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lotr_sesaTitle: Mine
Ship: Faramir/Eowyn
Timeline: Post ROTK
Rating: R
Word count: 2,852
For: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] Hope you like it!
~
‘And then the man said, “But, my lord, I thought he was the Ambassador from Harad!” ’
There was a general round of merriment at the end of the tale, and King Elessar grinned as he sipped at his wine. The men of the court were chuckling and guffawing—which they would have done anyway, seeing as it was the newly returned King who was telling the story—but for all that, it was a funny anecdote.
And Aragorn was a good story teller.
Ordinarily, Faramir would have joined in, perhaps even adding a joke of his own. But tonight, he found himself unable to do so, his gaze drawn to his wife, who was sitting opposite him at the royal table.
She was laughing.
Her cheeks were pink, and there were stars in her eyes as she looked at the King.
He couldn’t ever remember her looking at him that way…
The thought felt like a punch to the gut, his chest tightening as he struggled to control the feelings that gripped him.
Was this jealousy?
This insane desire to pound Aragorn’s face in—though he knew, he knew the man would be horrified at the very thought of stealing Eowyn away from him—and Faramir could plainly see that the King was very much in love with his elven Queen, Aragorn had been holding her hand all through dinner.
And yet, his wife stared at the man with eyes dark wth longing…
He clenched his fist. He felt like hitting something. He felt like getting up and slinging his wife over his back to take her somewhere far away and remind her that he was her husband, not Aragorn.
Faramir was startled out of his thoughts at the light touch to his arm. The person seated next to him, a noblewoman of the court, was looking at him in concern. He took a deep breath, pasted a smile on his face and responded to the woman.
~
Eowyn smiled as she shut the doors to the rooms she was to share with her husband.
It had been a nice visit to Gondor, so far. Aragorn and his wife had been very kind to them. The bed was already turned down invitingly, it seemed the maids had been busy all day, preparing the room for them. She would have to remember to thank them when she saw them the next day.
She reached up to unpin her hair from the heavy braids around her head, and sighed in contentment as she massaged her weary head.
‘It was an enjoyable night, was it not, my lord?’
‘Am I really that?’
She frowned, turning to face Faramir. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Am I really your lord?’
She titled her head to the side, puzzled at his odd question. ‘Of course you are,’ she replied.
‘Sometimes I think that I do not hold first claim to your affection,’ he returned darkly, scowling fiercely as he stepped closer to her.
Eowyn narrowed her eyes at his response. ‘You are my husband,’ she replied curtly. That should be answer enough for him, she thought.
She stared at him as he advanced on her, wondering what had happened to him tonight. Faramir looked different somehow. He looked…almost…dangerous. She felt a tingle in the pit of her belly, and stayed her ground as he reached out a hand toward her.
His hand came down on her shoulder, and she suppressed a small shiver of excitement.
‘Ah, but I wonder if you remember that?’ he growled. ‘Forgive me if I think you have forgotten it, especially when I see you staring at Aragorn wistfully.’
She gasped, incensed at his accusation. ‘I do not stare at him!’ she returned hotly.
‘Oh, but you do,’ he replied softly.
If she didn’t know better, she’d say he was infuriatingly calm, but she could see the storm that raged behind his grey eyes, and she could tell that he was furious.
~
He could see the anger in her eyes, in the set of her jaw, and it only infuriated him further; what right did she have to be angry?
But her hair was down, her eyes were shining, her cheeks were stained red, and her breath was coming fast in her fury, causing her chest to heave up and down.
Faramir found himself wanting to kiss her.
So he did.
It was not gentle, as their kisses usually were, this one was all lips and tongue and teeth, with her nipping at his mouth, and him biting at her lower lip, hard enough to leave an angry red mark.
She made a sound in her throat, he didn’t know if it was a moan of pleasure or a sound of fury, he had never heard her make it before. He touched the tip of his tongue to the mark on her lip, and she made it again, clutching at him convulsively as she gasped.
He reached his hands into her hair, and pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes. They were glittering, and he responded to the unconscious challenge in them.
Almost languidly, he pulled her closer for another kiss, his mouth moving over her face to settle on her neck. He sucked down hard on the pulse that pounded in her neck. She whimpered, and he laved at her abused flesh with his tongue, making her writhe against him.
