FIRE AND SILVER

*FIRE AND SILVER*
Part 4

Bronwyn roused slightly and stretched languidly as she opened her eyes. Her body ached in certain places but she only savoured the slight discomfort as she remembered Eomer’s body on hers. As soon as she thought of him she turned around only to find she was alone.
Her face fell until she noticed how light it was outside and realised she had slept later than usual. Hurriedly dressing herself she was still braiding her hair when she left her chamber.
It took a moment for her to notice that a buzz of excitement seemed to be in the air and when she got to the main hall she found a lot of the men standing around in small groups talking animatedly. She searched the room and saw Eomer standing close to Theoden and Aragorn, deep in conversation.
“Where have you been?” her friend Marran asked her.
Turning to the serving maid she answered her distractedly, “I slept too long that’s all. What’s going on here?”
Marran waved a hand around the room, “It seems one of the little halflings saw something in some glass ball thing and now the whole place is in an uproar. Gandalf and the halfling are already gone to Gondor, to warn them of an attack apparently.”
Bronwyn looked at Marran in alarm. The serving maid seemed quite calm at this turn of events but Bronwyn wasn’t, this meant Eomer would leave soon and they would have no more time together.
Marran watched her friend, noticing the way she looked to Eomer with such longing and then the hurt when he merely glanced her way before leaving the hall.
“What’s between you and Lord Eomer?” she asked Bronwyn.
Bronwyn blushed and said, “I have no idea what you mean!”
Marran raised a disbelieving eyebrow and merely looked at her closer. She wasn’t of noble birth like Bronwyn but they had been friends since they were girls and she knew her very well.
“You’ve lain with him!” she gasped as the realisation hit her.
“I have done no such thing!” Bronwyn hissed at her, blushing even deeper.
Marran laughed gently and pulled her friend to where they wouldn’t be overheard. “You have, it’s written on your face every time you look at him. Oh Bronwyn, couldn’t you have chosen someone more congenial than him? He doesn’t care for anything but his horses!”
Marran could have kicked herself when she saw Bronwyn’s eyes fill with tears at her words. She had spoken without thinking, not realising the depth of Bronwyn’s feelings.
“Don’t cry now, it makes your face blotchy.”
Bronwyn laughed at her friend’s lack of tact and dabbed at her eyes with her sleeve. “What difference does it make? You saw the way he looked at me just now, he couldn’t leave fast enough!”
Marran rolled her eyes with a sigh, “Trust me Bronwyn, he doesn’t dislike you – just the opposite I would say. He’s probably got some stupid idea that he’s doing it for your own good as he’s probably going off to war in a few days. It’s a misplaced ‘honour’ thing these men of Rohan seem to be prone to.”
“So what do you suggest?”
“I suggest you make his Lordship forget all about war for a while and indulge in a little pleasure,” Marran said with a mischievous grin on her face.
Bronwyn smiled back but then frowned, “How can I persuade him?”
Marran sighed again. How nobles managed to get laid in the first place if they didn’t know anything about the different pleasures you could have! Pulling her friend to an even more private place she instructed her friend on some of the things she could do until Bronwyn’s face was scarlet and her mouth hung open in shock.
Eomer was unaware of this little byplay and had left not longer after he had seen Bronwyn come in. Seeing her watching him with those emerald eyes of hers had distracted him from what Aragorn had been saying so he had decided to leave to get some fresh air.
The whole place had an air of excitement and anticipation but Eomer had been fighting too long to play the ‘what if’ game. He would wait for King to give the order and until then he would carry on as normal, although there seemed to be an added distraction lately. One blonde and green-eyed distraction.
He entered the barn, which was blessedly quiet. The only thing kept in here was the excess horse feed and other implements that Eomer had no interest in. He climbed the ladder up into the hayloft and made his way to the back where he could remain hidden but still see what was going on through a small window that let in some cool air.
He had always come here when he needed to be alone ever since he was a boy; it was still the best place to think. He was so deep in thought now that he didn’t hear Bronwyn approach until she was practically beside him.
“Eomer?” she said softly.
He managed not to jump and instead scowled at her as she stood uncertainly in the dimness. “Do you have to sneak up on people?”
Bronwyn smiled, completely unphased by his tone. “I knew you would be here. It’s where you always come when something is on your mind.”
