonourable, that anything they must keep so secret is, perhaps, something that ought not to be.

Éowyn rises from her knees in front of him, folding his trousers over one arm to set them aside, and ghosts her hand against his thigh, and Faramir does his best to focus on this moment, this act. Clearing his throat, he unfastens the last button and helps Jack off with his breeches, mimicking Éowyn in folding them neatly before he puts them aside.

For her part, Éowyn smooths her skirt and sits down on Faramir's other side, determined to make him the centre of things. Her free hand rests on his leg, fingertips tracing lightly over the lighter skin of his inner thigh. As she reaches up to unfasten her own dress, though, it's Jack she looks to for guidance in the next step.

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Beyond the occasional bout with crewmates at brothels, Jack's own familiarity with male nudity has been similar to Faramir's experience; there isn't much privacy in the tight quarters of a ship that's been out at sea for months. But he can tell by the stiffer, reserved manner of Faramir's movements that there's an uneasiness there.

Jack shifts his weight on the bed, aiding him in sliding off his breeches. It's intriguing, the way the two both neatly fold and set aside the clothing; he's always been more used to stripping clothes off and heedlessly casting it all aside to get down to business.

He catches the look that Eowyn gives him, the flutter of her hand to her dress, and answers it with a low, heavy voice, "Take it off. Then I want you to kiss him." The hope is to keep Faramir's focus on Eowyn for the moment, perhaps even loosen him up a little -- particularly as Jack leans a tad closer to him and palms a hand onto the hard, muscled plane of his thigh.

"If you'd rather all the attention come from your lovely wife, we can have it done that way. I can busy meself in other ways. If not ... " His hand massages on his thigh, drifting gradually upward.

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Éowyn smiles to see that touch, leaning in to press a kiss to the join of Faramir's shoulder as she unlaces her dress, then standing to pull off both dress and shift, not hurrying. There's no rush here, no need to add more pressure than there already is - aside from anything else, it isn't as if her body has any secrets from either of them, at this point.

For his part, Faramir considers what Jack says, gravely and seriously. His eyes flick from Jack's hand on his thigh, up to Éowyn's face. This is further out of his comfort zone than it is for either Jack or Éowyn - truth be told, he is not a man much driven by desire, and until tonight, Éowyn has been the only person he has ever lain with. Nor is he much prone to impulsiveness or wildness, though he is no coward.

At last, he clears his throat, and shakes his head. Éowyn sits back down beside him, but doesn't kiss him - not just yet, not when she can see he has something to say.

"I am not, I think, a man prone to such pleasures," he says at length, and frowns. "Not for my own sake, at any rate. Yet I would know what draws Éowyn to you, and I will not turn from her suggestion." He clears his throat, his hand shifting deliberately to echo Jack's, resting on the pirate's thigh. "If we are to do this, let us do it to the full. Do what you will, with me as with her."

Éowyn makes a little sound that might be a laugh, and leans over to kiss Faramir long and deep. It isn't that she's amused by what he's saying, so much as that she's amused (and touched) by how characteristically him it is to speak that way, at a time like this.

As she kisses him, she reaches up to guide his free hand onto her breast, holding it there as she pulls away, slow and lingering, her eyes holding his. Then she kisses him again, brief and almost chaste, before beckoning Jack to lean in so she can kiss him too.

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His gaze inadvertently flicks over to Eowyn as she undresses, lingering on the soft swell of her breasts, the enticingly exposed curves of her body. Then Jack smiles warmly in response to Faramir -- at both his words, and the touch to his own thigh. "Good. Then we shall do this to the full."

He's pleasantly surprised by Faramir's assent; he'd sensed the man's hesitance and had anticipated him wanting to limit his involvement because of it. And while the pirate didn't want to push him beyond what he's comfortable with, he's also quite keen on fully including Faramir in this.

Jack leans in to meet Eowyn's kiss, lips pressing to hers, mouth parting slightly. His free hand caresses against her neck as well, fingers burying into her hair and greedily drawing her into him. His other hand strays further up on Faramir's thigh at the same time, the touch light and warm. Then Jack slides his palm over, fingers finally coming to gently rub over Faramir's cock.