With a quick movement, he tugged at her gown, pulling the sleeves down. The delicate material gave way in his hands, and the bodice drew down with a loud ripping sound. She gasped in shock, and he was surprised at himself. He had never been so…forward with her before.
But his blood was pounding fast and furious in his veins, and the vision of her star struck face as she gazed at Aragorn haunted him.
~
She blinked, unable to believe that her quiet, scholarly husband had just ripped her dress open.
There was certainly something different about him tonight, a flush rode on his high cheekbones, and his eyes were wild.
She could feel her heart speed up as she wondered what he would do next.
She reached out her hands to draw him closer, but he shook his head, stepping away from her. She frowned, and caught at his collar with one hand as the other went into his hair. She drew him down, and he came willingly, but where she would have kissed him, he moved lower and took a nipple into his mouth.
She gasped, and could feel him smile against her skin. He tortured her with his hot, hot mouth for a few moments while she gasped and whimpered and moved against him restlessly. Her hand clenched in his hair, and suddenly he was straightening, leaving every nerve in her body tightening painfully.
Wordlessly, he moved forward, pushing her backwards until she felt the wall behind her back.
She frowned. ‘What are you—’
He cut her off with a finger on her lips, and she shivered at the contact. He took her wrists in one hand, holding her arms above her head.
‘Faramir,’ she said uncertainly, suddenly feeling afraid.
He must have seen the fear in her eyes, because he leaned forward to meet her eyes reassuringly. He remained silent, however, and she knew that though he wouldn’t hurt her, things were still not alright with her husband.
His eyes gleamed as his head swooped down, and he kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers. He kissed her breathless before moving away, down to her neck. He nibbled down to her collar bone, where he bit into her gently, making her shudder.
He raised his head again, and swept a hand down her body; she sighed as he palmed her breast. The tips were raised into precise peaks, and he spent several long minutes lavishing attention on her there, his eyes closed as he breathed her scent in.
She was helpless to do anything but she arch her back and moan, her mind spinning at the sensation. His hand still held her prisoner, and she clenched her fists as she moved against the gentle shackles.
His hand smoothed down over her skin to stop at her hip, and he fumbled as he pulled the skirts of her dress over her waist.
She held her breath as he stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh.
~
He smoothed his hands over her, slowly, almost unbreably slowly, taking pleasure in the sensual feel of her hot skin under his fingertips. She felt like a living flame, and all of a sudden, the image of her burning beneath him, on fire for him, rose up in his mind, and he felt his stomach clench in response.
He trailed his hand a little lower, letting his hands slide over her legs, which were moving restlessly. She sighed when he reached her centre and slid his fingers inside the moist warmth. As he felt her overheated skin tease his fingertips, he suppressed a low growl of triumph. It felt strange, but right then he was all primitive male, and the thought that she wanted him, was wet for him… it was intoxicating.
Her mouth fell open on a gasp when he slid one finger inside her, his thumb never pausing in the hard strokes to the tight nub at her centre. He was spiraling out of control, all he could see was her, all he could smell was her musky scent all around him, surrounding him…
‘Oh-oh-oh,’ she moaned, and his fingers jerked at the sound.
It seemed she was close. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and she was panting now.
‘Say my name,’ he ground out against her neck.
‘What?’ she asked dazedly, voice husky with pleasure.
He drew back to look at her, meeting her puzzled eyes. Her lips were swollen and pink. He felt a bolt of lust hit him at the thought that he had done that to her, made her look all mussed up and well and thoroughly loved.
‘My name,’ he growled. ‘Say it.’
Her eyes narrowed, and she looked like she might resist. He felt his blood heat at the thought. So she wanted to be tamed, did she?
His hand tightened on her wrists, and she drew her breath in sharply, biting at her swollen lower lip. His whole body tingled at the sight, and he moved his fingers in her, almost involuntarily.
She shuddered, giving out a keening sound. She moved against him, trying to evade him, but his hands held her fast and she couldn’t stop him. He leaned down, his mouth finding a distended nipple. He bit down on her hard, hearing her shocked cry through the pounding of his heartbeat.
