This little chapter is where things get interesting on the M rating scale. This is my first time at writing like this so I hope it's ok. I just tried to stay with the characters and keep everything true to Genevieve and Guy as they deserve. Please rate and respond.

Ch 8

That evening, Guy did not make it to the appointed rendezvous for their nightly lesson about Genevieve's time. When she was done waiting, Genevieve stalked off and started searching the castle for him. Finally, she found him and was even more furious about what she saw. A very drunken Guy sat at a table in the darkened corner of the kitchens his hand over a half-empty bottle of wine with the remnants of another bottle in plane view.

Cursing under her breath, Genevieve prodded him barely getting much of a groan out of him. "Son of a bitch!" Gene was seething in anger.

Not only was this ruining her well-laid plans, but also if the Sheriff found him like this, he would kill Guy. But, if the Sheriff found her with him in this state, he would torture and kill both of them. The choice would have been clear if she didn't need him so much.

Her options were limited. With a groan Gene pushed Guy up to his feet and put his arm across her neck. She needed to get him out of sight as quickly as possible without the Sheriff getting wise of it. The quickest place to get to was her quarters so she made the slow process of helping Guy walk step by step out of the kitchen and down the hall to her room. Any time she heard footsteps, she would position Guy in front of her and leaning over her, hoping that they would think he was in the middle something so delicate that they would not try to talk to him.

By the time they reached her room, Genevieve had had quite a work out and was now sweating and panting lightly. Once they were inside, Gene dropped Guy on the floor without any pretense of gentleness. He rolled over on his back moaned.

"You get the floor tonight, moron. I'm going to bed." Gene changed into her night shift and leggings without worrying if Guy was looking. He was so drunk that he had finally passed out completely. If it weren't for the slight movement in his chest, Gene would have thought him dead. Right now, she wasn't so sure that she would mind if he was. Just before she blew the candle out, Gene threw one more disgusted look towards Guy and said, "Men!"

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Genevieve woke up in the middle of the night to a strange sensation. Her first thought was that her cat was licking her. But then she remembered where she was in time. However, she slowly realized that it was actually Guy's own tongue trailing up the center of her chest and up her neck not stopping till he reached her lips that he gathered up in a full kiss.

Using all the power in her arms, Genevieve shoved Guy away with a burst of strength and jumped off of the bed. She quickly lit a candle and saw that Guy, still in his leather jacket and pants, had toppled to the floor due to the strength of Gene's push and his own drunken unsteadiness. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Gisborne?"

Guy straightened up and stared at Gene with a gaze that could have penetrated the strongest steel. "What I should have been doing a long time ago. Kissing you. Loving you. Genevieve, you said it yourself: we are the same. Both passionate, both cunning, both damaged. We belong to each other. Together, we can heal what is broken in each of us."

"And the fact that you finally saw me naked this afternoon has nothing to do with this?"

"Well, yes, it does have something to do with it. Seeing your scar had something to do with it. You said that I was scarred just like you and you're right. But, I've found a way to heal my scar – loving you. You want to know why I was drinking? It wasn't because I was mourning Marian. I was upset about you and all of the pain that you've gone through."

Guy quickly closed the gap moving closer to Genevieve. He brought his hand up to caress the outside of her face slowly trailing it down her neck, across her shoulder, and down her left side where the scar was. "You're scar is not just on your skin, you know."

Gene grabbed Guy's hand, twisting it behind him and pushed him down to the bed. "I wish you would really listen to yourself for a moment. You're drunk and pathetic. Besides, women are nothing more to you than instruments you use for your own pleasure. I know. I've watched you long enough."

Guy used all his strength and broke away from Gene's hold. She strategically moved across the room and out of his reach. "I love you, Gene. This is not the self-centered ploy that I've used countless times to get common wenches into my bed. This is love that pained me to see your scar and wanted to rip the heart out of the bastard that scarred you."

"Touching, Gisborne, but I've already told you that I took care of that myself. I'm a big girl. You don't have to take care of me."

"I know that. But, I love you, and I need you, Genevieve. When I thought you were dead, I couldn't think. Everything went empty. I went numb. I wanted to die. It was Marian all over again – but worse. When I killed Marian, all I could think bout was how I was affected by her loss and betrayal. With you, all I could think was that you were gone. You'd never get back to your home. You'd never complete your mission. You'd never have a chance to live again. All that in a split second. I never felt that before. Not even with Marian. Please, Genevieve, let me love you."

