[Éowyn makes a pleased little sound in the back of her throat. The nervousness, the faint shame, hasn't quite faded, but it's starting to be replaced by pleasure and want.]
[She tilts her head a little, to make it easier for him to kiss her chest, and lets her fingers explore him - the scars, yes, but the lines of his body too, the edges of muscle and the smooth curve of his shoulder. He isn't the man of her dreams, not by a long shot, but he's passing fair, and she likes him, and there's a sense of anticipation in every touch.]
[When she draws back this time, it's to pull off her own top, her eyes on him, gauging his reaction. She wants to do this herself, wants to see how a man looks when she undresses for him. There's something of power in it, and more of curiosity. There's also an unfamiliar twinge of shyness, as the cool air brushes her pert breasts, as she bares herself to him. She's always liked and trusted her own body, and rarely been in doubt of it - but then, nobody else has ever been the judge of it. She's surprised to find that she's nervous, that part of her is afraid not to be to his liking.]
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[She tilts her head a little, to make it easier for him to kiss her chest, and lets her fingers explore him - the scars, yes, but the lines of his body too, the edges of muscle and the smooth curve of his shoulder. He isn't the man of her dreams, not by a long shot, but he's passing fair, and she likes him, and there's a sense of anticipation in every touch.]
[When she draws back this time, it's to pull off her own top, her eyes on him, gauging his reaction. She wants to do this herself, wants to see how a man looks when she undresses for him. There's something of power in it, and more of curiosity. There's also an unfamiliar twinge of shyness, as the cool air brushes her pert breasts, as she bares herself to him. She's always liked and trusted her own body, and rarely been in doubt of it - but then, nobody else has ever been the judge of it. She's surprised to find that she's nervous, that part of her is afraid not to be to his liking.]