He momentarily breaks the kiss with Eowyn, breath hitched in his throat. Anticipation, mixed with a heady dose of desire, already has his blood running hot and heart thrumming in his chest. He angles his head towards Faramir, voice thicker this time. "Now put your hand on me," His own hand continues to stroke at a slow pace over Faramir's cock, "Like this."

[shieldofrohan]

The hesitation is there, and undeniable. But no less undeniable is the fact that Faramir's hand moves first to the inside of Jack's thigh, and then onto his cock. He doesn't stroke the way Jack is demonstrating, clearly unsure of himself, but it's a move nonetheless.

His own cock, in any case, stirs under Jack's hand, both from Eowyn's kiss and from the contact. Eowyn's warm body crosses between the two men, her belly pressing lightly against the top of Jack's hand, one hand supporting her between them. She licks her lips as Jack pulls away from the kiss, and looks back at Faramir. His hand shifts on her breast, teasing gently at the nipple, and it draws a moan out of her - one which she plays up just a little, for both men's sake.

Leaning in again, she kisses Jack again, but more briefly and less deeply, wary of spending more time, more contact, with him than her husband. To her mind, if ever there was a time to be conscious of his pleasure and his want, it is this time and this coupling. That's why she's the one to pull away from the kiss this time, to turn her attention back to Faramir, kissing down the side of his neck even as her hand comes down to rest on Jack's thigh, massaging beside Faramir's.

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[drinkupmehearties]

As Faramir's hand finds him, Jack gives an encouraging hum deep in his throat. He doesn't at all mind the inexperience in his touch; the pirate has slept with virgins in the past, and with less practiced lays. That can sometimes be great fun in itself, to be the one to introduce someone to the pleasure in discovery and something new. For his part and for a few more moments, Jack continues to stroke a hand over him, knuckles brushing up against Eowyn's stomach. Then his fingers run beneath Faramir's hardening length, exploring further, eventually caressing across the head of his cock, his thumb moving to slowly circle over the tip of it.

In the meanwhile, Eowyn's moan, coupled with her kiss and the stroke of Faramir's hand, is eliciting its own reaction in him. He can feel the building warmth in his belly pooling downward to his groin, the muscles in his thigh twitching under Eowyn's hand, cock growing harder in Faramir's palm. A groan fights its way to his lips, coming out low and muffled. It's been awhile since Jack has lain with two people at once, and he's quickly remembering why it's one of his favorite things to do.

As Eowyn pulls away to give attention to Faramir, the pirate slides his free hand to cup her breast. His palm kneads against soft skin, then he lightly grazes his fingertips over and around her nipple.

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Éowyn groans against Faramir's throat, shifting a little against Jack's hand, her nipple hard against his fingers. She has to admit, this is pleasant - more so than she thought it would be, for she'd agreed to it more out of a feeling of fairness than anything else. But it feels so good to have them both here, Faramir's gentleness and tenderness, Jack's heat and roughness - to share herself between them, and not have to choose or feel guilty for it. At least, she amends mentally, not so guilty.

She raises her head a little, nips at Faramir's earlobe, shifting until she's straddling his lap, her legs spread wide so she doesn't push Faramir's together, doesn't interrupt Jack's work. The air is cool on her wet cunt, raising gooseflesh briefly along the tops of her arms.

"'Tis sweeter than being touched," she comments aloud, with a smile, "to see thee touched so." She's talking to Faramir, but her eyes do flick over to Jack as well, dark and heavy-lidded. There's a huskiness to her voice that she makes no effort to disguise.

Perhaps it's that which pulls a shaky sigh from Faramir, or perhaps it's some movement of Jack's hand on the sensitive skin of his growing erection. Either way, he does sigh, his narrow hips bucking slightly against Jack's hand, his own hand hesitantly wrapping around the pirate's length. He lets go of Éowyn's breast to tangle his hand in her hair instead, pulling her in for another long, hungry kiss as his other hand starts to move almost experimentally, thumb running over the curve and the tip, back down over hot skin.

