It's been a very long time since any man has carried her as if she weighed nothing to him, and Éomer is a little surprised to find how much she likes it. Eskel's body between her thighs feels like a war horse, all compact muscle and sturdy bones beneath, and Éomer lets herself squeeze him like she would a charger with no saddle on, just to feel the heft of him as he carries her over to his bed and tumbles back onto it.
"I could get used to riding you down to the bed like that," she teases, shifting and yanking at her shift to get it out from where it's caught under her knees. Once it's been freed from that tangle, she figures she might as well just take the whole thing off, so she grabs the hem and tugs it up and over her head in one smooth motion, baring her body to him completely and tossing the shift over to land somewhere across the room.
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Date: 2020-09-03 03:27 am (UTC)"I could get used to riding you down to the bed like that," she teases, shifting and yanking at her shift to get it out from where it's caught under her knees. Once it's been freed from that tangle, she figures she might as well just take the whole thing off, so she grabs the hem and tugs it up and over her head in one smooth motion, baring her body to him completely and tossing the shift over to land somewhere across the room.