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[drinkupmehearties]

Who| Jack & Eowyn
What| Jack invites Eowyn to see the Little Pearl.
Where| Just outside the city, on the lake.
When| Backdated to post-Arena and pre-war stuff.
Warnings/Notes| Will add if needed.

He'd made it to the very last week of the Arena, battled storms and explosions and dragons and hideous beasts. And yet Jack had still fallen maddeningly short, downed by those terrifying pale creatures that hid within the bunker and screamed in unnervingly familiar voices that didn't rightly belong to them. Winning was his ticket out of the Games, he'd realized by now, and that'd been ripped away from him once again. He'd have another round of bloodbath to look forward to, and he was beyond frustrated and angry about it.

But this time, Jack didn't allow himself to wallow too much in self-pity. He'd drank himself silly the first night after he'd woken from his revival, of course, but then he'd settled into the usual routine of photoshoots and Sponsor meets and fittings. And soon after his return, too, he'd sent a note to Eowyn inviting her to come see the ship that Swann had given him, located on a lake just outside the city proper. At the least, being in her company would help keep his mind from his recent and brutal death.

When Eowyn arrives she'll see him leaning comfortably on the rail of the pier, waiting patient, shadowed by the ship that rests in the water near him. It's less than a quarter in size of the actual Pearl, but still painted black and made to look very much like the tall ship that'd been seen in the Arena. It tugs lightly at the anchor cable that dips down into the waves, seemingly just as eager to get out on the water as Jack is.

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[drinkupmehearties]

He rids himself of his own glass as she does, delighted by the surprising intensity that she returns his kiss with. Jack answers it with his own, catching her lower lip briefly between his teeth and tugging; his free hand slides onto her lower back, pressing her hips against his, then drops down to cup her ass and squeeze.

[shieldofrohan]

It's been a while since their last tryst, and the stress hasn't stopped building since then, nor the frustration. She tips her hips, grinding up against him, and ducks her head to nip his throat.

[drinkupmehearties]

Jack answers the delightful press of her body with a low hum in his throat, becoming acutely aware of the hot pulse of blood that's starting to rush downward with each small roll of her hips against his. His hands skim to the hem of her shirt, tugging, quickly dragging the fabric up and away, then his fingers move to score over the soft flesh of her back. Another Arena, another death, and he's needed this; to relieve that aching tension, that hazy, burning desire for closeness, that need to have her again.

[shieldofrohan]

Éowyn raises her arms, shrugging the shirt off, and tugs at the fastenings of his shirt in answer. As soon as he's shirtless, she grabs for his wrists again, aiming to pin them against the window as she kisses him, roughly and deeply. They're on his home turf here, or at least it feels that way - she can feel the ground shifting under them, hear the waves lap against the boat - and somehow that makes her determined to be utterly, undeniably in charge here.

[drinkupmehearties]

The cabin air is refreshingly cool over the heat of his bare skin, body still flushed and warm from the liquor. He doesn't seem to mind her pinning his wrists at all -- in fact, he's pretty much content to yield that control to her -- meeting and deepening her kiss with the same ardor.

[shieldofrohan]

She shifts her grip, pinning both his wrists with one hand and freeing the other to fist in his hair. When the kiss has gone on a while, she pulls away (biting down quite hard on Jack's lip as she does) and pulls his head back to lick and bite down his neck, tasting the sharp tang of salt. Her hips grind up against his again, rough and insistent.

[drinkupmehearties]

Jack inhales a sharp breath as she pulls away, that stinging pain lingering on his lip, the corner of his mouth curling upward in enjoyment. It's driving him mad to not to touch her, to relent to her, and his quick breaths betray an urgency as Jack helplessly presses himself into the movement of her hips. His pants suddenly feel restricting, too tight and confining, erection straining uncomfortably against the material.

[shieldofrohan]

Éowyn isn't feeling too patient herself. She feels hot, flushed, her skin prickling with sweat and sensitivity, a delicious kind of discomfort in her loins. After a little while, she lets out a little grunt of frustration and lets go of him, pushing herself away and onto her feet. As she moves, she's already fumbling with her belt, and a moment later she's naked, kicking her boots and trousers to one side. Moisture clings to the coarse blonde hair between her thighs, and her skin is raised in gooseflesh despite the warmth.