"He does feel different," he comments quietly, pulling back a way, eyebrows raised. Different to himself, he means, of course. "Is it..."

"Shh," Éowyn tells him, shaking her head, and leans in to kiss him again. Her hand comes up from Jack's thigh, feeling blindly over Faramir's fingers, and trails up over the pirate's belly, onto his chest, then up to fist in his hair. "Shh, love. Now is not the time for such questions."

Again, she glances at Jack, as if for guidance.

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His gaze meets with hers as she speaks to Faramir, corners of his mouth bent upward, the pleased smile deepening in response to her reaction. The pirate shifts slightly in place as she climbs to straddle her husband's lap, his hand continuing to work over the full, soft swell of her breast and thumb teasing in slow circles across the erect peak of her nipple. He aches to touch her, to slide his hand between her parted legs and press his fingers deep into her. But it'd be too easy to lose himself in that, Jack knows, too easy to be utterly distracted by her.

He busies himself instead with that hand on Faramir; his fingers trace down from the tip to curl around his hardening erection, giving a gentle squeeze at the base then running his palm up once more along the sensitive underside. His own cock twitches beneath Faramir's light caress, hips arching to press into the touch, a shiver prickling through his body in the wake of Eowyn's hand brushing over his skin. Jack exhales a ragged breath, gaze dragging to Faramir and voice measurably soft, "You've nothing to worry about. Put your mind at ease, allow yourself to enjoy." Easier said than done, most likely. But hopefully it'll encourage Faramir to lose himself more in what's happening.

Prompted by Eowyn's glance, Jack withdraws the hand from Faramir and splays his palm over the man's chest, urging him backward onto the bed. "Lay back." Then his hand drops away from Eowyn's breast, fingers curling up into her hair, drawing her over into a kiss. It's only a brief touch of his lips to hers, then Jack leans in close to her ear, breath hot on her skin. "Place yourself over his face, legs spread, and have him pleasure you. I'll take care of him here."

Once she starts to move Jack will replace his hand on Faramir, thumb brushing light on the head of his cock, then over his frenulum, that sweet spot just beneath it. Then he'll bend forward, dipping to flick his tongue against the tip of his erection. He hasn't done this too many times in the past, but he's familiar enough -- and has had it done to himself enough times -- to know what will feel good.

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Éowyn moves as she's told, though not all the way: for a moment, she straddles Faramir's chest instead, bending down to kiss him, her hand finding his as she murmurs something against his cheek.

Faramir groans low in his throat - tense or not, it's hard to focus when he's being touched like that - and nods, pulling her towards him. She settles over him, still holding his hand, her fingers lacing through his, and turns so she's facing Jack when she kneels over her husband's face. As she lowers herself down over his mouth, and as he raises his head a little to run his tongue through her wet folds, Jack's own tongue comes into play.

It isn't exactly unexpected, but on some level, it clearly is a surprise, from the way Faramir gasps, his hips twitching instinctively upwards, his fingers tightening around Éowyn's hand. That, in turn, wins a little moan from her, from his breath on her wet cunt and the sight of his arousal: she bites her lip and bears down against his mouth. This is far from the first time he's pleasured her this way, and he knows what he's doing, his tongue drawing patterns over her clit, his lips working against the inside of her thigh. If there was any question that he still knows how to please her, it's quickly resolved: within moments she's writhing and moaning, her eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused, but still fixed on Jack and his work.

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The gasp, along with the buck of Faramir's hips, fetches another gratified smile from the pirate. Still bent forward, Jack draws his hair over one shoulder, out of the way of what he's doing and to offer Eowyn a better glimpse of it. He runs the flat of his tongue under the rigid curve of Faramir's cock this time, ending the motion with a swirl of his tongue and another short flick against the tip.

