The Perils of Bathtime

Summary: The morning after her marriage, Éowyn takes a bath. ::grins::

Written because the Lord of the Rings is entirely too serious and needs much more silly floofiness.

Golden sun streamed in the windows, shining on hair as golden as it was. The owner of the hair stirred, moaned softly and opened her blue eyes.

Éowyn of Rohan started at the weight that lay half on top of her, and nearly panicked before remembering the night before.

Mm. She closed her eyes and tightened her arms around her new husband. Last night had been…interesting, to say the least. Éowyn licked her lips and tried to think about something else.

Like the fact that she badly needed a bath. She was sticky and sweaty and smelled like sex. One can only wonder what Éomer would think. She giggled. He'd probably try to kill Faramir.

Her arms tightened again, possessively, and Faramir mumbled sleepily in protest, swatting at her hands. He looked so adorable, with his black hair all tousled and his face all red.

Oh, all right, sleepyhead. She carefully detached herself from his embrace, dropping a kiss on his forehead before slipping into a pale blue robe and going into the bathing-room of their suite.

Thankfully, some wise maid had foreseen the need one of them was going to have, and a bath was drawn and waiting, steam curling from the water. With a soft cry of delight, Éowyn shed the robe and slid into the water.

It swirled around her, caressing her body and swishing softly between her legs. Éowyn closed her eyes and slid a little deeper into the water. Remembering what Faramir had done last night gave her a delightful shiver, and raised goosebumps on her skin. She leaned her head back against the rim of the tub, closing her eyes and parting her lips slightly. Somehow she missed noticing another's presence, at least until a hand slid around her neck.

She bolted up out of the bath, staring straight into Faramir's eyes. He chuckled, deep in his throat. "Have you any idea how good you look?"

"No…perhaps you should tell me."

"Perhaps I should, my lady," he said, almost purring.

She opened her mouth and he covered it with his. The resulting activities soaked Faramir's clothes and left very little water in the tub.

"The maid will have my head," Faramir murmured, his mouth pressed against Éowyn's neck. Éowyn giggled.

"Most unfair of her, for it is not your head's fault, after all."

"Well, I must say my head had very little to do with that," he agreed, sending her into another fit of giggles that he soon joined in.

Éowyn shifted a bit beneath him, rather enjoying being sandwiched between the tub and her husband's body. Faramir was not that heavy, and it made her feel safe. Listen to me, the tough Shieldmaiden, wanting to feel safe. Well…maiden no longer, I suppose. She smiled at the thought but said nothing.

"I love you," Faramir said, quietly, raising his hand to stroke her hair. "I wonder if you will ever know how much."

"Oh, I think you demonstrated it quite ably just now, dear," Éowyn commented dryly, startling a laugh out of her husband. "And to think I took a bath so I would stop smelling like…us."

Faramir grinned. "Sorry about that. You just looked so…"

"Beautiful? Ravishing?"

"Edible." He grinned wider at her squeal of outrage and growled softly, gently biting her neck.

Things went rapidly downhill from there.

A/N: Another round of pointless fluff from yours truly. J Hope you enjoyed! Review! Flames will be used to heat the bathwater. ::winkwinknudgenudge::