Éomer laughs quietly, not because anything is funny, but from a pure upswell of joy inside her, a heady mix of selfish satisfaction at seeing him so well-healed after she had been half-convinced he'd die with his blood on her hands combined with the pleasure of making what feels like a true, honest connection with another human being sending little bubbles of happiness singing through her blood like the fizz of a particularly strong batch of ale.
With her hands braced on the sturdy spread of his ribs, she opens her eyes and grins down at him as she circles her hips, testing out what feels good and definitely trying to decide what she could do to make him make that sound again.
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Date: 2020-09-09 02:45 am (UTC)With her hands braced on the sturdy spread of his ribs, she opens her eyes and grins down at him as she circles her hips, testing out what feels good and definitely trying to decide what she could do to make him make that sound again.