Everything is a choice, part 2
By Leah
Summary
The wedding night continues!
Dedicated to my mate & BETA Jules. My buddy Jessie and all of the reviewers at the dark scribe and FF . Net
Disclaimer
Sigh, Robin Hood does not belong to me at all! Rats!
Rated M for nudity.
Locksley Manor, Guy & Marian's bed chambers
The shift slipt from Gisborne's hands to land in a forgotten heap on the rug. Marian acted swiftly, covering her breasts with her left arm and hand, using her right hand to hide the triangle of hair guarding the opening between her legs. This action did not seem to bother Gisborne at all. The sheer sight of her in naught but her skin. Oh Jesu … Reality had been changed in mere seconds.
He no longer saw a frightened maid trembling before him. He saw a goddess.
"Oh my beauty," he rasped. "I have dreamed of this moment for such a long time!"
Marian lowered her head to stare at the floor.
"No, Hold your head high, Marian," Gisborne told her firmly. "You are not a lowly servant wench. You are absolute perfection."
Reluctantly Marian obeyed and Gisborne, satisfied, smirked.
"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" he asked, moving to stand behind her.
Marian wetted her dry lips with her tongue.
"N-no," she answered in a meek voice.
"Your beauty could make God's angels envious," Gisborne breathed sweeping the dark hair from her shoulders aside to reveal a pale swanlike neck.
"To say such a thing is folly. I do not dare aim so high," Marian snapped suddenly finding some courage. "I am just a girl with a title," she added with firmness. "I am not beautiful."
Arms wrapt themselves around her from behind, pulling her backwards til her back was pressed against a hard, warm surface.
"Then tonight it will be my task to make you feel beautiful, my lady," the man growled, lazily rubbing her silk clad belly with the flat of his hand.
Gisborne tried to ease Marian's hands away from her chest and opening by using his voice and gentle caresses, but after a while the girl whimpered uneasily and tried to break free of his grip.
"Steady," Guy muttered, holding her in place. "Steady, just breathe."
"S-sorry," Marian babbled. "I want to … but I'm so afraid."
She felt his cheek press against her own. She felt his stubble scratch her skin.
She closed her eyes.
"We are going to take this slowly," the man promised. "There will be a brief moment of pain but that is it. A brief moment. You have to let yourself enjoy this or I will hurt you til dawn comes, do you understand?"
"Ye-" She stopped and opened her eyes. "Yes." she croaked.
"Then turn around for me."
Wetting her lips with her tongue again, Marian turned to face him.
"Your turn," he announced letting her go.
"My turn what?" she asked frowning at him.
Guy rolled his eyes.
"Undress me!"
Marian's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"I-I," she stuttered.
"You will have to use both hands of course," he added with a trace of wickedness.
"But-"
"I won't look," he assured her.
Marian understood full well that Gisborne was trying to coax her into enjoying the evening but she felt as skittish as a yearling colt.
'I've made a choice,' she reminded herself furiously. 'I must do this. I must!"
She was about to reach for Guy's doublet when she had an idea. As quick as a flash, she turned her back on him and picked up her robe, pulling it back over her body and re-tying the knot.
"Cheat!" Gisborne almost accused but soon forgave the girl, for when she had turned her back to him; he had seen the nicest full moon ever.
"Raise your arms for me, please," Marian requested timidly after removing his doublet.
As soon as Guy had done that for her, Marian tugged then pulled his tunic up and up till it was no longer covering him.
She almost stopped breathing right there and then. He was magnificent.
Marian's pale blue eyes gleamed in appreciation as she continued to look upon her man. She had seen Robin devoid of his tunic, but Guy … He was like a living temptation. His lean, masculine body was almost perfection despite a little scar here and there. It was so glorious! It captured and held her gaze in a vice like grip, refusing to let it go.
Transfixed and forgetting the fears of earlier, she reached out to lay a hand upon her husband's chest. Her full lips parted in wonder as she ran her hand back and forth along the warm skin, admiring the way the light from the candles surrounding them gave it a warm golden hue.
"Beautiful," she murmured, enchanted. "Beautiful."
The corners of Guy's mouth curled upwards to form a small smirk whilst silently delighting in the knowledge that his lady found him impressive to look at.
