Perhaps the last thing Faramir would ever expect of Éowyn is meekness, and she does not disappoint, taking the lead herself and drawing him in. He pauses there, just barely inside her, then pushes slowly, so slowly, less from a fear of hurting her and more because the sensation is too intense to rush, until he's buried to the hilt inside her.
"Éowyn." She's so tight around him, hot and welcoming, and he rests his weight on his forearms, his eyes closed and his head bent against hers, breathing hard. "Éowyn, I--you--"
He has no words. There are none, they've utterly failed him. He kisses her instead, withdraws almost completely, only to push back in with a groan of pleasure. "Éowyn..." It's the only word he has, the only one he needs, a word that means joy and desire and longing and all things bright in the world, and he kisses her again as they begin to find a rhythm.
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Date: 2018-07-26 09:52 pm (UTC)"Éowyn." She's so tight around him, hot and welcoming, and he rests his weight on his forearms, his eyes closed and his head bent against hers, breathing hard. "Éowyn, I--you--"
He has no words. There are none, they've utterly failed him. He kisses her instead, withdraws almost completely, only to push back in with a groan of pleasure. "Éowyn..." It's the only word he has, the only one he needs, a word that means joy and desire and longing and all things bright in the world, and he kisses her again as they begin to find a rhythm.