Faramir had thought his patience tested by the past year of waiting. It is tested again now, more viscerally, as he watches her undo the laces and remove the last of his clothing, willing himself not to help or rush her. There is an anticipation to it, to all of this, but anticipation is beginning to pall compared to the reality. Already his hands miss her, already his skin misses her warmth and the weight of her, even though they have been separated for bare moments.
Even so he lies back, lifting his hips when needed, helping her work the leggings over his knees and ankles, his mouth quirking with amusement at the glint in her eyes and smile. She will have seen unclothed men before, he knows, in her healing work, but he does not know if she has ever seen one in...his present state. Dutiful indeed.
And then it is done, and there are no more barriers. Faramir leans up on his elbows, giving her an eloquent look. "Is it well?"
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Date: 2018-06-09 12:19 am (UTC)Even so he lies back, lifting his hips when needed, helping her work the leggings over his knees and ankles, his mouth quirking with amusement at the glint in her eyes and smile. She will have seen unclothed men before, he knows, in her healing work, but he does not know if she has ever seen one in...his present state. Dutiful indeed.
And then it is done, and there are no more barriers. Faramir leans up on his elbows, giving her an eloquent look. "Is it well?"