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. 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."
Sep. 5th, 2011 09:49 pm (UTC)
And the writhing against him was exactly why he did think she was a bit wanton at times, and why he wondered if this whole seduction might be just a ploy.

"Well I can understand the disguise," he returned, his free hand sliding down her body. "Out, alone, running around the countryside...." His hand slid down between them, rubbing gently. "I know many who would have taken complete advantage." And he was one of them.
Sep. 5th, 2011 10:20 pm (UTC)
He had been the one that seduced her, though she had let him... Hadn't he? Marian's breath caught as he eased his hand down her body. The growl of his voice urged her to close her eyes. She sucked in a gasp as he rubbed gently.

She did writhe against him, as he seemed to find just the right spot. Her fingers closed and opened. "P-precisely. I w-was able to fool many into thinking I-I was a m-man." She hissed. She knew had it been obvious that she was a woman she would have had more men come at her with ill intent.
Sep. 5th, 2011 10:26 pm (UTC)
Guy did have a bit of experience in the matter of seduction. After all, he was a good fifteen years older than Marian, and boys will be boys. He smirked as her body responded to his touch. Yep, he still had it.

Husky words caressed her ear as he leaned in closer still. "If I'd known the Night Watchman was a woman..." His voice trailed off as one finger unfurled inside of her, thumb still gently rubbing. He would have had her beneath him, gasping his name.
Sep. 5th, 2011 10:39 pm (UTC)
Her body was traitorous! Though she wasn't trying to tame it much. A soft whimper purred from her throat as he entered her with a simple finger. Part of her wanted to know, what he would have done, had he known it was she. "If you would have known?" Marian questioned on a breath.

He was likely to have her gasping his name shortly. She had a little experience with Robin, but she had never... He had never... Not naked, not underneath... Her fingers opened and closed, though she didn't pull at her wrists. Marian felt near tamed at that moment.
Sep. 5th, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
His finger crooked inside of her, searching for the most sensitive part. "If I'd known it was a woman, I would have had you up against a wall," he almost growled.
Sep. 5th, 2011 10:57 pm (UTC)
She let him know when he found it with a sharp barked gasp. Her hips moved against his hand as Marian longed for more of the same. "Against a wall?" She asked on a low groan. The picture he panted seducing as much as having him over her did.
Sep. 5th, 2011 11:04 pm (UTC)
Smirk widened, his finger moving against the same spot, back and forth in rhythmic motion, speeding up as he spoke.

"Mmm," he murmured. "Trousers around our ankles, pressed close, hurrying to not get caught..."
Sep. 5th, 2011 11:56 pm (UTC)
She writhed and bucked, she pulled on her wrists just a little, though not because she wanted free, but because her body bowed toward his. "P-please t-tell me more..." She begged. She wasn't sure if she was pleading for exactly what she really wanted.

Though she half wanted to beg for a kiss, or simply for his mouth on her anywhere.
Sep. 6th, 2011 12:02 am (UTC)
Head dipped, eyes studying her even as his lips closed over her breast, tongue matching the rhythm of his fingers for a moment before his mouth opened, hot breast caressing the wet spot as he spoke again, voice breathy.

"It would be rough...hard, and by the time we were finished, your voice would have been hoarse." And she wouldn't have been able to walk quite properly let alone run away.
Sep. 6th, 2011 12:12 am (UTC)
Crying out sharply as his lips closed over her breast, hips bucking against the speed of his fingers. "Please, Guy, please please...." She wasn't sure what she was begging for then, if she wanted to hear more, or if she wanted that edge to come closer, as it was so very very close...

Her bare toes curled, in the leather of his pant leg. So close...
Sep. 6th, 2011 12:19 am (UTC)
He paused for a moment, fingers still, watching her face before the motion stated up again, faster this time, pressing harder against her. He loved hearing his name spill over her lips.

"By the time we were finished, you wouldn't be able to walk straight," he informed her, breath ragged. "Because I wouldn't be able to have you just once."
Sep. 6th, 2011 12:42 am (UTC)
She whined when he stopped. "Please don't sto..." she trailed off when his fingers started up harder. Her legs convulsed, as if they wanted to close around his hips, but she kept them still instead. But she writhed against him.

"W-will you? N-now?" He would know what question she was hardly able to ask. But she was so close that she was holding on to that climax with the edge of her fingernails, which, incidentally, were cutting into her palms.