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Title: Shower of Gold "Please, Éowyn," Faramir begged. "Unbind your lovely hair. I love to feel it between my fingers." "No," Éowyn replied, deftly securing her plait. "I must be up early tomorrow. I have no time to comb out tangles. My mare is about to foal and I must tend her." "You hair looks like a horse's tail plaited so tightly!" Faramir cried in exasperation. "You really think so?" Éowyn beamed. Her lips met his in a passionate kiss. Faramir returned it. As their bodies entwined, his fingers stealthily moved behind her head. A shower of gold was poured into his waiting hands. |
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