'Now you know how I feel about you,' he told her with his eyes.
Marian dropped her hand, eyes travelling down and down till reaching his black leather breeches.
"I guess I must remove these and his braise as well,' she thought with a little sarcasm.
"Go on," Gisborne invited.
Marian's fingertips had only touched his belt when her hands began to tremble violently.
"Help me," she pleaded. "My hands are shaking."
Pitying her, Gisborne removed his trousers, leaving his brown silk braise on so she wouldn't receive a fright. He then reached for one of her hands, raising it to his mouth and pressing his lips against her knuckles in a tender fashion. A tender fashion the former maiden of Knighton Hall would have never associated with him til this day.
He kissed her hand again, pressing his lips against the flesh a little longer this time. Looking up from it, he smiled for her, and to Marian it was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.
"No more fear, Marian," he told her. "No more fear."
The girl said nothing but he could tell she wanted to agree with him.
"Come now," he told her. "It is time."
Gisborne ran his tongue over his upper lip, contemplating his next move.
Marian had rolled onto her side then curled up into a ball, facing away from him just as soon as he had entered the bed.
Guy wanted this evening to be perfect but his patience was wearing thin.
He had assured his wife that her father was safe from harm. He had given her wine to relax her nerves. What else could he do to put her anxieties to rest?
"Marian," he said at last, happy to have kept the frustration out of his voice
'Wits, gather your wits!" Marian ordered herself silently.
"Yes?"
"Will you look at me please?"
Marian rolled over to face him, brushing tendrils of dark hair behind her ear.
'I am looking at you,' her eyes told him.
"Come here," Guy beckoned her. "I would like to hold you."
Marian hesitated.
"You're too far away," he told her. "I can't reach you. Come closer."
"Is this a trick?" she asked warily.
"No."
After considering his words for a moment, Marian wriggled over to him.
"Good girl," Gisborne praised. "Good girl."
When she was close enough, he drew her forward till her silk clad body was pressing against his.
Feeling awkward, Marian raised her hands and placed them on his broad shoulders.
"What now?" she blurted out, immediately bowing her head, blushing hard and mumbling apologies.
Warm fingers trailed along her face til they found her chin. Tucking themselves beneath it, they tilted her face upwards til her gaze met with their owner.
"Sleep," Guy murmured, stroking her hair. "Go to sleep."
"But-"
"Later," he told her, covering the small of her back with his hand. "I just want to hold you. Go to sleep, Marian, go to sleep."
Doubtful, Marian continued to hold his gaze.
"Sleep," he said again, rubbing her back in a lazy circle. "Go to sleep."
She gave in and as soon as she pressed her cheek against his skin Marian felt her body shudder with relief and exhaustion.
"Shhh," her husband cooed in her ear, voice wrapping around her troubled mind like a cloak. "Sleep."
She moaned in response and succumbed to his words.
The last thing she was aware of was a brush of lips against her cheek and a voice whispering.
"I love you."
Gisborne was sleeping soundly when there was a faint grumble somewhere close by. Frowning, the dark haired man forced his eyes open and gazed about the room, using the light of the candles and moon to guide him.
Nothing.
Shrugging mentally, he decided to return to his slumber.
Grumble, rumble.
There it was again! What the hell was that noise?
Grumble, grumble, grumble.
The corners of Guy's mouth suddenly curled upwards into a grin as he realised where the noise was coming from.
"Marian," he murmured. "Marian."
"Mmm. Yes father, whatever you like," was her muffled reply.
Guy chuckled softly and lightly prodded her back.
"Wake up, wife," he ordered gently.
Little by little, Marian returned to the land of the awake.
"What is it?" she mumbled, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"Your stomach," Guy contributed. "It's growling."
"No it isn't."
Grumble, rumble, grumble.
Marian's cheeks instantly turned crimson.
"I didn't eat much during our banquet," she confessed hurriedly. "I'll make sure I do when we break our fast in the morning."
Grumble, rumble, rumble.
"That's going to keep me awake all night," Guy declared. He threw back the furs. "Wait there," he growled, swinging his legs out of the bed.
"What are you doing?" Marian asked with some amusement.
"Going to the kitchens to find something to settle your stomach," was the dry response and then he was gone, noticeably taking his dagger with him.
