She needs little encouragement. Arching up off the bed, she helps him to tug her shift up and off, shivering as the wet fabric peels away from her taut nipples. Tossing it aside, to lie in a pool of fine linen by the bed, she lies back as naked as the day she was born, looking up at him from under her lashes.
Her body is not as toned as it once was; she's recovered most of her strength, but not all the years of hard work. Still, the muscle is clear under her skin, her thighs hard and belly flat. The scarring mars her ribs all down one side, a patchwork of damage that puckers the skin of her breast on that side, all radiating outwards from the still-dented spot where the Witch-King's mace struck.
But she is no longer thinking about that. She is thinking, rather, about the look in Faramir's eyes, and how she longs for him to suck on her like that again, now without the restriction of cloth between them. Her hand comes up to trace his cheek, and she smiles, moving her legs together in a way more meant to draw attention to the coarse-haired mound between them than to hide it.
"Now you see me, my lord." She traces her thumb over his lip, meeting his eyes. "Does it please thee?"
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Date: 2018-05-10 08:12 pm (UTC)Her body is not as toned as it once was; she's recovered most of her strength, but not all the years of hard work. Still, the muscle is clear under her skin, her thighs hard and belly flat. The scarring mars her ribs all down one side, a patchwork of damage that puckers the skin of her breast on that side, all radiating outwards from the still-dented spot where the Witch-King's mace struck.
But she is no longer thinking about that. She is thinking, rather, about the look in Faramir's eyes, and how she longs for him to suck on her like that again, now without the restriction of cloth between them. Her hand comes up to trace his cheek, and she smiles, moving her legs together in a way more meant to draw attention to the coarse-haired mound between them than to hide it.
"Now you see me, my lord." She traces her thumb over his lip, meeting his eyes. "Does it please thee?"
As if she really needs to ask.