for ashfae
Nov. 30th, 2018 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shieldofrohanShe knows it is not an easy time for him. The winter has been long, and the spring is not yet upon them, but the memories are - on her, at least. She has been restless all day, seeking distraction. Probably, she thinks, he will want distraction too. She can provide that, and provide him with gentleness and love, and soothe away his weariness between her thighs.
So she waits for his return in their chambers. Let Faramir come and find her, she thinks, let it be a game for him - and at the end of it, his prize, his wife, clad in a shift too thin for the inclement weather, her hair down around her shoulders, lingering by the fire, where she knows the light will shine through the cloth and silhouette her body. Let him come and be her distraction, let her be his, and they will kiss away each other's grief and think nothing of the storm outside.
She has left word to that effect, and does not come out to greet him, but waits for him to come to her. Some of it is a kind of coquettishness, a desire to have him make that journey for her. More of it is practicality; it is cold in the hallways, and there are all too many people to see her near-nakedness. But when the door opens, she is on her feet, starts towards him with a smile. "I missed thee."
So she waits for his return in their chambers. Let Faramir come and find her, she thinks, let it be a game for him - and at the end of it, his prize, his wife, clad in a shift too thin for the inclement weather, her hair down around her shoulders, lingering by the fire, where she knows the light will shine through the cloth and silhouette her body. Let him come and be her distraction, let her be his, and they will kiss away each other's grief and think nothing of the storm outside.
She has left word to that effect, and does not come out to greet him, but waits for him to come to her. Some of it is a kind of coquettishness, a desire to have him make that journey for her. More of it is practicality; it is cold in the hallways, and there are all too many people to see her near-nakedness. But when the door opens, she is on her feet, starts towards him with a smile. "I missed thee."
