Hiding from her passion has never been Éowyn's way. Hiding it from others, certainly, at times; pushing it back into diamond-hard politeness and duty; but her blood runs hot, and while she may keep herself in check for the sake of reputation, she is not ashamed of that. There is no affection in her kiss, but there is heat, an almost violent competitiveness in the way she presses up against him, her free arm now coming up around his shoulders to steady herself.
She does pull away before he does, panting a little, her lips kiss-swollen. The false colour has been rubbed off them, but they are brighter for it, red against her lightly tanned face. Catching her breath, she looks at him, and the challenge on her face is clearer than words could be. Your move. Think me meek again, I dare you.
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Date: 2020-05-10 06:57 pm (UTC)She does pull away before he does, panting a little, her lips kiss-swollen. The false colour has been rubbed off them, but they are brighter for it, red against her lightly tanned face. Catching her breath, she looks at him, and the challenge on her face is clearer than words could be. Your move. Think me meek again, I dare you.