Sep. 1st, 2011 at 12:22 AM
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.
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.
"Marian," Guy moaned, breaking the kiss, letting his lips trail down her neck.
She tightened around him as her breathing stuttered, and shuddered. "Guy... Please...." Again she begged, on a soft moan. Unsure what she was begging for.
Her hair clung to her face, as she tossed her head back and forth. Wordless cries flowed from her lips. Until one claimed her. "Guy... Oh yes..."
Marian was unable to resist the urge to snuggle a little closer. Only a little bugged by what might happen once this was over. Would he put her in the dungeon? Would he tell Vaisey of his discovery? Would he let her go? It seemed the way he spoke that might be a possibility as well, if only to catch her and... well...