She is free to undo the doublet, but God in heaven, Mercutio is loath to stop touching her to actually take off the garment. The sounds of her, the way she moves, the look on her face when she feels something she enjoys -- Mercutio could feast on it all night and into tomorrow and still want more.
Feasting, yes. That seems like a good idea. She lies still long enough for Éowyn to undo her doublet, taking advantage of the time to keep massaging between her wife's legs, and revel in the wetness coating her fingers. Once all is unfastened, though, she moves: one (slick) hand to Éowyn's hip, under her petticoat, the other up under her arm to the back of her shoulder, and a twist of hips to roll them both across the bed, flipping their positions. It isn't exactly a wrestler's move, but close.
Mercutio aims to end up with Éowyn on her back, with those long strong legs around Mercutio's hips. Once there, she braces herself with one hand so she can grin down at Éowyn.
"There, that's better. Not too heavy for thee, I wager."
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Date: 2025-06-16 12:59 pm (UTC)Feasting, yes. That seems like a good idea. She lies still long enough for Éowyn to undo her doublet, taking advantage of the time to keep massaging between her wife's legs, and revel in the wetness coating her fingers. Once all is unfastened, though, she moves: one (slick) hand to Éowyn's hip, under her petticoat, the other up under her arm to the back of her shoulder, and a twist of hips to roll them both across the bed, flipping their positions. It isn't exactly a wrestler's move, but close.
Mercutio aims to end up with Éowyn on her back, with those long strong legs around Mercutio's hips. Once there, she braces herself with one hand so she can grin down at Éowyn.
"There, that's better. Not too heavy for thee, I wager."