‘Oh, God,’ she cried, her back arching to thrust more of her breast into his mouth.
‘That’s not my name,’ he said tauntingly, moving up her body to whisper in her ear.
‘Fine,’ she said, eyes flashing. ‘I say it. Faramir.’
He smiled, and moved his hand in her.
She gasped.
‘Again,’ he said, flicking his fingers against her, causing her to mewl.
‘Faramir,’ she moaned.
He felt a thrill go through him at the sound and he leaned down again, kissing her neck as he slowly moved his fingers. She bit down hard on his ear lobe in retaliation, and he stifled his cry of pain.
~
He glared at her he stepped away, and she raised her chin defiantly at him. He smiled then, and her breath caught at the dark promise in his eyes.
‘You will regret that, my love,’ he said softly, and she suppressed her shudder at the purr in his voice.
She didn’t know why she did what she did next, except perhaps that she had never been one to back down from a challenge.
She met his eyes, and slowly, deliberately, licked her lips. His eyes flared at the sight, and she smiled at him challengingly, asking him in a low voice, ‘Will I, husband mine?’
‘Oh, yes, my lady,’ he breathed, and she felt her insides melt at the look in his eyes.
He gave her no warning, one minute he was staring at her with smouldering eyes, and the next, he was pulling off the sash to her gown, fumbling with his one free hand. He drew it over her wrists, binding them to the bracket behind her head.
His hands clamped down hard on her hips as he dropped to his knees before her.
And then he was lifting one leg, draping it over her shoulder as her head spun. Surely he wasn’t going to…
‘Oooh,’ she moaned, unable to complete the thought as she felt the first stroke of his talented tongue.
He had her moaning and sighing for him in a few minutes, utterly undone by the pleasure coursing through her body. Just a few moments more…a few moments, and she would…
It came as an unpleasant surprise when he stopped and abruptly stood up to face her.
‘What did you—why did you stop?’ she stammered at him, pressing her thighs together to stop the tingling.
His eyes no longer looked their customary grey, they seemed to have gone midnight black.
‘Beg me,’ he said to her. ‘Beg me to take you.’
‘Never!’ she gasped involuntarily.
He licked his lips slowly, and smiled at her. He said nothing, reaching forward almost languidly to pluck at a nipple. She moaned loudly, she was almost painfully aroused.
‘Beg me,’ he repeated, and she could only pant in reply, head in a whirl.
She couldn’t think. Every nerve in her body felt stretched to the breaking point, and her heart was pounding in wild abandon, lost to the fire he had set in her blood.
She knew when to concede defeat.
‘Please,’ she said huskily. ‘Please take me, Faramir.’
~
His eyes flared up to hers at the words. She was biting her lip again, and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
With shaking hands he undid his breeches, stopping only to a pull her leg up around his waist. His free hand plunged into her hair, and then with a small groan he pushed into her.
She made a high pitched sort of sound, throwing her head back. Her eyes slid shut, and he could tell that she was close to the edge.
‘Open your eyes,’ he growled.
They fluttered open at his command, and the wildness in them was nearly his undoing.
‘You are mine,’ he said to her fiercely. ‘Say it.’
She arched into him, her own voice almost a purr as she replied. ‘Yes, I am yours, Faramir…only yours…’
He started moving then, his rhythm guided by her breathy moans. A few quick strokes later, and he was almost undone. He untangled his hand from the cascade of blonde hair that flowed around them, and reached between their bodies. He wanted to bring her with him when he fell.
He heard his name spill from her lips--and then he was coming in a blaze of colour and light, her cry of completion mingling with his own.
~
He was panting against her neck, his hot breath making her abused flesh throb. She moved against him, and he slowly drew off her, reaching up with gentle hands to untie her wrists.
She stepped away from the wall with a wince, already feeling the bruises she would sport in the morning from the firm stone that had been behind her back. Her husband still remained silent, taking her by the wrist and and leading her to their bed. He drew her down with him then, ruined dress and all.
‘Faramir,’ she said softly. She remembered his accusation of earlier, and his words of a few moments before.
You are mine…
‘Faramir,’ she went on when he remained silent, ‘my heart belongs to you, you know that.’
He sighed then, his hand coming up to rest gently on her hair.
