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A/N: Hello, everybody! I recently started watching the series over again, and I'm even more enthralled than I was the first go around. This is my first Robin Hood fanfic. I write a lot of Pride & Prejudice fanfic, so this is a new thing for me. I'm a huge Richard Armitage fan, so most, if not all, of my RH fanfic will be Guy/Marian related. Right now, the rating is teen, but it probably will be upgraded to mature in the future. As always, reviews are very much appreciated. I read every one, even if I don't have time to respond to each.
This is just a little collection of Guy/Marian fic. Can be anything from drabbles to short stories, missing scenes to AU. I will post a blurb at the beginning of each story with the setting and rating info.
Blurb: Missing Scene. This is what transpires between Guy and Marian after he "rescues" her from Robin at the end of "Lardiner's Ring." Teen rating.
Marion released a relieved sigh as she watched Robin disappear into the trees below. Her best friend was out of harm's way. Now, all that remained was the carry out her deception.
Slipping her hands through the ropes that Robin had prepared before he left, she awaited her champion's arrival. Soon, she felt Guy's disconcertingly pleasant grip around her waist, and the velvet caress of his voice in her ear. The memory of the last time she had been in his presence came unbidden to the forefront of her mind.
His lips had been firm and insistent, his tongue daring and skilled. His hands had deftly caressed the curve of her waist and hips as he held her flush against his large, hard body. To her great dismay, she had found herself comparing each following kiss with Robin to that kiss, unconsciously holding all other kisses to its high standard. Each time, however, she sternly reprimanded herself for entertaining such thoughts. Surely there were more important things in love and marriage than...whatever it was she felt around Guy.
Soon, Guy had her out of the tree and seated firmly in front of him on his horse. His arm never loosened from around her waist. She heard him suck in a deep breath, then release it with a great sigh.
"Let's get you home," he whispered huskily in her ear.
When they arrived back at the castle, Guy gracefully dismounted, and extended his hands to assist Marian down after him. His piercing eyes burned into hers with an intensity that she had only witnessed a few times previously, one of which had been when she had arrived at the church on their ill-fated wedding day.
"Marian," he began.
"Yes, Guy."
Guy looked around them at the guards and people milling about around them. Wishing for greater privacy so that he might speak freely with his lady, he gently took her elbow in his hand and steered her inside the castle, up a flight of stairs, and down the drafty corridor to his private chambers.
Directing her to a chair, he gently encouraged her to sit.
"I'll be right back, Marian."
Marian watched with nervous trepidation as Guy made his way back to the door and caught the attention of a passing servant.
"You there! Fetch a flask of wine and a light meal for the Lady Marian."
The servant bowed submissively and hurried to complete his task.
Closing the door behind him, Guy made his way quickly to Marian's side, kneeling next to her chair and taking her hands gently in his. Marian noted that he had removed his gloves. His hands were warm and rough against her skin. Gently, he turned her hands this way and that, studying the bruises beginning to blossom on the delicate skin of her wrists.
"I'm so sorry he did this to you." His voice was deep, and full of powerful emotion Marian had become so familiar with. Despite her best efforts to the contrary, it never failed to move her.
She sucked in a deep breath as Guy's dark head lowered to place tender kisses on the damaged skin. Each of her wrists was tenderly ministered to in turn by his soft lips and gentle fingers. Marian fought to stop the trembling in her body. It wouldn't do to allow Guy to see that he had an effect on her. She inwardly cursed her weakness in being unable to fight the rush of emotion that swept through her at his tender touch.
She was glad for the knock at the door that signaled the arrival of her meal. Though she wasn't excessively hungry, eating would give her something to do that would keep her mind occupied with things other than the inconveniently handsome knight in whose chamber she was now held captive.
Guy took the plate of fruit and cheese from the servant, along with the pitcher of wine, and set everything down on the table in from of Marian. He poured her a glass of the wine and placed it in her unsteady hands.
"Drink," he admonished gently. "It will calm your nerves."
Marian readily complied with his instruction, surprised to find that she was actually quite thirsty.
"You should eat something, too." Guy gestured to the plate beside her, then watched in silence as her slender fingers plucked several grapes from their stems and brought them to her full lips- those lips that he had recently tasted for the first time.
"Marian," he spoke at length, breaking the heated silence that had fallen between them. "What were you doing in the forrest, when you were captured by Hood?"
Marian took a shaky breath and cast her eyes down, unable to look him in eye. Remembering her conversation with Robin, she prepared her story in her head. It had become so easy to lie to Guy, for she had done it so often. She felt a familiar wave of shame and guilt wash over her. Maybe, despite all her reasoning to the contrary, Guy didn't really deserve this.
