Faramir is a scholar, and can speak some three or four languages. He's also a soldier, and can swear in at least six. His eyes widen at her choice of words, but not from shock or disapproval; instead it is mirth and satisfaction, that she is so impatient as to use words so base. Deliberately, he bends down and flicks the tip of his tongue over her nipple once more as she watches, then soothes the area with light, teasing kisses.
"Mm...it is torture, maybe, but I promise you that will make it all the better in the end." The hand on her thigh moves upward, cupping that mound of curls, pressing, before he gently parts her, dipping one finger in and running it over her slit. He finds wet heat there, and his eyes darken again at this evidence of the truth of her words, and he looks at her with renewed intensity. "So you must be patient a little while yet." His thumb joins his finger, searching for and finding the nub that he knows his the key to all her pleasure, and pressing it even as he bends his knuckle inside her. "Only a little."
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Date: 2018-07-23 11:38 pm (UTC)"Mm...it is torture, maybe, but I promise you that will make it all the better in the end." The hand on her thigh moves upward, cupping that mound of curls, pressing, before he gently parts her, dipping one finger in and running it over her slit. He finds wet heat there, and his eyes darken again at this evidence of the truth of her words, and he looks at her with renewed intensity. "So you must be patient a little while yet." His thumb joins his finger, searching for and finding the nub that he knows his the key to all her pleasure, and pressing it even as he bends his knuckle inside her. "Only a little."