His eyes lock with Eowyn's for a lingering moment, watching her squirm with the pleasure Faramir is giving her and becoming sorely more aware of the nearly painful ache of his own arousal. He's finding quite a bit of enjoyment in the sight of her being pleasured while he does the same to her husband, in the noises that they're both making, the effect his efforts are having on Faramir.

Jack grazes a hand downward to cradle Faramir's balls in his palm, fondling him, his touch decidedly delicate there. His other hand is wrapped at the base of Faramir's cock, tongue working at his head, before the pirate shifts to take him more fully into his mouth. He can't take him in too deeply -- this is, after all, one of the few things he isn't well-practiced at -- but nonetheless, Jack begins a steady rhythm along the length of his shaft.

[shieldofrohan]

Truth be told, Faramir didn't much expect to enjoy this. He agreed to it because he could see it was important to Éowyn, and because on some level he wanted to know what it is that draws her to Jack over him. But it would take a staider man than him to not draw any pleasure from this, his mouth and nostrils filled with the smell and taste of his love's arousal, the mouth around his cock sending shudders of purely physical pleasure through him. It might help, though he's not sure, that he can't see whose mouth it is, can't see anything but Éowyn's naked back arching as he pushes his tongue up into her. Whatever the case, he has to admit to his enjoyment, to the slow ebbing of his concerns about this. Such an arrangement would never have occurred to him, or seemed appealing - but it feels good, good enough to have his fingers tightening against the sheets, his cock fully hard now, his breath unsteady and interpersed with little moans and gasps.

For her part, Éowyn finds her arousal mounting faster than she's used to. It shouldn't be a surprise, really, but she is surprised to find just how sexy it is to watch someone else pleasuring Faramir, to see Jack's mouth around him and know that they're all three of them turned on. When Faramir's tongue starts thrusting into her, she cries out sharply in esctasy, falling forwards onto all fours and grinding her hips down against his mouth. She's clearly already close to coming, her eyelids fluttering, her chest heaving, fingernails digging against Faramir's chest. Still, her eyes are fixed on Jack, his head between her husband's thighs, the flex of muscle under his bare skin. Éowyn bites down hard on her lip, moaning long and low, and raises their joined hands to kiss Faramir's knuckles. She hasn't entirely forgotten why they're here, or her shame, but it's hard to think too long on it when she feels so amazingly good.

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Jack can almost sense his relaxation, the little moans and subtle ways Faramir's body yields to his touch. He's liking all that more than he'd realized he would; he'd had thoughts -- doubts -- that Faramir would care for this, or would want to continue past the first few minutes after they'd begun. And while Jack could be selfish in many ways, there's also a thrill to tending to another's pleasure, in emboldening Faramir in dropping his inhibitions and giving over to impulse.

His hand rubs the base of Faramir's cock in rhythm with the dip of his head, mouth slick over him, sucking against the hot skin with light pressure. The other hand drifts to trace wandering patterns in his inner thigh with his nails, feeling the flex of muscle beneath his fingers. Every once in awhile, as his head rises and tongue makes a pass over the head of Faramir's cock, his gaze will flick to Eowyn positioned over his face. The breath is sharp in his throat, quick, even moreso seeing Eowyn's building ecstasy, the grind of her hips against her husband's mouth, the heaving rise and fall of her chest.

He then picks up his tempo with Faramir, lips wet and soft along his length, mouth engulfing him. His own cock is hard and throbbing, whole body warm and arousal almost agonizing.

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Faramir groans, low and throaty, against Éowyn's cunt, his free hand groping downwards instinctively to Jack's head, fingers tightening spasmodically on the pirate's hair. His breath comes in shallow little gasps, his hips bucking slightly despite his best efforts, his cock starting to leak a little precum into Jack's mouth.

