“The wine is a thoughtful gesture,” Eowyn says, stretched out in Peter's furs, eying him over the goblet's rim, “but not nearly enough, I think, to make up for your transgressions, which were quite severe.”
“It was remiss of me to keep you so late as to court discovery,” Peter agrees, taking one of her slim feet in his hand, pressing his lips to its arch. “So I will endeavor to make it up to you, inch by inch,” he says, his hands tracing a path up her firelight-limned skin, his lips trailing just behind, over powerful calves and taut thighs, until his goal is reached and the remains of the wine spills unheeded to the floor.
I am completely undone by this pairing, but the writing you and Starbrow have gifted us. This is amazing. I don't squee. I don't have flail feelings. And I can't stop devouring this crack pairing. You and Starbrow are perfectly matched, combining this beautiful command of language, with sensuous textures and details, all grounded in sparkling dialogue and spot on characterization.
This is honestly one of the best comments I've ever gotten, and to get it from you makes it all the better. Lotr is my first and oldest fannish love, and to be able to write it here is a joy. Thank you. <3
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“It was remiss of me to keep you so late as to court discovery,” Peter agrees, taking one of her slim feet in his hand, pressing his lips to its arch. “So I will endeavor to make it up to you, inch by inch,” he says, his hands tracing a path up her firelight-limned skin, his lips trailing just behind, over powerful calves and taut thighs, until his goal is reached and the remains of the wine spills unheeded to the floor.
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I am in awe.
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