Marian of Knighton

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It had been weeks since Marian had been forcefully brought to live in the castle. Longer than she liked to go without seeing her father. Robin had sneaked a few missives back and forth, but it wasn't the same as seeing him. The want to do so was probably stronger than was healthy.

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.


Sep. 3rd, 2011 07:08 pm (UTC)
She hadn't a chance to see where they were, though it seemed not to matter, as he tugged her back against him. She didn't hesitate, her arms wound back around his neck, fingers curling back in the length of his hair. She would be a liar to say there was never a spark between them.
Sep. 3rd, 2011 09:23 pm (UTC)
Good that she was not trying to deny it, for Guy could not hold back now. No, she would be his that very day. His hands dipped to her bottom, pulling her in tightly against him for a moment before he was urging her backwards, lips still locked.

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.
Sep. 3rd, 2011 11:00 pm (UTC)
A soft little noise purred in the back of Marian's throat as his hands dipped over her backside to draw her up against him. Though a little growl of frustration as he began to draw her backward.

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.
Sep. 4th, 2011 12:10 am (UTC)
He almost grunted as she collided with the wall, his hands trapped between her and the stone wall. That is not what he had been intending to do.

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.
Sep. 4th, 2011 01:58 am (UTC)
It was almost as if his desperation fed her own. What had held them back before? It seemed almost silly, though if she were of her right mind she would now what drove her now was hormones. Hormones and his need.

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.
Sep. 4th, 2011 02:04 am (UTC)
Hormones were not a bad thing. Indeed Guy was most thankful for the influence of them, if they were what meant Marian was in his arms right now.

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.
Sep. 4th, 2011 02:28 am (UTC)
"Mmmm?" She made her hum a question as his lips trailed down her neck. Which was quite heavenly. Her fingers combed through his hair. Encouraging more kisses line that. It had been a long while since anyone paid her attentions. More than stolen kisses and tender stroking anyway.
Sep. 4th, 2011 02:31 am (UTC)
Guy didn't need to know about any stolen kisses, and especially didn't need to know about any tender stroking she'd received form anyone besides himself.

"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.

Sep. 4th, 2011 02:51 am (UTC)
She leaned back from him, at the request. Even the please. She wet her lips. The request was more than had been asked of her before. More than she'd been brave enough to answer for before. Yet...

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.
Sep. 4th, 2011 02:56 am (UTC)
She leaned back and he almost expected her to slap him for impertinence, or rush away. But then she was acquiescing, and he couldn't help the sly smile that crossed his face.

"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.
Sep. 4th, 2011 03:36 am (UTC)
She turned with ease as he guided her so. Holding her hair as he moved it aside. A dull shutter ran down her spine as Guy nuzzled against her neck. She didn't bother to catch the fabric as it edged down her shoulders, with each loosened lace. Exposing more and more of smooth white skin.

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.
Sep. 4th, 2011 03:45 am (UTC)
His hands were greedy, brushing against the expanse of skin again and again as more was revealed, and he almost groaned aloud as the dress began to slip.

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.
Sep. 4th, 2011 05:21 am (UTC)
She wasn't overly scared really. Just a little modest. Carefully she eased her hands out from underneath his. So that it was his palms, resting against her breasts, that held her dress up. She swallowed thickly, her eyes closed, the feel of his hands over her chest was a little undoing.

She could feel her body tighten under just that small amount of attention. Even if it was forced.
Sep. 4th, 2011 05:56 am (UTC)
His hands stayed as they were for a long moment before they let the cloth drop, the dress pooling around her feet. She took his breath away.

"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.
Sep. 4th, 2011 06:20 am (UTC)
Her eyes remained closed as her dress dropped, pooling around her feet. The breath she held rushed out in a shuttered sigh as his hands covered her yet again. It wasn't until he commented that her mind suddenly went to the scars she bore.

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."
Sep. 4th, 2011 06:26 am (UTC)
He thought he'd seen something , but before he could register more than an imperfection imperfection on her otherwise blemishless skin, she was close to him again, arms wound around him.

"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..."
Sep. 4th, 2011 07:23 pm (UTC)
"It's not so much that you shouldn't... Than it is... No man has ever. And it does make one a little self conscious." She cast her eyes down a bit, glancing at the little gap between them. She could see anything, as her bosom flattened against his 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.
Sep. 5th, 2011 02:30 am (UTC)
He should remember, she was a maid, and things needed to be taken slowly. If only a bit. He didn't want to backstep too far.