But it's Éowyn who comes first, a few moments later; her whole body shakes, her focus coming messily apart as she struggles to keep herself remotely upright. Her lips move, trying to form words, but what comes out is more of a moan than anything, breath coming in ecstatic little sobs, her eyes flying wide open but unseeing, out of focus as her orgasm rushes through her. She doesn't think about it, not yet, but it's a stronger orgasm than she might have expected, as if all her fear and anxiety over the situation has been borne along with it, all that tension coming unwound at once, a great rush of feeling that rattles all through her like a wave, until finally it ebbs and she's left, gasping and sweating, to try to find her balance again amid that lingering haziness.

Faramir's hand tightens on Jack's hair again, but this time, it's to pull the pirate back off him, firmly but not roughly, as he helps Éowyn off him onto the bed beside him. His breath is coming in raw, low gasps, and from how hard his cock is, he's not stopping this because it's unpleasant. Truth be told, he's stopping it because he's afraid that it's too pleasant - afraid with the taste of her orgasm on his tongue and the feeling of Jack's mouth around him, he may not be able to hold off too long himself.

"Why not attend to her a while?" he suggests, his voice low, pushing himself up onto one elbow so he can look down at the other man. "Help her clean herself a little, perhaps?" Given the slick wetness around his mouth, what he's suggesting is probably fairly clear.

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Jack allows himself to be pulled away, drawing a steady breath in and wiping the back of his hand against his mouth. His gaze is questioning at first, then Faramir speaks and the suggestion is met with a warm, keen smile. "Aye. Good idea, that."

He withdraws from Faramir, briefly brushing a hand atop his thigh as he does, then climbs fully onto the bed to where Eowyn awaits. His fingers wind into her hair first, drawing her to him to claim a greedy kiss; his tongue slips between her lips to play with hers, so she might taste her husband on him, then his teeth find her bottom lip, biting down, tugging. He then eases her downward onto her back, palms trailing over the bare curves of her breasts, over the well-toned muscles of her abdomen, touch halting over her thighs to spread apart her legs.

His eyes shift to Faramir to get a short appraisal of his reaction -- almost unwittingly, really, since Faramir had put this forth to begin with -- then Jack settles between her legs and presses a lingering kiss against the flushed, hot skin of her inner thigh. His tongue follows soon after, lapping with long, slow strokes over tender skin and tasting the wetness that dampens her thigh. He'd loved the taste of her last time, her softness and scent, and this time is no different. Exhaling a hitched breath and tilting his head, Jack brushes his lips against her other thigh and begins his work anew there.

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Éowyn lets herself be drawn into that kiss, moaning a little in surprise and arousal as she tastes Faramir on Jack's mouth, and if he didn't pull away first, she would gladly have kissed him deeper and more searchingly, found every last trace of her husband on his lips. As it is, she lets out a shaky little sigh as he drags at her lip, and lies back, looking over at Faramir as she licks her lips.

She's still sensitised from her orgasm, and certain touches of his mouth high on her thighs are overstimulating almost to the point of pain, making her gasp and squirm, her toes curling. It makes it hard to focus on anything else, but she raises her head to look over at Faramir, biting her lip.

For his part, Faramir is watching with an almost detached fascination, a slight furrow in his brow. His hands come up to run through his own hair, pushing it back out of the way, and he turns towards them more fully. It feels a little like prodding at an open wound, to set Jack to this task - to watch another man's mouth between his wife's thighs, to see how she moans and arches against his kisses. It feels like it ought to hurt more than it does - but her eyes are still on him, and she's clearly pleased, and that turns him on more than it upsets him. He shifts up the bed a little way, to lie beside her, propped on his elbow, and to run his hand over one taut breast as he kisses her jaw.

"After this," she says, loud enough for both men to hear but clearly aimed at Faramir, "I want you inside me. I... ah!... I want you, love." Then, pulling back enough to look into his eyes, she bites her lip again. "You, and then him."

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Each pass of his tongue brings him closer to the juncture of Eowyn's thighs, his pace steady and unhurried, breaths shallow. She's sensitive still, judging by the wonderful noises she's making and the hot warmth that presses against his cheek and tongue. And so he's taking his time working inward, patiently teasing around the outside of her pussy, fingers roaming atop her thigh to eventually curl into the coarse blonde hair above.

