[That feels... nice. Nicer than she expected, his mouth hot against her skin, his gentleness. Éowyn feels a flush of warmth run through her, and she smiles, tracing her fingertips down over his chest. She doesn't hurry, caught for the moment in tracing the scars that litter his skin.]
One day, you must tell me how you came by such wounds. [She's thinking aloud, really. The note of command in her voice is unintentional. Less unintentional, but more honest, is the underlying admiration. For a man to survive something that would leave such scars, for him to yet seem gentle and innocent despite it... that must have taken strength. She has always admired strength.]
[Without really thinking, she leans in and mimics his kiss, her lips closing over one of the larger scars for a moment before she pulls back to take off his shirt.]
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One day, you must tell me how you came by such wounds. [She's thinking aloud, really. The note of command in her voice is unintentional. Less unintentional, but more honest, is the underlying admiration. For a man to survive something that would leave such scars, for him to yet seem gentle and innocent despite it... that must have taken strength. She has always admired strength.]
[Without really thinking, she leans in and mimics his kiss, her lips closing over one of the larger scars for a moment before she pulls back to take off his shirt.]