‘In my head, I know that,’ he said in a low voice, ‘but I cannot help feeling jealous.’
She raised herself on her elbows to look into his eyes. ‘I admire Aragorn, Faramir. You cannot meet him and help but admire him. But what I feel for you…it is not the same thing, not even a little.’
‘You make my heart sing, Faramir.’
He felt a wide smile spread across his face, feeling better at her shy admission. She smiled back at him, the candlelight glowing on the mark on her neck. He blinked suddenly, feeling a little ashamed of his treatment of her. She must think he was a barbarian!
‘Eowyn,’ he said hesitantly, ‘I must apologise for my inexcusable conduct…’
She frowned. ‘What conduct?’
He squirmed, unable to meet her gaze. ‘All the…begging…’
‘Oh. That. I quite enjoyed that, actually. You must do it again sometime,’ she said, and he almost couldn’t believe his ears. She didn’t mind! ‘Only, next time…’
She pulled his head around to meet his eyes, and smiled devilishly.
‘It’s my turn.’
The End.
A/N: Whew! Done. It’s not a pairing I normally write, so please leave any concrit! And all other comments are most welcome, of course. =)
Also, yes, I am aware that I included the cliché of all smutty clichés—but what can I say? I rather like Bodice ripping!Faramir. ;)
Ship: Faramir/Eowyn
Timeline: Post ROTK
Rating: R
Word count: 2,852
For: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] Hope you like it!
~
‘And then the man said, “But, my lord, I thought he was the Ambassador from Harad!” ’
There was a general round of merriment at the end of the tale, and King Elessar grinned as he sipped at his wine. The men of the court were chuckling and guffawing—which they would have done anyway, seeing as it was the newly returned King who was telling the story—but for all that, it was a funny anecdote.
And Aragorn was a good story teller.
Ordinarily, Faramir would have joined in, perhaps even adding a joke of his own. But tonight, he found himself unable to do so, his gaze drawn to his wife, who was sitting opposite him at the royal table.
She was laughing.
Her cheeks were pink, and there were stars in her eyes as she looked at the King.
He couldn’t ever remember her looking at him that way…
The thought felt like a punch to the gut, his chest tightening as he struggled to control the feelings that gripped him.
Was this jealousy?
This insane desire to pound Aragorn’s face in—though he knew, he knew the man would be horrified at the very thought of stealing Eowyn away from him—and Faramir could plainly see that the King was very much in love with his elven Queen, Aragorn had been holding her hand all through dinner.
And yet, his wife stared at the man with eyes dark wth longing…
He clenched his fist. He felt like hitting something. He felt like getting up and slinging his wife over his back to take her somewhere far away and remind her that he was her husband, not Aragorn.
Faramir was startled out of his thoughts at the light touch to his arm. The person seated next to him, a noblewoman of the court, was looking at him in concern. He took a deep breath, pasted a smile on his face and responded to the woman.
~
Eowyn smiled as she shut the doors to the rooms she was to share with her husband.
It had been a nice visit to Gondor, so far. Aragorn and his wife had been very kind to them. The bed was already turned down invitingly, it seemed the maids had been busy all day, preparing the room for them. She would have to remember to thank them when she saw them the next day.
She reached up to unpin her hair from the heavy braids around her head, and sighed in contentment as she massaged her weary head.
‘It was an enjoyable night, was it not, my lord?’
‘Am I really that?’
She frowned, turning to face Faramir. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Am I really your lord?’
She titled her head to the side, puzzled at his odd question. ‘Of course you are,’ she replied.
‘Sometimes I think that I do not hold first claim to your affection,’ he returned darkly, scowling fiercely as he stepped closer to her.
Eowyn narrowed her eyes at his response. ‘You are my husband,’ she replied curtly. That should be answer enough for him, she thought.
She stared at him as he advanced on her, wondering what had happened to him tonight. Faramir looked different somehow. He looked…almost…dangerous. She felt a tingle in the pit of her belly, and stayed her ground as he reached out a hand toward her.
His hand came down on her shoulder, and she suppressed a small shiver of excitement.
‘Ah, but I wonder if you remember that?’ he growled. ‘Forgive me if I think you have forgotten it, especially when I see you staring at Aragorn wistfully.’