Guy watched the rising color in Marian's face with great interest. She was blushing profusely, her eyes downcast in, what he interpreted to be, maidenly bashfulness. It seemed, to him, an eternity passed before she finally spoke.
"Guy, I..."
"Yes, my...Marian?"
"Guy, I was coming h...home...home to you."
Marian shut her eyes tightly when she heard Guy's sharp inhalation as she finished her speech. If she looked him in the eye at this moment, she was sure he would see the deception written all over her face.
At the touch of his hands on hers, Marian finally braved a peek at Guy's face. She nearly gasped aloud as she beheld his joyful smile, revealing two even rows of perfect white teeth and, more shockingly, a set of matched dimples on either side of his mouth. Marian was momentarily struck. She had always known Guy was handsome, but, at this moment, she was sure she had never seen anyone more handsome than he. His eyes, always so enticingly blue and expressive, sparkled with happiness. She was sure she had never seen him this happy before. When she remembered that he was made so uncharacteristically joyful over a lie, her enthusiasm wavered. What would it do to him if - when - he found out? He would be devastated. Marian knew this, and, to her surprised, she cared.
So, when he moved closer she didn't pull away, neither did she recoil when his rough hands moved to cradle her face. He was so close, and so wickedly handsome. She remembered the last time she had been in his presence. That kiss. That ill-judged, ill-timed, illicit, wonderful, glorious, perfect kiss! Her lips moved without conscious thought to rejoin his, and she gloried in his now-familiar taste.
Caught up in the sudden joy of having the object of his fondest dreams willingly offering her sweet lips for his enjoyment, of hearing her say words that he had so longed to hear, Guy lifted Marian out of her seat and into his arms, his lips never once breaking contact with hers. One large hand gently moved to cup her bottom and the other stayed firmly around her waist, holding her high on his chest, keeping her face slightly higher than his. This was the moment Guy had been dreaming of for what seemed like an eternity. She was finally surrendering herself to him fully. He had every intention of taking her, forthwith, to his bed.
Marian was lost in a sea of sensation. All conscious thought had fled her mind, leaving her to act on pure instinct. Her every instinct told her to kiss him back, to kiss him harder, deeper. Her body cried out to be closer to his. For many months to come, she would remember every minute detail of that moment: the musk of leather and sweat that filled her nostrils, the taste of his warm mouth, the silk of his hair between her fingertips, the warmth of his hands reaching her even through the layers of clothing that separated them from her skin, and the intruding stab of the engagement ring Robin had given her only an hour past, digging into the soft skin of her breast from where she had secreted it away in her bodice.
Robin! She was engaged to Robin! Reality broke through her lust-clouded consciousness like an icy shower. She could never do this to Robin, because she loved him. She did! No matter what her weak, mortal body felt for Guy, her eternal spirit belonged to the good man who was Robin Hood, and she would be faithful to him. She must.
"Guy, wait."
As soon as he realized her hesitation, Guy loosened his grip on Marian's body, allowing her to slide down his slick leathers and land softly on her feet. He kept his hands lightly around her waist, searching her face for some sign that she wasn't rejecting him again, though, now that he was thinking again, he should have known to expect it. Marian rejected him. That's what she did. She always pushed him away just when she was letting him get close. Why would today be any different?
Marian could see the hurt in his eyes. Why did she do this? Why did she always have to hurt him so? Guilt, pain, and regret crashed down upon her, making her feel like her blood had turned to lead in her veins, weighing her down, making her inexpressibly tired.
"Marian," Guy began, tentatively.
"Guy, I can't," she interrupted. "We can't! I...I have suffered a shock. Now isn't the time..."
Guy raised his eyebrows at her halting statement. This woman was going to be the death of him, or, at the very least, the end of his sanity. Still, there was, at least, a small kind of hope to be gleaned from her statement. She hadn't told him never.
"Later, then?"
Marian's head shook slightly as she began to make her way, walking backwards, toward the door.
"Tomorrow? The next day? A week? A month? Marian, how long do you need?"
Guy's frustration mounted and increased with every noncommittal shake of her head.
"Marian, I am willing to wait for you, if you need more time, but you said that you came home...to me. I don't understand..."
"Neither do I," she cut him off. For perhaps the first time, she had told him the absolute truth.
Finally having gained the door, Marian spared one final glance for the man she had rejected so many times it was incredible that he should still want her. For a moment, every fiber of her being urged her to go back, to throw herself into his arms, throw caution to the wind, and just be with him, as he had asked her all those months ago. Once again, the weight of Robin's ring against her breast stopped her. Later in her chamber, she would smile ruefully as she placed that ring on her finger, thinking how astute Robin was to have known to give her the ring. If he hadn't, she might be, even now, in the bed of his worst enemy.
With a resigned sigh, Marian forced all thought her close call from her mind, and readied herself for bed.
