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An Anniversary Gift	By : JessicaCrisp Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 4911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-An Anniversary Gift
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All characters and places belong to Tolkien.

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The
combination of full moon and unusually bright stars bathed the gardens of Minas
Tirith in lverlver light and illuminated the young couple taking a midnight
stroll through them. The summer night air was balmy and heady with the rich
scent of honeysuckle. In the distance cicadas were singing an endless harmony.
The influx of sensory excitement would have been almost enough to overwhelm
Eowyn but she had far greater things pld fod for the night; she had to keep a
clear head. She looked up at her husband in the moonlight. He had already been
handsome when they first met, but now that the shadow had been lifted from the
world and from their hearts he grew more handsome with each day.

His
gaze was fixed towards the north, towards Ithilien where one day they would
dwell. As always happened when he looked to their future a smile began to form
at the corners of his mouth and spread to encompass a gleam in his eyes. He
reached out towards her and clasped her hand in his own. He turned slightly
towards her and gave her a slightly sheepish smile before looking back to the
horizon. �Someday soon, I Promise.� Shifting his attention fully back to her he
lightly kissed her forehead. �Happy anniversary my love.�

She
reached and to touch the pendant he had given her. It was understated, elegant,
and thoroughly beautiful � a single tear shaped moonstone set in a base of
intricately wrought silver. She had not yet given him his present, but had
planned everything to the last detail and allowed herself a small smile in
anticipation.

�I'm
glad you like it,� he said, misinterpreting her smile.

�It's
beautiful,� she replied, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair,
pausing as she reached the nape of his neck. She gently massaged him there for
a few moments, delighting in the reaction it always provoked. His eyes became
unfocused then slowly closed as a deep, contented sigh escaped his mouth. She
pulled him towards her and their lips met. The kiss, at first gentle, soon
deepened, the two lovers exploring each other's touch and taste in what could
have quickly become wild abandon had Faramir not pulled out of the embrace. His
breath was heavy with desire and as he looked at her, Eowyn was sure she saw a
look of absolute awe in his eyes, which sent shivers running up and down her
spine. She placed one hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with each
breath, and lightly traced the outline of his jaw with the fingertips of her
other hand, using this action to draw him back into another kiss. Eowyn felt a
strong arm snake around her back, pulling her in even closer. At this she
became deliciously aware of the growing hardness pressing into her. She felt it
was time to take control and lead her beloved towards his 'present.' She slowed
the desperate, hungry kiss down until she was able to break away and move her
attention to his neck, planting a line of small kisses down one side and up the
other.

�Eowyn?�
whispered Faramir, �I feel a little....exposed out here.� She reached up and
pressed a finger to his lips to silence him.

�I
agree, my lord. I feel we have been outside long enough.� She took him by the
arm and began to lead him back to their chambers. Although part of her wished
for nothing more than to hurry back and allow him to take her, another part was
holding back, taking time, deciding whether or not she wished to go through
with her plan.

She
thought about her life with Faramir, about the year she had spent with him
since they had married. As a lover he had proved himself to be kind, passionate
and generous. However, his love and reverence for her, no matter how well
intended, seemed to have left him with a reluctance to experiment with their
love-making out of fear of causing her discomfort or pain. After tonight she
hoped to change that. She would not change her mind.

With
determination she quickened their pace and soon they found themselves at the
entrance to their private rooms. As the door was pushed open she was pleased to
find that the servants had tended the fire as was requested of them, and had
also lit many candles and burned sandalwood incense in the rooms, creating a
perfect romantic atmosphere.

Faramir
laughed slightly as he stepped inside. �Eowyn, did you order this?�

�I
did, my love. I wanted the mood to be just right.�

�Well,
my lady,� he said, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, �I trust that
this event will not reach the ears of court. I am sure that the idea of a
Princess attempting to seduce a Steward would cause quite a scandal.� His tone
was only half-mocking; the same sheepish smile he had worn earlier was back.

�If
lighting a few candles and burning some incense would be enough to cause a
scandal in court, then we must pray that news of the rest of tonight's events
are not heard of.� A mischievous light sparkled in her eyes.

�The
rest of tonight's events?� He glanced furtively around the room to ensure no
servants were listening.

�Follow
me.� Eowyn took his hand in hers and led him to the bed chambers. More candles
were lit inside, and the same incense had been burning. She opened a drawer in
the bedside table and from it withdrew three lengths of black silk. For a
moment there was hesitation in her eyes, but with a deep breath she put it
aside. �Come here.�

�Am
I to follow your orders explicitly, my lady?� Although there was a certain
amount of amusement in his voice, there was curiosity also, and obvious desire.

�Explicitly,
to the letter and without question.� He stepped towards her and opened his
mouth as if to speak but she interrupted him before he got the chance. �Turn
around.� As he did so he felt her come up close behind him. She reached up and
tied one of the pieces of silk over his eyes.