He groaned at her touch, eyes sliding shut even as his hips bucked, almost involuntarily. " would best to start at the top." And that way he wouldn't have to worry about exploding too soon.
Sep. 5th, 2011 02:45 am (UTC)
Of course, that was the reason, and not to scars that marked her as the Night Watchman. Oh, but his reaction brought about a good bit of mischief. "Are you sure? Your trousers do feel as if they may bust at the seam." There was a touch of mock innocence in her tone.

But her hand moved back up to the clasp of his top. Her fingers followed each one, undoing them as she went. Raising on her toes as if she had to, even if she did not, so that she was pressed up against him.
Sep. 5th, 2011 02:52 am (UTC)
There was a breathy chuckle at her response. She was such a coquette. "That is precisely why I don't want it to be released yet," he informed her, eyes opening in spite of himself to watch her, watch her soft hands working on the ties of his doublet.

"Hurry," he requested, tone strained.
Sep. 5th, 2011 03:03 am (UTC)
Her fingers plucked the last tie. Her hands slid beneath the front fold, pushing it open without stepping back, then sliding beneath the fold underneath. She eased her hand against the soft linen of his under tunic, up over his shoulders to ease the upper off them. "Fast enough? Or should I fetch your dagger?" Yes she was being a tad cheeky, it was a good cover for how nervous she was.

Though Marian wasn't entirely sure if she was nervous about the fact that she was very naked. Or the fact that he could find out.
Sep. 5th, 2011 03:18 am (UTC)
"Tease," he returned, pulling back to shrug his doublet and undershirt off. She really was, and he couldn't take it very much longer, Arms winding around her, he pulled her in again, for another kiss, tongue slipping between her lips as he eased her back onto the cushions of the bench.

For all that she had said him looking at her made her nervous, Guy couldn't help easing back to take a second look. She was gorgeous, skin flawless, her breasts full and perfect... But he frowned slightly as his gaze slipped lower, one hand stretching out, his thumb running along a jagged scar on her abdomen.

"....Marian?" Explain.
Sep. 5th, 2011 06:45 am (UTC)
A low groan purred in her throat. His kisses were so very nice. So very... She couldn't get enough of them. She hardly realized what he was doing until she felt the cushions at the back of her knees.

She eased down onto them without realizing herself until it was too late. as Guy traced the scar with his thumb she sucked in a breath. Of all things he could touch... He chose where he'd stabbed her. She knew that tone, she didn't have to ask what he meant. Could she talk her way around it? She knew the scar was too new, too red, too angry, to lie about it being older than it was.

"Notice that did you?" Did she have to explain? How could she really? Would he connect the two himself?
Sep. 5th, 2011 12:16 pm (UTC)
Oh he connected the two alright. He stayed, almost on top of her, though he sat back slightly, grabbing her arm, fingers tracing the light scar on the forearm. He remembered that well, remembered sitting beside her at the archery contest and noticing the blood on her sleeve.

"You've been very clever," he informed her, though his tone was unreadable. He was not pleased with this latest revelation, but then...there was a naked Marian beneath him, hot and almost panting for him. If this was another one of her schemes, he didn't really care.

He leaned in again, pinning both arms above her head. "How long, Marian?" He questioned
Sep. 5th, 2011 09:30 pm (UTC)
Marian swallowed thickly when he grabbed her arm and traced the pale scar, the first one he'd given her. She couldn't exactly tell him sitting next to the sheriff, if at all. Now could she?

She wet her lips at the complement, though she wasn't wholly sure that it was that. He didn't sound angry, but nor did he sound... well He didn't sound anything. Though she could safely say she hadn't schemed. What woman schemes away her maidenhood?

"When Vaisey's taxes began taking their toll, when people couldn't afford medicine, or food to feed themselves or their families." The answer was breathy and near panted. She was unsure what it was about his pinning her arms above her head... But he made it quite difficult not to writhe against him, like a wanton whore. "Roughly four years before Robin came back, it started after I was terribly ill... Sarah had been taking care of me, and one day her daughter came instead, I was near back to perfect health... I took her my left over medication. It saved her life." She paused to wet her lips again. "I've been doing it ever since."