Close Enough
by Dana

Pairing: Éomer/Éowyn
Rating: R
Summary: Éomer and the attractions of home.
Warnings: Incest, sexual content.
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with J.R.R. Tolkien or New Line Cinema. Any and all characters and situations that have been borrowed are for the author's personal use only, and for the entertainment of others.

Straw is strewn across the cold, hard ground, and Éowyn is breathing hard, too, a harsh and low. He turns slightly, nudges her sweaty cheek, and she wraps her arm around his shoulder, sighing. Éomer breathes her in, salt and sweat and the distinctive, lingering, odor of sex.

"The day is late," she says, and Éomer presses kisses to her neck and shoulder. Éowyn shifts, and groans, her pale legs splayed out, and Éomer presses his hand to her hip, pressing against lingering warmth.

"I know," he says, rather absently, seemingly content to sit here rather to ride out into the cold, wet day. Éowyn is slow, steady heat, and hand that isn't draped at his shoulder, presses against his cheek.

"It is hardly seemly," she teases, stroking his jaw. "I'll be here when you return."

"Right here?" he asks, teasing back.

"Fool," she laughs, and they kiss again, hardhotdeep, silent for along moment before breaking free, both breathing hard. "Close enough, at least, if I can't ever find my clothes."

Éomer laughs, clinging to her, for the moment at ease, breathing in the scent of her skin, to ward off the lonely aching of a day's long ride.