Watching
by Dana

Disclaimer: The characters are property of JRR Tolkien.
Pairing: Gríma/Éowyn
Rating: PG

He watches her - that she knows. At times, she does not know how it makes her feel. That he would be so free with his looks - and she knows that he knows that she knows that he watches. And there are other times, yes, other times, when his slightest gaze is like unwanted touch upon her skin. But there are other times, yes, other times, like now, where she does not shy from the weight of his gaze, acting as if she does not notice. There is light in his eyes, even though he stands in shadow - and she can tell that he is following her, and she crosses through the great hall, going to her uncle's side. And she cannot help herself, feeling almost giddy with unnamed power, turning her gaze to his. She meets his head on, and her lips curve, as she loses herself in thought: and she imagines, his mouth upon her own. A kiss, she thinks, that would do more than strip her bare. A kiss, she knows, that would take away her breath, knowing his want - and if there is something that she sees, as he watches, it is the force of his desire.