He accepts the kiss readily, the same hunger he sees in her eyes alight in his chest. It is a simple kiss for all its heat, only a press of mouth to mouth, and her body pressed against his likewise. There is a promise in all of it.
No, not a promise, as she makes clear when she pulls just far enough away to look at him and speaks again: a demand. The light of hunger he feels flares at the words, at her expression, the mix of earnest desire and the nervousness she tries to hide. He will need to be restrained still, whatever she wishes; Faramir knows she is a maid, and knows as well how she might be hurt if he does not take care. And yet--
Yet he is still a man, and one mightily in love with the woman before him, and some temptations cannot be resisted. Particularly not when they are so brazenly declared. Still gripping her hands he bends his head again, and this time his mouth opens against hers and his tongue seeks entrance, sliding between her lips, hot breath mingling as they explore each other. It is not the first time they have kissed thus, either. But now they are wed, and there is more to follow.
It is that awareness that makes him break away at last, resting his forehead against hers as they catch their breath a little. Their hands are still clasped, fingers entwined. "Be careful what you wish for, lady," he says, his voice is low and uneven. "For you are like to get it. But I would not overwhelm you, nor have this night be one you fear to remember."
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Date: 2018-05-04 08:40 pm (UTC)No, not a promise, as she makes clear when she pulls just far enough away to look at him and speaks again: a demand. The light of hunger he feels flares at the words, at her expression, the mix of earnest desire and the nervousness she tries to hide. He will need to be restrained still, whatever she wishes; Faramir knows she is a maid, and knows as well how she might be hurt if he does not take care. And yet--
Yet he is still a man, and one mightily in love with the woman before him, and some temptations cannot be resisted. Particularly not when they are so brazenly declared. Still gripping her hands he bends his head again, and this time his mouth opens against hers and his tongue seeks entrance, sliding between her lips, hot breath mingling as they explore each other. It is not the first time they have kissed thus, either. But now they are wed, and there is more to follow.
It is that awareness that makes him break away at last, resting his forehead against hers as they catch their breath a little. Their hands are still clasped, fingers entwined. "Be careful what you wish for, lady," he says, his voice is low and uneven. "For you are like to get it. But I would not overwhelm you, nor have this night be one you fear to remember."