�Eowyn,
I....�

�Sshhh.
Relax. Happy Anniversary.� She pushed on his chest, manoeuvring him to sit on
the edge of the bed. �Wait here.� Heart pounding, she ran out of the room,
returning as fast as she could with a tray laden with strawberries, chocolates
and wine. She placed the tray down on the small bedside table, and turned back
to her husband. �I think you are a little overdressed.� She roughly grabbed the
hem of his tunic and in one movement pulled it over his head. He shivered
slightly at the sudden feel of air against his body. �I also think you would be more comfortable
if you were to lay back.�
Smiling, Faramir kicked off his boots, swung his legs up onto the
bed and lay back with his hands behind his head. �Is there anything else you
would have me do my lady?�
Eowyn looked at the half dressed form of her lover and felt a rush
of excitement surge through her body. To steady her growing nerves she poured a
glass of wine, a deep, full bodied red and took a small sip, then a much larger
one. She replaced the glass and picked up the other two pieces of black silk,
and, trailing them along the length of Faramir�s body, said, �Give me your
hands.� His arousal was becoming obvious, and as such he surrendered himself
without hesitation. Using the lengths of silk she tied his hands to the
headboard, effectively rendering him completely in her control. �Do you trust
me, my love?� she whispered in his ear.
�I would trust you with my life,� he breathed back to her.
She smiled broadly � he had answered her question correctly. From
the tray she selected a particularly large, juicy looking strawberry and gently
placed it in his mouth as way of a reward.
�Strawberries? Where did you get these? Surely they are out of
season?�
�That is my secret, my love, and one that I will not share.� She
knew she was teasing him verbally and felt it time to begin teasing him physically.
She lightly ran her fingers across his taut stomach, then up his chest, using
her thumb to draw tight circles around each of his nipples, causing his breath
to become harsh and ragged. She lay down on the bed next to him, feeling the
heat come off him, and deeply inhaled the scent of his skin.
�Eowyn? Please kiss me.�
There was a pleading note in his voice that Eowyn tried to ignore
but simply could not. She kissed hull ull on the lips while gently stroking
between his thighs � the roughness of the fabric rubbing against his most
sensitive parts caused him to moan deep in his throat. She continued to stroke
him with one hand while with the other she reached for the half empty glass.
She placed the rim at his lips and encouraged him to drink deeply of the
sensuous liquid.
Her gentle ministrations were st est enough to push Faramir over
the edge; he was getting dangerously close to losing control. This was not what
she wanted just yet and so she ceased. A slight groan of protest from her
husband told her that she had stopped just in time.
�Maybe your comfort would be increased if we were to lose these,�
she said, indicating his breeches.
�Lose what?� asked Faramir, his breathing as heavy as his voice.
He didn�t have to wait long to find out. He felt Eowyn�s weight press down on
him slightly and smiled as she moved down his body, pausing to undo his belt
and unbutton his breeches. He raised his hips slightly to aid her in removing
his last piece of clothing.
For a moment Eowyn was still. She looked down at the naked,
Adonis-like form of her husband, savouring every inch of flesh, and praised the
Valar for her luck. The sight of him, completely in her control was almost
enough to peak her own arousal, without need for any physical contact. This,
coupled with the warmth of the room, was making her feel the need to shed her
own clothes. She removed both her flowing white gown and silky undergarments,
discarding them as a pile on the floor. She then lay back down next to her
husband, the exquisite sensation of bare skin touching bare skin sending
electricity to every part of her body, and making his body react in the way she
had predicted � his semi arousal grew to its fuls, as, and a small moan of
pleasure emanated from within his throat as Eowyn kissed him.
Faramir possessed a very sweet tooth but was one rarely to
indulge. As the night was for indulgences, Eowyn picked out an especially
tempting looking chocolate and simultaneously placed it in his mouth while
lightly running her fingers along his hard length.
�Eowyn,� he breathed, �Let me touch you.�
�Not yet,� she whispered back, silencing him with another
chocolate. She began to place a trail of kisses down his body and along his
chest. She gently sucked, nibbled and kissed at his nipples then blew on the wet
skin, increasing his sensitivity. Each time he tried to speak she would place a
strawberry or chocolate in his mouth to quiet him. Her kisses moved further
down his body until she was level with his hard manhood. Pausing once more to
reassure herself that she was doing the right thing, she took a deep breath
then took him in her mouth.
Whatever he had been expecting it was not this. �Sweet Eru,� he
groaned, his hips bucking as his entire body shuddered with the wave of intense
pleasure he was suddenly experiencing.
Although at first a little tentative, she very quickly grew in
confidence, taking more of him into her mouth, sucking, nibbling, kissing,
licking his full length. She felt him tense sharply underneath her but pulled
away before he could release.
�Eowyn, stop this torment, it is more than I can take. I beg you.�
At this she desperately wanted to look into his clear blue eyes,
to his his pure adoration of her shining back out of them. Before granting this
wish she granted them both a sip of the sensuous wine, then lying on top of him
removed his blindfold. They looked long into each other�s eyes before he
whispered to her, �You are incredible.�
�As are you, my love.�
She sat straight up and instantly saw the look of adoration she
had wanted as Faramir�s eyes roamed over her body, over her gentle curves and
rosebud nipples, her golden hair pooling over her slight shoulders, her long,
toned legs meeting at her most intimate place. The single look from him gave
her so much pleasure; she was swollen and ready for him and could not wait a
moment longer. Wordlessly she guided him into her, and it felt to them both
that they were suddenly whole, as if a part of them that was missing was now
found.
As she began to gently rock her hips, Faramir found that all his
concentration was needed to hold back. She had already given him so much; all
he wanted was to allow her to gain the same pleasure from their union as he
inevitably would. Wave after wave of the most wonderfully intensive feelings
were crashing about him, but still he held back until he felt her glorious
muscles tense tightly around him. His own release came almost immediately
after; nothing existed in the world except himself and his lover.
She collapsed on top of him, and finally released his arms from
their bindings, allowing him to hold her close to him. A thought regarding the
silk binds entered his head, and he smiled slightly. �I�m glad you liked it,�
said Eowyn, misinterpreting his smile.
�It was beautiful,� he replied, echoing their earlier conversation,
�But now, I think, it is my turn.� In one movement he turned her over and
pinned her to the bed, then reached out to tie her own arms in place. His smile
grew larger. �Happy Anniversary!�
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