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Indecisive	By : firemaiden04 Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 4255 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**This takes place during S02E08, titled "Get Carter." To save "dead" Robin from having his throat cut by a suspicious Guy, Marian asks him to have a private chat. This picks up in the middle of that conversation.**
"Marian!" he exclaimed, and put his hands on my upper arms and gave me a shake. "I thought that I might never see you again." He swallowed, and his voice became softer. "I thought I might never..."
"What?" I asked, in spite of myself. I knew I was playing with fire, but as always, Guy was hard to resist.
"...Kiss you," he breathed, and slowly started to lean towards me. My heart started to slam in my chest, and I forgot to breathe for a moment.
Suddenly, Allan burst into the room, and Guy pulled away, irritated. I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment, proving to myself once again that I really didn't know what I wanted when it came to the usual Guy/Robin situation.
"Oh, sorry," Allan said awkwardly, giving me a strange look before turning towards Guy. "Uh, Sheriff wants you. S'gonna put Robin's head on a spike." My world lurched painfully, even as I reminded myself that it was all going according to plan. This was just a trick, everything was fine, and Robin would surely be reviving even at this moment.
Guy immediately turned and strode after Allan. Panicking just a bit, I hurried to follow him, not quite sure what I should do next, and more than a little unsettled from the almost-kiss. Guy paused at the door, and turned back to me.
"We must continue this conversation soon," he said, all business once again. As I frantically thought of what I could to do detain him, I glanced over his shoulder and saw Much and Will walking past, robed and hooded but still blatantly obvious. They locked wide eyes with me as they passed, alarmed, and Guy started to turn towards them. I really only had one choice to distract him, and I refused to admit to myself that I liked the thought of it.
"Guy!" I gasped. He half-turned towards me, and after only a small hesitation, I reached out and pulled him towards me for the kiss.
He responded immediately, wrapping his arms around me and moaning a little under his breath. I watched over his shoulder as Allan gave me another one of those looks, too distracted by my display to notice Much and Will as they finally vanished from view down the hall. Then Allan gave a disgusted shrug and walked away.
Which left us alone.
Mission accomplished. Just me and Guy, and I was pretty sure he would quickly forget all about Robin and the Sheriff. Before I let myself get carried away by the situation, I tried to decide how far I was willing to let this progress. I love Robin. I really do. He's brave and smart and courageous and noble and loyal and good, so incredibly good it was sometimes hard to fathom.
But it wasn't Robin I dreamed about at night.
And being around Guy was a constant struggle. He was so dangerous, and just being in his presence was like getting an adrenaline rush. Just the way he would look at me, even when we were surrounded by people, but most especially when we were alone. Like he would devour me whole, and do all sorts of filthy and wonderful things to me. Robin never looked at me like that; he was too noble for those sorts of things, and he'd probably be afraid that he would hurt me, or disrespect me. Robin knows I'm the Night Watchman, that I can fight every bit as well as he can, and even so, he thinks I'm fragile. Guy knows nothing about my secret alter ego, and I don't think the word "fragile" would ever cross his mind in the heat of the moment. And this is definitely a heated moment.
Guy nibbled on my bottom lip, and I was immediately brought back to the now. My arms wrapped around his waist, brushing against the suppleness of his leathers. I felt the heat wash over me as he slowly backed me against the stone wall, one hand trailing down my back to my ass, and pulling me hard against him. I gasped aloud as I felt something big and very hard through his leathers.
He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes dark and smoldering. His other hand slowly rose to fist in my hair, right at the nape of my neck, and then he pulled, slowly but firmly, and my face raised to his.
"I thought I would never get to do this to you," he said softly, and he stepped forward, one leg coming to rest in between my thighs. "Iive wanted to do this to you for ages, Marian." He leaned forward, and his rock-hard thigh rubbed against me in a way that made me gasp. He sucked in a breath when he heard me, and then he pulled my head further back and started rhythmically rocking his thigh against me, guiding me against him with the hand on my ass.
I bit my lip to keep from making noise, but his movements were making me squirm. I felt--hot. And wet, too, which was a little embarrassing, but I forgot all about that as he kept grinding his thigh against me. He leaned his forehead against mine as he kept moving, and his blue eyes locked onto me, and it was so intense I had to close my eyes against it.
"No, no, Marian," he chided, and he moved his hand from my hair to the side of my neck, below my ear. His thumb reached up to brush against my cheek. "Look at me. I want you to look at me. I want to see your eyes."
I opened my eyes obediently, but I felt so nervous and overwhelmed I couldn't meet his gaze. I stared at his chest and took a deep breath. I felt a slow, steady, sharp heat coiling between my legs, and I wanted more friction. I felt like a cat, wanting to rub against him until...well, I wasn't really sure what would happen. But I really, really wanted to find out.
"Look at me," he whispered, and his thigh started rubbing against me even harder. I moaned and raised my eyes to meet his gaze. I was panting, and writhing against him, helpless. I felt something strange, and unfamiliar, and I wasn't quite sure what to do or what I wanted.
"Guy," I gasped. "I'm--I don't know--help me, please..."
He shuddered, and began moving against me even quicker and harder. I cried out and grabbed at his leather-clad shoulders as I felt something rising, enveloping me with something sharp and hot and--oh oh oh---
"Oh, my God," Guy gasped, "yes, come for me, Marian--look at me--"
"Oh, God," I wailed brokenly, and I met his eyes just as I crested, and the look on his face was so intense I could hardly bear it. If he hadn't been supporting me against the wall, I would have fallen to the floor, incapable of riding this out while standing. This was...just...absolutely overwhelming and incredible. I was shocked that this kind of sensation could exist.
My breathing slowed as I floated downwards from the height of ecstasy. Guy slowed his movements accordingly, and then he moved his thigh and just held me, leaning against the wall, and for the time being, I wanted nothing more. He was shaking almost as badly as I was, and I decided to prolong the inevitable return to reality, where I would certainly be eaten alive with guilt and indecision. Sometimes, I really thought I could love Guy.
In time.
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