She gasped, incensed at his accusation. ‘I do not stare at him!’ she returned hotly.
‘Oh, but you do,’ he replied softly.
If she didn’t know better, she’d say he was infuriatingly calm, but she could see the storm that raged behind his grey eyes, and she could tell that he was furious.
~
He could see the anger in her eyes, in the set of her jaw, and it only infuriated him further; what right did she have to be angry?
But her hair was down, her eyes were shining, her cheeks were stained red, and her breath was coming fast in her fury, causing her chest to heave up and down.
Faramir found himself wanting to kiss her.
So he did.
It was not gentle, as their kisses usually were, this one was all lips and tongue and teeth, with her nipping at his mouth, and him biting at her lower lip, hard enough to leave an angry red mark.
She made a sound in her throat, he didn’t know if it was a moan of pleasure or a sound of fury, he had never heard her make it before. He touched the tip of his tongue to the mark on her lip, and she made it again, clutching at him convulsively as she gasped.
He reached his hands into her hair, and pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes. They were glittering, and he responded to the unconscious challenge in them.
Almost languidly, he pulled her closer for another kiss, his mouth moving over her face to settle on her neck. He sucked down hard on the pulse that pounded in her neck. She whimpered, and he laved at her abused flesh with his tongue, making her writhe against him.
With a quick movement, he tugged at her gown, pulling the sleeves down. The delicate material gave way in his hands, and the bodice drew down with a loud ripping sound. She gasped in shock, and he was surprised at himself. He had never been so…forward with her before.
But his blood was pounding fast and furious in his veins, and the vision of her star struck face as she gazed at Aragorn haunted him.
~
She blinked, unable to believe that her quiet, scholarly husband had just ripped her dress open.
There was certainly something different about him tonight, a flush rode on his high cheekbones, and his eyes were wild.
She could feel her heart speed up as she wondered what he would do next.
She reached out her hands to draw him closer, but he shook his head, stepping away from her. She frowned, and caught at his collar with one hand as the other went into his hair. She drew him down, and he came willingly, but where she would have kissed him, he moved lower and took a nipple into his mouth.
She gasped, and could feel him smile against her skin. He tortured her with his hot, hot mouth for a few moments while she gasped and whimpered and moved against him restlessly. Her hand clenched in his hair, and suddenly he was straightening, leaving every nerve in her body tightening painfully.
Wordlessly, he moved forward, pushing her backwards until she felt the wall behind her back.
She frowned. ‘What are you—’
He cut her off with a finger on her lips, and she shivered at the contact. He took her wrists in one hand, holding her arms above her head.
‘Faramir,’ she said uncertainly, suddenly feeling afraid.
He must have seen the fear in her eyes, because he leaned forward to meet her eyes reassuringly. He remained silent, however, and she knew that though he wouldn’t hurt her, things were still not alright with her husband.
His eyes gleamed as his head swooped down, and he kissed her hard, tongue tangling with hers. He kissed her breathless before moving away, down to her neck. He nibbled down to her collar bone, where he bit into her gently, making her shudder.
He raised his head again, and swept a hand down her body; she sighed as he palmed her breast. The tips were raised into precise peaks, and he spent several long minutes lavishing attention on her there, his eyes closed as he breathed her scent in.
She was helpless to do anything but she arch her back and moan, her mind spinning at the sensation. His hand still held her prisoner, and she clenched her fists as she moved against the gentle shackles.
His hand smoothed down over her skin to stop at her hip, and he fumbled as he pulled the skirts of her dress over her waist.
She held her breath as he stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh.
~
He smoothed his hands over her, slowly, almost unbreably slowly, taking pleasure in the sensual feel of her hot skin under his fingertips. She felt like a living flame, and all of a sudden, the image of her burning beneath him, on fire for him, rose up in his mind, and he felt his stomach clench in response.
He trailed his hand a little lower, letting his hands slide over her legs, which were moving restlessly. She sighed when he reached her centre and slid his fingers inside the moist warmth. As he felt her overheated skin tease his fingertips, he suppressed a low growl of triumph. It felt strange, but right then he was all primitive male, and the thought that she wanted him, was wet for him… it was intoxicating.