Marian folded her arms across her chest and sat up in their bed, waiting for Guy to return. Whilst she waited Marian realised that her feelings about Guy of Gisborne, or even sharing a bed with Guy of Gisborne, had changed rather dramatically. She was no longer harbouring so much anxiety. She was more at ease in his presence. The way he had held her, stroked her hair, soothed her with his voice. He had been nothing like the monstrous, clumsy oaf she had thought he would be during their wedding night.
Marian shook her head, utterly baffled. Where had Vasey's man gone?
"Marian! Psst! Oi! Marian!"
Whirling around, the girl suppressed a shriek of surprise by putting her hand to her mouth.
Climbing into the bed chamber via an open window was Robin Hood.
"What on earth are you doing?" she demanded in a furious hiss. "If Guy-"
"I'm here to rescue you!" Robin told her hurriedly. "I figured if I could get to you before you and Gisborne consummated your union the marriage would be invalid."
Marian sighed and shook her head.
"What?" Robin asked, frowning, his grubby hands on his hips.
"We have consummated the marriage, Robin," she explained tiredly. "It was consummated several hours ago."
Robin paled.
"No," he protested in a small voice. "No … Marian … No!"
"Robin … You need to grow up," Marian told him sadly. "I am no longer that silly, besotted girl you left behind for glory on the battlefield. I am the lady of Gisborne now. I have made my choice."
"No!" Robin cried. "Not him! Not Gisborne!"
"You'd better believe her, Hood."
The outlaw and girl whipt around to see Gisborne standing in the door way holding a wicked looking dagger.
"Come here, Marian," the man ordered in a low voice.
Marian, to Robin's disbelief, got out of bed and walked over to stand with Gisborne.
"I don't believe this," Robin said. "You weren't lying to me at all!"
"Face it Locksley, you lost her!" Gisborne growled, wrapping an arm possessively around Marian's waist. "She accepted me. Ring and Co-"
"Go!" Marian pleaded. "There is nothing for you here."
Robin stared at the couple for a long time.
"I told him," he finally sneered, pointing at Guy, "That you were astute."
Marian bit her lip and bowed her head.
"You are upsetting my wife," Guy snarled. "Get your mangy backside out of here and run back to your fucking Sherwood before I call for my men!"
"Oh don't worry, I'm going!" Robin replied, glaring scornfully at both husband and wife. "I only hope that you had the sense to make sure she was willing before you poked her!"
"Of course I was willing!" Marian cried, clenching her fists in anger.
Guy tightened his hold on Marian and the dagger.
"I would never force Marian," he told the outlaw scathingly. "Last chance, runt. Get out or I'll have my men come and take you to Nottingham. The sheriff, I'm sure, will be delighted to have you."
Robin was gone and Marian and Guy were alone.
"You lied to him," her husband said, placing the dagger on the table.
"I did," Marian confirmed wearily.
"Why?"
"You did not bother telling him I was lying," she pointed out. "You even allowed him to escape. Why?"
"Do not answer a question with a question, Marian" Guy scolded gently. "Are you still hungry?"
"No. After that unwanted visit I confess I am not," Marian replied. "I would, however, like to return to our bed and forget about this tragedy during a nice long sleep."
Guy peeled the covers aside and got in.
"Was all of this evening a tragedy?" he asked her, some sadness in his voice.
Marian considered his words for a moment then shook her head.
"No," she said. "Not all of it."
She smiled tiredly at him then got into bed. To Guy's delight, she was happy to enter his waiting embrace.
The end
Authors note
Awww. How sweet! How positively evil of Leah to not provide you dear little readers with a wedding night!
So!
Will Guy and Maz ever consummate their marriage or will da Maz remain a virgin forever?
Don't worry. Chapter three will explain everything! I merely wanted to leave all of you guessing again!
Review replies
Purple Soap-Yes; the previous chappie did seem rushed. My fault. I went through a rough patch and have only just found the oomph I needed to write again. Also, I was looking forward to writing the shag scene! I think it shows in my writing, lol!
Eagertoread-hope you haven't fallen off the edge and that you enjoy this chappie.
Teehee32-Here is chapter 2, enjoy!
Jafarjasmineforever2003-Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy this chapter as well!
