Title:
Harder to BreatheRating: PG13 Summary: Warnings:
Pairing: Allan/Marian, mentions of Guy/Marian and Robin/Marian.
Status of Fic: Completed one shot
Author's Note: A little disjointed drabble that has no purpose or meaning really other than it was fun for me to write. J I love me some Allan/Maz.
Disclaimer:
I do not pretend to own anything Robin Hood…I just play with it nicely and then put it back where it belongs when I'm done.Harder to Breathe
Their kisses are frantic. Snatched moments full of heat and heady motions, of bodies pressed together, of fingers rasping across clothing and then beneath it, when no one is looking or when there is a particularly deep shadow in the castle's winding corridors or the corner of the stables.
A fractured and dangerous liaison, especially after the discovery that she is - was the Nightwatchman, was made.
What would Guy say if he knew about them? Together like this?
What would the Sheriff do to them both if their fraternization was discovered?
And what would Robin say, to know that the man had betrayed him twice over?
"You are thinking again…" Marian tears her lips away from his, gasping for breath between words. "Stop it."
Her eyes are mere slivers of sapphire, watching him from beneath half closed lids and she rolls them in ecstasy as his lips, suddenly finding themselves unoccupied by hers, trail down the smooth warmth of her neck to the hollow of her throat.
He almost grins at the sound of the groan that starts deep in her chest at the little swirl of his tongue against her skin there.
He does grin when a second such motion makes her arch against him, finders digging relentlessly through the leather of his uniform and into the muscles of his shoulders painfully.
"You should know me by now, Dahlin'," he chuckles against her jaw line, taking advantage of her sudden waver of attention and pressing her further back against the wooden wall of the stable stall. Her hips are a heavy, thrilling pressure against his and he finds his hands smoothing down from where they'd been occupied by her waist, to the full curve of her hips and then further south still. "Not much of a thinker, me. More of a doer…"
Later, much later, when she has secretly returned to her needlepoint in her castle room and he makes his re-entrance into the great hall where both the Sheriff and Guy have been searching for him apparently, the latter of the two asks, steely blue eyes narrowing as they flit upwards to take in his unruly hair sticking up at odd, frustrated angles.
"Have you been after that kitchen lass again?"
Allan smiles, smirk sliding lazily across his features like a cat who's got the cream and he folds his arms across his chest. Leaning back against the stonewall he replies with a cheeky retort.
"Something' like that."
He grins because Guy thinks he knows everything, thinks that he has one over on Allan just because he's put two and two together and concluded that one of the kitchen girls has taken his fancy. It's never even entered Guy's mind, not even for a second, that the woman in question could possibly ever be Marian. His Marian. But she's not his. And she's not Robin's either.
Guy thinks that he knows and Allan sees the disapproving, knowing look in his master's dark eyes and finds it amusing.
The ear bashing he gets and the grim jobs that he's assigned as punishment for (as the Sheriff so politely puts it) 'recreational affairs on the job' are well worth suffering for the few snatched moments when he is together with her, bodies flush and heated and they're finding it harder to breathe.
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