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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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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."
Yet part of her longed for it. "If..." She paused to wet her lips again. "If you wish to, you must undo the laces." She cast her eyes down shyly.
"Of course, my lady," he murmured, voice deep as he gently turned her, brushing long curls out of the way as he began unlacing the back of her dress, head bowing to nuzzle her neck as he did so.
With each brush against bare skin it rose goose flesh. Catching her lower lip between her teeth she caught the top just as it nearly slipped to expose her bust.
As she caught the dress, he pulled back, circling around her. "Don't be scared, Marian," he assured her, almost as if she were a spooked horse.
Hand settled over hers, gently. She can let go at any time.
She could feel her body tighten under just that small amount of attention. Even if it was forced.
"Marian... You are beautiful." Slowly, his hands reached out again, cupping her breasts, his thumb gently running over the nipples, making sure they stood erect.
Now distraction was pertinent. She drew herself up closer to him, almost in a way that looked that she might be doing so for modesty's sake. Groaning softly as the feel of her nakedness brushed against the unforgiving leather. Her hands slid slowly up over the hide, sliding around his neck. "Surely you don't intend on just looking at me."
"Should I not look at you?" He was smirking, almost chuckling at the notion that he wouldn't look at her, that he hadn't imagined a naked Marian since almost the first moment he met her.
"If you have other suggestions," his voice lowered, taking on a husky quality as his forehead leaned against hers, "I am all ears, m'lady. Though perhaps you would like to return the favor by helping me out of these leathers..."
"I suppose I could." She supplied teasingly, her eyes raising again to his as his forehead pressed against her own. "I may need a little guidance..." She trailed off, mischief coating her words, as fingers trailed down to the clasps of the top. "Do I start here? or..." She trailed off, letting her fingers trail down, as she leaned away from him just enough to place her fingers over the laces of his trousers. "Or here?" Her own tone taking a little bite of husky trustfulness.
He groaned at her touch, eyes sliding shut even as his hips bucked, almost involuntarily. "Perhaps...it would best to start at the top." And that way he wouldn't have to worry about exploding too soon.