Gene looked at Guy as if she were deliberating with herself. Then she slowly crossed the divide between them, reached up putting her hand on Guy's neck, and brought Guy's lips down to her own. Guy was tentative at first because he didn't know if Gene was going to turn on him so it was up to Gene to quickened the intensity of the embrace – which she soon did. If being in control was the security she needed for this to continue, Guy decided that unlike all his previous encounters he would let her take the lead.

Gene broke away from the kiss and looked up at Guy with an intensity he had never seen before. She was always so calm and in control. But, now Gene gave Guy a rough shove which landed him on the bed. Gene stood over him and ran her hand up and down the front of his leather pants. Guy was awash in sensation and aching to be released. Gene grinned down at him pleased with his reaction and with the power she held over him. Guy wanted to reach up, grab Gene, and continue at his own pace. Gene could tell what he wanted but warned him from it with a look of her eye and shake of her head. If he wanted this badly enough, he would have to take it on Genevieve's terms.

One moment Gene slowly undid Guy's trousers giving him a release from his leather confinement. The next moment she captured him again in a second confinement which made his mouth gasp and his eyes roll. Nothing had ever been so perfect than the contrast of the softness of her lips and the force of her tongue on him. Guy felt himself lengthen and widen more than he ever had in the past. Just when he thought he was reaching the pinnacle of perfection, Gene removed her mouth. Guy was stung and surprised in how torturous Gene could really be. But then Gene was on top of him in a flash and poised inches away from him. Guy couldn't remember when she had removed her leggings, but at this point he didn't care.

"I'd never be that cruel to you, Guy," said Gene as she lowered her self on him slowly – inch by glorious inch. Guy continued to pant and closed his eyes overwhelmed with the pleasure Gene was giving him. Gene reached down and grabbed his jaw roughly. "Open your eyes! I want you to see me." She reached up and pulled off her shift leaving herself fully exposed to him. Her breasts looked even fuller from this angle but Guy didn't dare touch them till Gene lunged for Guy's hands and brought them up roughly to her. The feel of his strong calloused hands on her smooth flesh excited her all the more.

Gene began moving on Guy. She would raise herself up almost to the point where they'd lose contact before she changed direction and did the slow progression down again. This was a control that Guy had never experienced before. The fact that there was this much strength in a woman was amazing to him. Most women were in a faint of emotion by this point in the process. But Genevieve was savoring every second of their contact and every nuance as he filled her.

Then suddenly her tempo changed. Gene forced herself down on him with a ferocity that he had never known with another woman – save one. She was an animal as she tightened her grip on him in a clench that Guy had never felt before – except with one other woman. Janet. As Genevieve lowered her nails down to his chest and began to dig into his flesh, Guy realized the truth. Gene had lied to him. She did pose as the serving wench Janet. They had done this before. Even though Guy could not recall her face, he could definitely remember lovemaking. Genevieve had been Janet the serving wench.

The truth angered him and he pulled Genevieve down to him then flipped her underneath him never changing his speed or leaving her tightness. All the control of Gene was lost as he plunged into her with abandon and fury. But Gene was far too gone to fight against this change in leadership – far too gone to fight for control – far too gone to do anything except revel in the power of Guy and his thrusting, magnificent body.

Guy looked down at Gene who had screwed her eyes shut, opened her mouth slightly, and began shaking her head an moaning "No."

Guy grabbed her throat and her eyes sprang open. "Look at me. I'm the one doing this to you. I love you, Genevieve. See me."

As Gene and Guy's gazes met, Gene came back to herself and back to Guy. Their intensity melded both crying out from ultimate pleasure. Gene's nails ran their way up Guy's back as she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud. Guy buried his face in her hair and released a primal groan which resonated deep inside her.

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Afterwards, when they were both under the covers and Guy was finally free of his clothes, Guy laid behind Gene and ran his hand along her left side down to the dip of her waist. "Answer me one question: why did you lie?" Guy murmured as he nibbled her neck.

"Which time?" replied a very satisfied and sleepy Genevieve with a giggle. She rolled over and looked up at him.

"Alright clever clogs. Here's a different question. After all the time you've spent putting me off, why did you give in tonight?"

"First of all, Gisborne, I didn't give in. I took what I wanted. Secondly, you were very polite. You did say, "Please", you know. I find politeness in men very attractive."

Guy laughed and pulled her closer to him. "Is there a third reason lurking in your devious little mind?"

"Of course. You're just as drunk right now as you were the first time we did this. You won't remember a thing," Genevieve chuckled, snuggled into Guy's chest, and fell asleep.