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.
He leaned in, looming over her. "I would track you down."
She glared up at him as he loomed over her. "How would you manage that? You have yet to catch The Night Watchman, or Robin Hood." Oh yes she was rubbing salt in the wound, her tone icy.
She didn't like that look in his eye. What was he thinking? It couldn't be anything good. She pressed her hands against his chest. "Let me go."
"I think I could find you with no issue."
"What makes you so confident?"
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.