Éowyn lets out a low growl, beyond words now, her fingers clenching tightly in Mercutio's hair. She is not quite so sheltered that she cannot tell what is building, what drags at her muscles and twists at her nerves; but it has never felt like this before. It has never felt so desperately, unbearably good. Before, managing her desire in lonely nights, she has always sought to banish desire as quickly as possible, to hasten herself to a shameful peak so that she can be herself again. This is different. This...
She wants to linger in it. She wants to remain in this taut, unbroken moment, with her breath caught in her chest and Mercutio's mouth hot between her thighs, discovering something she had not known she could feel. She wants to stay here forever, and never come back down to earth, never return to reality and the cold weight of duty. This is the only duty she can think of that she has found truly sweet.
But her body has its own ideas, and Mercutio knows how to ply it: it is a moment, and a moment more, and then she arches up and her eyes fly wide, and she lets out a low, strangled moan into the warm and waiting air.
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Date: 2025-09-17 09:03 pm (UTC)She wants to linger in it. She wants to remain in this taut, unbroken moment, with her breath caught in her chest and Mercutio's mouth hot between her thighs, discovering something she had not known she could feel. She wants to stay here forever, and never come back down to earth, never return to reality and the cold weight of duty. This is the only duty she can think of that she has found truly sweet.
But her body has its own ideas, and Mercutio knows how to ply it: it is a moment, and a moment more, and then she arches up and her eyes fly wide, and she lets out a low, strangled moan into the warm and waiting air.