Waving a dismissive hand at the desk and its scattered paperwork behind them, Éomer lifts her chin slightly to press her forehead more firmly against his, craving the simple chaste touch more than she'd expected she might in the wake of their hurried coupling.
"Oh forget all that," she says, more than willing to shirk her duties for the rest of the night if it means spending a little more time in his arms. "It will keep."
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Date: 2020-09-13 03:42 am (UTC)"Oh forget all that," she says, more than willing to shirk her duties for the rest of the night if it means spending a little more time in his arms. "It will keep."