She grabs for Jack's wrist, to draw him up against her, her free hand rubbing none too gently over his erection.

[drinkupmehearties]

"Mmn." He briefly closes his eyes, her touch drawing a hitched breath from him despite the barrier separating them. With one wrist freed, now, Jack slips a hand down to quickly unfasten the button of his pants, thumb hooking around the top to drag it down -- shifting his hips as he does -- enough to fully free himself.

Once that's done he palms a hand across her thigh, over enticingly smooth, warm skin, then slides his hand between her legs, finding her wonderfully hot and wet.

[shieldofrohan]

Éowyn lets out a low, breathy little moan, pressing up against his hand, her eyes half-closed. Her fingers trace over his back, gentle for the moment, and she guides the hand she's got hold of to her breast, letting go of his wrist when it's there.

It's only a moment more, though, before she leans in, nipping at his earlobe, to murmur, "On your knees, Jack. I'd sooner have a mouth there than a hand." Then, with another, harder bite, she slides her hands onto his shoulders, to try and push him down.

[drinkupmehearties]

His skin prickles where her fingers trace, a shiver crawling across his body. He takes that moment to caress his hand over her breast, squeezing, thumb brushing in slow patterns around her nipple while his other hand explores between her legs.

The demand tugs the corners of his mouth upwards, and Jack nuzzles his face right beneath her ear in return, placing a warm kiss there. "More than gladly, luv." He breathes the words against her skin, his voice ragged and heavy with desire. It won't take much effort for her to push him down; Jack easily sinks to his knees in front of her with one smooth motion. One hand snakes around to splay across her lower back, bracing, his other spreading her legs more.

His mouth grazes against her inner thigh hungrily, lightly nipping and pressing lingering kisses over the sensitive skin. Then Jack angles himself just so, pressing forward, and softly runs his tongue up and down her pussy, lightly sucking and swirling his tongue over her clit each time he reaches it.

[shieldofrohan]

She groans, one hand fisting tightly in his hair, the other thrown out to steady herself against the wall. That feels good. More than good. After the last couple of months, after this long hard slog through the ever-present oppression of her imprisonment, it feels necessary. To be attended to, to let herself go a little, just for a moment...

And she does let herself go, gives herself permission not to care who hears or who knows, not to care about anyone but herself for the time being. She's louder than she was in the stables, grunting and gasping as she pushes his head up between her legs, twisting his hair around her hand. For a couple of seconds, she watches him work, then she gives up even on that and lets her head fall back, her eyes screwing shut.

[drinkupmehearties]

He's quite happy to attend her, content to forget everything else around them but what's present, to ignore anything else but lavishing her with his attentions like this; the noises that she's making, too, are a reward in and of itself, goading him on and quickening the hot rush of blood in his veins. He continues steadily for a few moments more, delighting in the intoxicating scent of her skin, the sweet taste of her on his tongue, the firm press of her hand against his head.

Eventually Jack shifts his mouth fully over her clit, alternating between sucking and quickly flicking his tongue against her, while a hand drifts back up between her legs. He slides a curled finger into her, then a second, beginning a steady rhythm.

[shieldofrohan]

She cries out when his fingers press into her, a low, strangled sound. Her legs are starting to tremble with the effort of keeping her up, her fingers flexing and loosening spasmodically in his hair. It isn't much more than a moment later that she comes, bracing herself against the window-frame, her whole body tensing and arching.

Pulling his head away from its place between her legs, she stumbles back a couple of steps to drop back onto the seat, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. With both hands, she rakes her tangled hair back off her face, biting her lip. "Ai, that's better."

[drinkupmehearties]

His pace is unrelenting, carrying through until the last waves of her orgasm cease and she disentangles herself from him. He rests back on the heels of his feet for a few moments, then, catching his breath in similarly shallow gasps, mouth pulled in a warm, pleased smile.

Then Jack climbs to his feet and drapes his hands over the arms of the chair, still very much worked up, that craving for her still present in his eye. "Come over to the bed, luv, and I assure it'll be even better." He indicates with a jerk of his head to the bed that's been carved into a space in the ship's wall. "Or perhaps, were you more inclined, I can easily clear a spot on the table."