Her mouth fell open on a gasp when he slid one finger inside her, his thumb never pausing in the hard strokes to the tight nub at her centre. He was spiraling out of control, all he could see was her, all he could smell was her musky scent all around him, surrounding him…
‘Oh-oh-oh,’ she moaned, and his fingers jerked at the sound.
It seemed she was close. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and she was panting now.
‘Say my name,’ he ground out against her neck.
‘What?’ she asked dazedly, voice husky with pleasure.
He drew back to look at her, meeting her puzzled eyes. Her lips were swollen and pink. He felt a bolt of lust hit him at the thought that he had done that to her, made her look all mussed up and well and thoroughly loved.
‘My name,’ he growled. ‘Say it.’
Her eyes narrowed, and she looked like she might resist. He felt his blood heat at the thought. So she wanted to be tamed, did she?
His hand tightened on her wrists, and she drew her breath in sharply, biting at her swollen lower lip. His whole body tingled at the sight, and he moved his fingers in her, almost involuntarily.
She shuddered, giving out a keening sound. She moved against him, trying to evade him, but his hands held her fast and she couldn’t stop him. He leaned down, his mouth finding a distended nipple. He bit down on her hard, hearing her shocked cry through the pounding of his heartbeat.
‘Oh, God,’ she cried, her back arching to thrust more of her breast into his mouth.
‘That’s not my name,’ he said tauntingly, moving up her body to whisper in her ear.
‘Fine,’ she said, eyes flashing. ‘I say it. Faramir.’
He smiled, and moved his hand in her.
She gasped.
‘Again,’ he said, flicking his fingers against her, causing her to mewl.
‘Faramir,’ she moaned.
He felt a thrill go through him at the sound and he leaned down again, kissing her neck as he slowly moved his fingers. She bit down hard on his ear lobe in retaliation, and he stifled his cry of pain.
~
He glared at her he stepped away, and she raised her chin defiantly at him. He smiled then, and her breath caught at the dark promise in his eyes.
‘You will regret that, my love,’ he said softly, and she suppressed her shudder at the purr in his voice.
She didn’t know why she did what she did next, except perhaps that she had never been one to back down from a challenge.
She met his eyes, and slowly, deliberately, licked her lips. His eyes flared at the sight, and she smiled at him challengingly, asking him in a low voice, ‘Will I, husband mine?’
‘Oh, yes, my lady,’ he breathed, and she felt her insides melt at the look in his eyes.
He gave her no warning, one minute he was staring at her with smouldering eyes, and the next, he was pulling off the sash to her gown, fumbling with his one free hand. He drew it over her wrists, binding them to the bracket behind her head.
His hands clamped down hard on her hips as he dropped to his knees before her.
And then he was lifting one leg, draping it over her shoulder as her head spun. Surely he wasn’t going to…
‘Oooh,’ she moaned, unable to complete the thought as she felt the first stroke of his talented tongue.
He had her moaning and sighing for him in a few minutes, utterly undone by the pleasure coursing through her body. Just a few moments more…a few moments, and she would…
It came as an unpleasant surprise when he stopped and abruptly stood up to face her.
‘What did you—why did you stop?’ she stammered at him, pressing her thighs together to stop the tingling.
His eyes no longer looked their customary grey, they seemed to have gone midnight black.
‘Beg me,’ he said to her. ‘Beg me to take you.’
‘Never!’ she gasped involuntarily.
He licked his lips slowly, and smiled at her. He said nothing, reaching forward almost languidly to pluck at a nipple. She moaned loudly, she was almost painfully aroused.
‘Beg me,’ he repeated, and she could only pant in reply, head in a whirl.
She couldn’t think. Every nerve in her body felt stretched to the breaking point, and her heart was pounding in wild abandon, lost to the fire he had set in her blood.
She knew when to concede defeat.
‘Please,’ she said huskily. ‘Please take me, Faramir.’
~
His eyes flared up to hers at the words. She was biting her lip again, and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
With shaking hands he undid his breeches, stopping only to a pull her leg up around his waist. His free hand plunged into her hair, and then with a small groan he pushed into her.
She made a high pitched sort of sound, throwing her head back. Her eyes slid shut, and he could tell that she was close to the edge.
