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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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"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.
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.
"Hurry," he requested, tone strained.
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.
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.
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?
"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
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."
"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.
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.
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.
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.
"Mmm," he murmured. "Trousers around our ankles, pressed close, hurrying to not get caught..."
Though she half wanted to beg for a kiss, or simply for his mouth on her anywhere.
"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.
Her bare toes curled, in the leather of his pant leg. So close...
"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."
"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.
Once that was done, he began thrusting, eyes focused on her face, watching the emotions play across her face.
Her fingers slid into his hair, gripping on to two handfuls she pulled him down into a kiss.
Marian moved with him. Thrust up against his hips as he thrust down. Settling to his pace rather easily. As she tasted and teased his tongue, with her own.