[shieldofrohan]

She laughs, low in her throat, and shakes her head. "You have no shame," she observes dryly - and not a little ironically, since she's sprawling stark naked in his chair while she says it. No shame here either, apparently. Her own eyes dance with good humour. "Give me a moment to catch my breath, Captain, and I'll show you how a lady of Rohan can ride."

[drinkupmehearties]

Jack grins brightly at that, laughing in turn. "Aye, it's true. None whatsoever." He slips forward to smoothly place a kiss on the curve of her neck, then, another on her bare shoulder, ending the contact with a bite and a warm smile pressed to his mouth. "Take your time, luv."

He pulls away from her and moves a step to the carafe on the table, refilling the drinks. A moment more and he's eased back at her side, offering a glass to her. "If you'd by chance like a little more." He's already started draining his own, the harsh taste burning the back of his throat.

[shieldofrohan]

Éowyn arches her neck obligingly, to let his kisses land more easily, and smiles. When he offers her the glass, she takes it with a little nod. "I'm not so churlish as to refuse," she answers dryly, raising it to him and taking a long draught.

A few moments later, she puts the half-empty glass aside and stretches, rolling her shoulders back. "Bed, then?" she suggests, and moves to stand.

[drinkupmehearties]

He finishes off his drink and sets it onto the table, smirking, eyes not so subtly raking over her naked frame. "Certainly not." Once she's on her feet his arm moves to encircle her waist and pull her closer to his body, voice a low growl in her ear. "And to the bed it is, luv."

The cabin space is small, so Jack only has to tug her away over a short few paces until he's able to sink himself onto the bed. He doesn't release her in the meanwhile, instead drawing her down onto it with him.

[shieldofrohan]

Éowyn goes with him gladly, letting herself be drawn down. Although she'd never admit it, she's actually quite grateful for his holding her; between the rolling of the ship and the still-fading fuzziness of her post-orgasmic state, she's not feeling at her steadiest right now. The drink probably hasn't helped, either.

On the bed, she rolls over to straddle him, and leans in for another kiss, her hand flat on his chest.

[drinkupmehearties]

His palms come to rest around her ass as she straddles him, pressing her down as Jack returns the kiss with impatience, urgency, a heated fervency, hips pushed up to press against hers.

After a short beat he breaks the kiss, trailing kisses up her neck until he's able to murmur into her ear, voice heavy and ragged, "I want you, Eowyn."

[shieldofrohan]

"Mm." She turns her head a little, nipping his ear. "I know." It's not exactly unnoticeable, in fairness. Her fingers trace the side of his neck, nails scratching just a little. She isn't really in the mood for teasing, though; it's only a moment more before she shifts, lifting her hips up just enough to guide his cock into her with one hand. Sitting up, her hands on his chest, she eases down onto it with a little sigh, biting her lip.

[drinkupmehearties]

His mouth curves upwards at her words, another smirk, but that slowly melts away as she lowers herself onto him and a low, throaty moan parts his lips. He takes a moment to delight in the view of his cock burying into her, in that wet heat and tightness, then one hand glides to lightly stroke over her breast. His other hand only presses obligingly down against her waist; while it takes everything he has not to start thrusting his hips into hers right now, he's happy to let her set the pace.

[shieldofrohan]

She lets out a low sound - half-sigh, half-moan - and rocks her hips, tightening the muscles deep inside her in a slow, delicious wave. This is less urgent, less desperate than before: her need is less pressing, and she's willing to take it a little slower.

Only a little, though. She starts to move, slow at first, reaching up to guide his hand firmly back onto her breast. Then faster, harder, the well-toned muscles in her thighs shifting under the skin as she rides him. Her eyes slide closed, and she bites her lip, tipping her head back and letting herself forget everything but this moment, this movement, the feeling of him inside her as she fucks him with everything she's got.

[drinkupmehearties]

The gradual tempo as her hips roll against his, that ripple of pressure that he can feel as she squeezes her muscles just so around his cock -- damn it all she's good and he's loving this. Jack is unrestrained in this appreciation, too, breathing out a heavy moan and feeling a shiver tremble its way through his entire body. His hands work on her breasts in the meanwhile, massaging and caressing, brushing shapes over the sensitive flesh of her nipples.

Then her pace picks up and he can't seem to focus on that anymore; his hands drop down to her waist and fingers dig into her, pressing her body down harder with each pump of her hips into his, breaths now just shallow gasps for air.