Mercutio's breath catches pleasantly when Éowyn's weight settles atop her, making heat throb between her legs. It catches again when the dress finally falls away, and she can begin to see Éowyn's body, limned with firelight. Beneath her own tunic, her nipples harden.
"Oh, my lady, mistake me not." Her hands land on Éowyn's thighs, warm and nimble, and start to slide up them. "Thou and I have that thing which is like nothing else i'th'world."
Her thumb rubs over a spot high on the inside of Éowyn's thigh before her fingers creep a little higher, seeking to cup where she's warm and soft and -- Mercutio hopes -- wet.
"I'll not ask thee for mercy, for I know thou wouldst scoff." She grins up at her. "But I'll beg for thy lightness, aye, the better to bear thee up."
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Date: 2025-06-15 11:09 pm (UTC)"Oh, my lady, mistake me not." Her hands land on Éowyn's thighs, warm and nimble, and start to slide up them. "Thou and I have that thing which is like nothing else i'th'world."
Her thumb rubs over a spot high on the inside of Éowyn's thigh before her fingers creep a little higher, seeking to cup where she's warm and soft and -- Mercutio hopes -- wet.
"I'll not ask thee for mercy, for I know thou wouldst scoff." She grins up at her. "But I'll beg for thy lightness, aye, the better to bear thee up."