He can feel the slight give on the bed as Faramir moves closer to join them, and for a moment Jack is freshly aware of his presence. It's a fleeting snag in his focus, however -- if Faramir's mind had changed about this, he's fairly certain that he'd hear of it. It's getting harder to concentrate, either way, on much else but those little gasps that escape from her, the heady taste of her on his tongue, the way her body writhes and answers to his attentions.

And then, almost as if in answer to her words, his tongue finally sweeps against the slick, wet heat of her pussy. The first time, it's only a light caress that ends with a swirling flick over her clit. Then he repeats the motion, this time with longer, slower, more intent strokes.

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Arching her back, digging her fingers into the nape of Jack's neck, Éowyn lets out a shaky little gasp. Her thighs tighten against the sides of his head, her eyelids fluttering, as she pulls him in against her. As she realises that's what she's doing, she consciously reaches out for Faramir, pulling him in to kiss him hard on the mouth, moaning against his lips and then trailing breathless kisses down his neck.

Although she moans and writhes and squirms, sweat beading on her forehead and her cunt wetter than ever, it isn't enough. Not quite enough. Perhaps it's because she already came so recently, perhaps it's just that things have swept on past this point, but his mouth isn't enough, this time. At last, she groans and wriggles her hips back from his mouth a little. "Up here," she gasps, patting the bed beside her. "Faramir, wilt...?"

Faramir kisses her again, eyes bright. "I will, and gladly."

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Jack shifts on his elbows as she draws away from him, giving a shivering exhale and slowly pulling himself upright from between her thighs. He licks the wetness from his lips, the corner of his mouth pressed into a warm, hazy half-smile. He'd anticipated as much, of course, and his thoughts have already turned to what'll come next.

He spares a glance towards Faramir, warmed to see the man still enthused through this, then maneuvers to the spot Eowyn had indicated. His hand cups beneath her chin, tilting her head towards him, then the pirate bends forward to press a fierce kiss to her lips. His other hand skims over her belly, fingernails sketching patterns upward across flushed skin, palm finding the tantalizing swell of her breasts.

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Faramir's enthusiasm is not complete: there's certainly a part of him that still aches at this, still feels a sense of shame at sharing his wife this way. But the look on her face, the way she fumbles to pull him on top of her and line him up against her entrance - that is a strong balm to his doubts. Even with all that attends it, it's enough to make his heart flutter a little.

He lets out a long, pleasured sigh as he pushes into her, slow and unhurried as is his wont, his long hair brushing against her chest and Jack's arm. One hand comes up to cup her other breast, and he starts to move.

If Jack, too, had shared Faramir's confusion over what differed between them in bed, this would doubtless give an answer. There's none of the roughness or the rawness common to the times Jack and Eowyn have lain together: Faramir is gentle, attentive, his eyes fixed on her face and his movements tender. Under his ministrations, Eowyn arches and moans into Jack's mouth; her eyes are closed, her expression one of bliss as her legs wind around her husband's narrow hips.

It doesn't take long. Both Faramir and Eowyn were already close to the edge. She finds it first, pulling away from Jack's mouth to arch her head back, lips parted, toes and fingers curling. It comes in waves, crashing over her, catching her off guard just as she thinks it's passed - long, and sweet, and full. She clutches at them both, one hand tight in Jack's hair, the other clinging to Faramir's hand.

When at last she falls back against the mattress, breathing heavily, Faramir stops long enough to lean up and press a kiss to the skin just below her ear. There seems to be something in it, something wordless that passes between them, for her blissful smile widens a little, just for a second.

Then he starts to move again, still gentle but a little faster, and as her hand untangles from Jack's hair to cup her husband's jaw, he cries out wordlessly and spills into her, gasping.

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His hand molds over her breast, squeezing and massaging, rolling the hardened peak of her nipple between his fingers. He can sense the moment Faramir finally enters her -- the subtle tremor in her body, a hitch in breath, the sigh that falls from Faramir's lips. The hand beneath her chin withdraws as Faramir begins his thrusts, fingers tangling into her hair as her body gently bounces on the bed. His other hand works deftly against her breast, and he's delighting, in the meanwhile, at the sound and feel of her bliss, in the moans from her that are trapped between their lips.