‘Open your eyes,’ he growled.
They fluttered open at his command, and the wildness in them was nearly his undoing.
‘You are mine,’ he said to her fiercely. ‘Say it.’
She arched into him, her own voice almost a purr as she replied. ‘Yes, I am yours, Faramir…only yours…’
He started moving then, his rhythm guided by her breathy moans. A few quick strokes later, and he was almost undone. He untangled his hand from the cascade of blonde hair that flowed around them, and reached between their bodies. He wanted to bring her with him when he fell.
He heard his name spill from her lips--and then he was coming in a blaze of colour and light, her cry of completion mingling with his own.
~
He was panting against her neck, his hot breath making her abused flesh throb. She moved against him, and he slowly drew off her, reaching up with gentle hands to untie her wrists.
She stepped away from the wall with a wince, already feeling the bruises she would sport in the morning from the firm stone that had been behind her back. Her husband still remained silent, taking her by the wrist and and leading her to their bed. He drew her down with him then, ruined dress and all.
‘Faramir,’ she said softly. She remembered his accusation of earlier, and his words of a few moments before.
You are mine…
‘Faramir,’ she went on when he remained silent, ‘my heart belongs to you, you know that.’
He sighed then, his hand coming up to rest gently on her hair.
‘In my head, I know that,’ he said in a low voice, ‘but I cannot help feeling jealous.’
She raised herself on her elbows to look into his eyes. ‘I admire Aragorn, Faramir. You cannot meet him and help but admire him. But what I feel for you…it is not the same thing, not even a little.’
‘You make my heart sing, Faramir.’
He felt a wide smile spread across his face, feeling better at her shy admission. She smiled back at him, the candlelight glowing on the mark on her neck. He blinked suddenly, feeling a little ashamed of his treatment of her. She must think he was a barbarian!
‘Eowyn,’ he said hesitantly, ‘I must apologise for my inexcusable conduct…’
She frowned. ‘What conduct?’
He squirmed, unable to meet her gaze. ‘All the…begging…’
‘Oh. That. I quite enjoyed that, actually. You must do it again sometime,’ she said, and he almost couldn’t believe his ears. She didn’t mind! ‘Only, next time…’
She pulled his head around to meet his eyes, and smiled devilishly.
‘It’s my turn.’
The End.
A/N: Whew! Done. It’s not a pairing I normally write, so please leave any concrit! And all other comments are most welcome, of course. =)
Also, yes, I am aware that I included the cliché of all smutty clichés—but what can I say? I rather like Bodice ripping!Faramir. ;)
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Date: 2006-12-24 10:22 pm (UTC)The opening with the dinner was a good set up for the fic itself. The tension running through it for Faramir was caputured very nicely. I really enjoy power struggles in fics, and that with a dash of jealousy is especially nice.
Again, many thanks, and Happy Holidays!
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Date: 2006-12-28 06:44 am (UTC)You liked it!
*wipes brow* That was a relief. *G*
I really enjoy power struggles in fics, and that with a dash of jealousy is especially nice.
Heh. What can I say, I seem to enjoy writing power struggles. Plus, I liked making Faramir jealous and crazy. =)
Again, many thanks, and Happy Holidays!
You're very welcome, dear. Hope your holidays were nice, too. =)
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Date: 2006-12-26 03:46 pm (UTC)You lay out a partnership which will have a lot of play and flexibility - I love Eowyn's assumption that they will be changing roles!
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Date: 2006-12-28 06:54 am (UTC)Exactly! *nods* That was what I was going for, in a vague sort of manner.
I like it when someone lays out an unformed thought in my head so eloquently. =)
I can see why Eowyn would respond to the challenge of his sudden flash of dominance and power.
Yes, she hasn't seen this side of him before, so I guess it would be a shock, but I can see her responding to him with her own strength.
I love Eowyn's assumption that they will be changing roles!
Well, of course they will. You can't expect the Shieldmaiden of Rohan not to give as good as she got, can you? ;)
Thanks very much for all your kind words, I'm really glad you liked it! =)
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Date: 2006-12-28 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-29 06:20 am (UTC)We should form a club. And make that our motto. ;)
Nice work, there!
Thanks very much, I'm really glad you liked it. =)