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Sep. 1st, 2011 at 12:22 AM
And so Marian found herself at the castle gate, trying to con one of the more soft hearted guards. "Please David, I wont be gone long enough to be missed, I promise." She batted her long eyelashes at the man. "I feel like a wilted flower, if I don't get some sunshine and fresh air soon I may begin to shrivel." The man stuttered, he was a bit young, still wet behind the ears, unused to pretty women speaking so boldly to him.
Yet before he could say anything he went near white. Looking over her shoulder at something. Glancing back Marian too paled. "Sir Guy." She greeted.
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She didn't like that look in his eye. What was he thinking? It couldn't be anything good. She pressed her hands against his chest. "Let me go."
"I think I could find you with no issue."
"What makes you so confident?"
His arms tightened, pulling her against him, making sure she understood exactly what she did to him.
A slight nod and his grasp loosened slightly. Still, he didn't let her pull all the way back. "Marian..." She had to know what she did to him, how she made him feel. She could not just leave him hanging like this.
Nodding again, he pulled back, keeping hold of one hand as he tugged her toward the door she kept looking at, stopping once they were inside to pull her into another embrace. She was like a drug and he couldn't get enough of her.
Certainly if anyone happened upon them now, they would think both of them rather wanton. Still, Guy could not focus on anything else except getting her into a private room. Which one it mattered not, as long as it wasn't one the Sheriff visited overly often.
She had not the thought of Vaisey at the moment. It wasn't until her back hit the wall that she realized what he was doing.
Pulling back just slightly, breathing heavily, his eyes darted away for a moment, gauging their location in the castle. There was a room right there that would do. Rarely used, in the days when Edward was Sheriff, it had been used as a bit of a waiting room for the wives and children of visiting lords. Now, of course, no one came to visit, but there were still a low bench under the windows, heaped with cushions.
"Here," he almost whispered, tugging her into the room, making sure the door was shut tightly behind them before kissing her once again. He could not get enough of her.
Marian almost wanted to chuckle as he seemed more wanton than she. Dragging her into the room, only to bolt the door before returning to her. She fit her body wholly against his.
He held her close, lips meeting hers before they trailed down her neck. "Marian," he almost moaned into her skin. He didn't want to rush things with her too much, but she needed to lose the dress now.
"I want to see you," he mumbled. "All of you." There was a slight hesitation as he suckled her collarbone, his fingers almost massaging her rump.
"Please."