Hello and welcome! This will be a multi-chapter fiction based around one night, just one. I promise angst, fluff and lemon. Let me know what you think : ) Hope you enjoy!

Finally... really, it depends on how much sympathy I have for Guy *he he he he he*

By the way, may I have a show of hands for how many people DESPISE the Season 2 Finale and think it is ridiculous?

Recommendation for the songs 'If You Go' by The Hothouse Flowers and 'Save Tonight' by Eagle-eye Cherry. Oh, and without a doubt, 'The Blower's Daughter' by Damien Rice. And 'Where The Wild Roses Grow' by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, as well as their song 'O Children'.

Feedback of any breed would be awesome : )

Nocturne (In The Night)

Chapter 4: Dark, Dark Light

Guy

Yet again she had won him. But he was hers and always had been. It was inevitable. He was tired, however, of being spun in and out with so little warning and it hurt when he caught fear or, even worse, hate in her eyes.

Her fingers were more delicate than feathers and it felt peculiar to be touched on those nearly numb scars. Was he being conned again? She was a true artiste in that trade.

"Marian..." he breathed, surrendering. He barely breathed after that- she seemed to slip into him like the air he needed and as her palms moved under his arms to rest on his chest, it was...

It was like she was unravelling him, gathering all the jumbled tempest of his past and...

Accepting him.

He felt her hot cheek caress him between his shoulder-blades and closed his eyes.

"I want this to be right, Guy, If we are... to be married, we must make decisions together. We must be on the same path. No secrets."

"I have never kept secrets from y-"

"Guy."

He exhaled and nodded, sorely.

"Swear to me."

He turned around in her arms, catching sight of the trepidation and desire that warred in her eyes.

"I know I have sinned. I have not married you for the sole purpose of saving myself. I have married you because I love... I love... I love you."

Her eyes swam with a myriad of emotions, smoky and transient.

He towered over her but was so close that the concept of distance disappeared from their universe.

"I can't be trapped, Guy. I can't. I need you to be who you are with me, with the world- with the people you serve and serve you. I've seen your cruelty, but I've seen your charm too and I promise you if you strive to promote that light... that good..."

"Marian," Guy murmured, gingerly twisting a lock of her hair between his fingers, his breath enchanting her cheek and her fluttering eyelids. He must have sensed how close she was to a decision.

"Then... then I will promise to stay by your side. Forever."

Her words had a sublime effect on his body.

Marian

"I can't be possessed, though, Guy. I will run. I need to know I'm safe, I can't be affiliated with such callous... any child of mine cannot..."

Guy was shaking his head, dark waves of hair brushing his shoulders as Marian spoke. He moved closer and closer to her as she spoke faster, trying to persuade herself that this was a difficult decision, complex. But it wasn't complex at all. Through it all, she was inevitably drawn to him, felt irrevocably healed in his presence as though this was her calling. It was like cherubs and demons had laced heavenly and hellish string between their bodies, their fates.

A web weaved eternally. It was a dark, dark light.

Memories, the past, nightmares- they blew away with the dust.

And as for her words, her protests-

They were consumed by his breath, his heartbeat in her mouth and hands simultaneously.

He was speaking too. A million promises, a million, threaded under her skin by his tongue and fingers. What she had said about wanting him to be the same with the world as with her... it could not be wholly fulfilled. For this passion would send Nottingham in scarlet smoke. This fire was for her alone.

She threw her arms around his neck as she gave in and he bent, provided a seat with his arms and pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around her waist like it had been choreographed beforehand, but nothing could have been more natural. He groaned a deep, deep groan, as though in pain and had her up against the wall faster than she could breathe- he didn't give her a chance to breathe as he kissed her over and over and over again, fathomless kisses that engulfed her and sent spirals sparkling and whooshing through her.

"Mon amour...la mienne...la mienne...dieu, je vous remercie..." He crushed her against the wall with those words, those exotic breaths, as he praised her neck and held her so tightly she almost fell into his body, merged with him as a new second soul.

"French?" she asked, breathlessly, tentatively touching his lower lip as he looked up at her in rapture. He nodded as he leaned forward and licked the dip in her collarbone. Breath fled from her body as unexplainable, almost painful, pleasure knotted around her in undulating tendrils, everywhere inside and outside. She craved the rain now, the cold, but craved this more.

His fingers flared out on the side of her neck like the wings of a bird.

"Belle...céleste..."

Her fingers flourished through his hair as he groaned throatily again, resting his forehead above her breasts and grinding into her just slightly. She couldn't hold back the softest moan.

He drew up and kissed her languorously, stepping back and moving them both back to the bedroom. She twisted her neck from side to side as she kissed him, searched and re-searched for the source of this splendour but realised soon it was him, all him.

"I forgive you," she whispered into his mouth as they got to the side of the bed. She kissed his forehead before her carefully lowered her onto the bed, settling between her legs, which she had already spread so she could wrap them back around him as quickly as possible.

He stroked and kissed up the centre of her body from her stomach, over her shift, to her mouth, lifting her shift as he went. She made no resistance when he slipped it off her completely and dropped it onto the floor behind her head. Their torsos melted together and they both shivered at the unique feeling, soft against hard, hot against hotter. They were lying over the sides of the bed but neither of them cared.

His eyes were possessed, nebulous and twinkling as her fingers travelled up his spine, his neck... then down again. He began to kiss her once more, so deeply, hands stroking her hair back from her face. He smelt smoky, like rosemary and sweet like hay and...

Familiar. Oh so familiar.

His tongue did devilish things to her shoulder and neck, one hand moving Marian's leg up so her knee was raised and by his hip, foot on the bed. His other hand was breezing its way up her other thigh, fingers so close to her sex that she almost choked with desire. She sighed passionately and let her head fall over the side of the bed for a second, nails digging into his shoulders, but surged back up with a startled gasp as he breathed over a breast then lavished it with a swipe of his tongue before capturing it with his whole mouth.

And sucking.

It was unthinkable, bewildering, delirious, hot, so hot...

Her thighs clenched on his hips and he ground hard against her, preparing for another thrust but was shocked himself as Marian's hands interrupted his motion and began to fumble with the laces at the front of his braes. He jerked back in sensitivity but quickly raised his hips to allow her better access. He watched her face as she frantically tried to untie them and smirked, but in a flattered sort of way. Arrogance was near non-existent. Once she had undone them, stroking him without thinking and bewitching his entire nervous system, he slipped out of them gently.

She was panting now, eyes closed as she lay back and swallowed, doubtless as enthralled by the sensation of their bodies so snug together.

They began to breathe in tandem, he inhaling as she exhaled, staring at one another, giving way to the magic that passed between their eyes and coated their bodies.

He bowed his head to her collarbone so reverently her heart skipped several beats, sweat and pulses palpable. She was his altar. It was blasphemous, but it was suddenly crystal clear to her that she was his religion which he had found. Finally found. And he was her... Well, hers. She had to take care of him.