It'd taste a lie to say that he hasn't wondered what Faramir offered her in this respect; the ferocity and arrogance that she has -- in bed and out -- is something Jack hungers for in his lovers, and that fierceness she possesses has always manifested itself in the way she's lain with him. Faramir is instead tender in his lovemaking, nearly painstakingly loving in the way he attends to her. Given what he's seen of Faramir's disposition thus far, though, Jack isn't too surprised.

The pirate allows her to clutch at him as she rides out her orgasm, his fingers loosening in her hair and hand resting atop her breast. Then he shifts, making space for her husband to lean in and place that kiss on her -- and for the two of them to enjoy each other, until Faramir follows soon after with his own climax. Giving the two of them a moment to catch their breath, Jack props one hand onto the bed beside Eowyn and traces a finger in a meandering path across her skin.

[shieldofrohan]

Eowyn smiles, her eyes half-closed, a sweat-damp lock of hair sticking to her cheek. Sliding her hand around to the back of Faramir's neck, she rests her forehead against his as he pulls out of her and rolls off to lie beside her, his breathing heavy and ragged, his own eyes closed.

The sense of urgency seems to have faded, all around. Eowyn is perfectly content to lie there for several moments more, catching her breath, while Jack's fingers explore her skin and Faramir rests his head against the crook of her shoulder. Truth be told, she isn't sure of the last time she felt so good. Aside from anything else, it's been months on end since she sex that wasn't tainted by guilt, one way or another. She may feel guilt again - indeed, she's sure of it - but for now, there's ready contentment to be found in the relaxed rise and fall of Faramir's breathing beside her, a frisson of excitement to Jack's touch, and a leaden, heavy sort of relaxation starting to wash over her.

She looks up at Jack, biting her lip, and beckons him down for another kiss.

[drinkupmehearties]

He's content to lounge for a bit as well, dragging fingertips across the silky warmth of her skin as she relaxes -- exploring her, admiring the lovely curves and contours of her body. Then Jack catches her gaze, the invitation, and a small smile tugs to his lips. Something about her seems lighter -- something in her eyes, the expression that plays across her face -- and it warms him to see it.

Jack leans in with no more prompting than that, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, full all of hunger and heat and desire. His hand halts in its exploration and searches for hers in the meanwhile, fingers finding and brushing atop her knuckles, loosely entwining. Then Jack draws her towards him, guiding her hand to rest over his cock. He's gone soft at this point, but it's clear what he's asking.

[shieldofrohan]

It's clear enough, certainly. Her fingers wrap around him, and she bites lightly at his lip, smiling up at him, as her hand starts to move. There's no hurry to it, only a languid kind of ease, her other arm wrapped around Faramir's shoulders as she works. Her thumb runs over the head, once, twice, then settles again, her calloused hand gentler than usual. It's hard to find that wildness and roughness typical to their bedding, when she feels so headily content.

Faramir stirs at her side, and opens his eyes, turning his head to watch her face. There is a faint smile on his lips, too, although one tinged with a certain shadow.

[drinkupmehearties]

His hand falls away from hers as she starts, and Jack sucks in an unsteady breath, pressing himself instinctively into her hand. The light nip from her receives a smirk in turn, and he bends to claim another kiss from her, fingers burying into her hair and drawing her into him; the bite she gave him is answered with his own, mirroring her gentleness, teeth capturing her bottom lip softly and tugging.

He can feel the blood thrumming downward, arousal building slow with her leisurely pace, cock stirring beneath her touch. He sees Faramir rouse from the corner of his eye, however, and Jack leans further in to first nip her earlobe, then puts his lips to her ear. "Kiss him." He's still intent on keeping Faramir part of this in whatever way possible. Partly as a show of good faith and reassurance, of course, but also because he's unmistakably a part of this.