Eomer watched her warily as she sat beside him but not too close. His eyes drifted over her remembering the feel of her under him, the look of lustful abandonment on her face. Dragging his attention away from her he fixed his eyes on the far wall where he couldn’t even see her from the corner of his eye.
“Did I not please you?” Bronwyn asked him, blushing slightly at being so forward.
Eomer didn’t speak for a moment but when he did his voice sounded gruff, “Yes, you pleased me. I always enjoy a tumble with an eager woman.”
Bronwyn paused in annoyance at his tone and his deliberate insult. “I may have appeared eager but that’s only because we have so little time together. I want you and only you!”
Eomer stood and moved to where some bales had been arranged to form a seat and sat down so he was facing her. “What you ask I cannot give you. We are leaving to go to war, I may not come back for a long time or I may not come back at all.”
“That is why we must make the most of the time we do have,” Bronwyn told him before she stood up, moving so she was in front of him.
Reaching behind her she undid her gown so she could pull it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She stood completely naked in front of him and waited while his eyes roamed up and down her body and she could see he wasn’t as unaffected by her as he would like to appear.
Stepping forward she knelt between his legs and put her arms around his waist. Looking up into his face she didn’t think he was going to kiss her but with a slight groan his lips were on hers and his hand was clutching a handful of her hair. He kissed her long and hard until they broke apart, breathing hard.
Bronwyn ran her hands up under his shirt, savouring the feel of his hard stomach and letting her fingers circle each nipple until they were hard. She trailed her fingers down towards his trousers, her nails raking his skin gently. She pushed him back until he was leaning on the bale behind and slowly she undid his trousers, glancing up every now and then to find his eyes watching her fingers and his breath coming a little faster.
Reaching inside she could feel he was hard and rubbed her palm up and down the shaft, delighting in the moaning noise he made. Pulling it out she looked at it and smiled. So this was what had given her so much pleasure last night! She kissed the tip and licked it gently, her tongue flicking off the very end and she could see Eomer’s head fall back and his eyes close.
She took it into her mouth and slowly slid down it’s length until she felt it at the back of her throat then she slowly came back up again. Both of Eomer’s hands were in her hair now as she went up and down his shaft, stopping every now and then to lick the tip or to suck on his balls, which left him groaning.
“Have you done this before?” he gasped out.
Bronwyn’s teeth nipped the side of his member and he jumped slightly. “Insolent pig!” she said mock serious, “Indeed I have not!”
“Insolent pig?” Eomer repeated, “Why, I’ll show you wench!”
Bronwyn darted away with a laugh but Eomer’s weight came down on top of her, pinning her face down in the prickly hay. She shrieked but he was kissing her neck and she could feel his hand sliding down her back to slide around to her sex where his fingers began to probe her gently.
She moaned and lifted her buttocks up so he could have better access to her. His weight came off her and looking over her shoulder she could see him removing his shirt, throwing it onto the bale of hay he had been sitting on. Grasping her hips he lifted them up so she came up onto all fours then he moved her legs so he could place himself between them.
He slid inside her so quickly she gasped and arched against him so she could feel him even deeper inside. He started a steady rhythm while his fingers stroked her clitoris and his other hand grasped her breast, tweaking her nipple gently until she began to cry out.
Circling an arm around her waist he picked her up as he stood and moved back to the bale he had been sitting on. Bronwyn straddled his lap with her back to him, her legs dangling either side of his until he moved them so they were inside his and she could put her feet on the ground.
She gasped at the way he felt inside her like this and, placing her hands on his thighs she began to move up and down his shaft, guided by his hands. She delighted in the way she could control the speed with which they moved and soon she could feel her climax building.
Suddenly Eomer stood up, leaning her forward and grasping each of her arms to hold her still, he pounded into her making her breasts bounce with each stroke. Bronwyn cried out each time he rammed into her, the pleasure more than she could bear until she came loudly followed closely by Eomer who wrapped his arms around her and sat back down.
Leaning back against him with her head on his shoulder she savoured the feel of his hard body against hers. Their sweat soaked skin sticking together as they both breathed hard, Eomer gently stroking Bronwyn’s breasts and stomach.
A voice from below broke their mood as someone had come into the barn, shouting to his friend outside. Eomer gently lifted her off him and stood up beside her, kissing her gently. Without speaking he helped her dress, quickly pulling his own clothes on, then they slowly left the barn and went outside into the fresh air.