Mischief Managed
Title: Mischief Managed
Rating: PG
Word count: 225 words
Characters/Pairings: Guy, Marian; Guy/Marian
Prompt: Guy/Marian; “I’m not wearing that.”
Summary: “Don’t pout, Guy, it doesn’t suit you.”
Notes: Title borrowed from JK Rowling. For an idea of Guy's hat, see here and/or here =D
“Don’t pout, Guy, it doesn’t suit you,” she snapped irritably. She was lying; it suited him rather well actually, but she wasn’t about to inflate his ego by telling him so. And the Countess of Hereford had been fluttering her eyelashes at him quite enough already, thank you very much, without adding his irresistible pout into the mix as well.
“Well don’t insist upon me wearing the most ridiculous headgear known to man then,” he retorted. Marian sighed; if he behaved more childishly he’d be poking his tongue out at her.
She shook her head to clear her mind of his tongue and thoughts of exactly what he could do with it, and held out the hat unwaveringly.
“The Sheriff insists,” she argued, fully aware of both Vaisey’s current level of intoxication and his reputation for sudden, brutal punishments.
Guy continued to sulk. She sighed again. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Just wait until you see what I’ll be wearing,” she murmured huskily. Guy’s head snapped up immediately, his eyes finely tuned to the flirtation in her voice, and plonked the feathered monstrosity firmly on his head.
Following him out of the room, Marian stifled a giggle. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw her beautiful silver and sapphire diadem and realised he’d been well and truly duped.
Rating: PG
Word count: 225 words
Characters/Pairings: Guy, Marian; Guy/Marian
Prompt: Guy/Marian; “I’m not wearing that.”
Summary: “Don’t pout, Guy, it doesn’t suit you.”
Notes: Title borrowed from JK Rowling. For an idea of Guy's hat, see here and/or here =D
“Don’t pout, Guy, it doesn’t suit you,” she snapped irritably. She was lying; it suited him rather well actually, but she wasn’t about to inflate his ego by telling him so. And the Countess of Hereford had been fluttering her eyelashes at him quite enough already, thank you very much, without adding his irresistible pout into the mix as well.
“Well don’t insist upon me wearing the most ridiculous headgear known to man then,” he retorted. Marian sighed; if he behaved more childishly he’d be poking his tongue out at her.
She shook her head to clear her mind of his tongue and thoughts of exactly what he could do with it, and held out the hat unwaveringly.
“The Sheriff insists,” she argued, fully aware of both Vaisey’s current level of intoxication and his reputation for sudden, brutal punishments.
Guy continued to sulk. She sighed again. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Just wait until you see what I’ll be wearing,” she murmured huskily. Guy’s head snapped up immediately, his eyes finely tuned to the flirtation in her voice, and plonked the feathered monstrosity firmly on his head.
Following him out of the room, Marian stifled a giggle. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw her beautiful silver and sapphire diadem and realised he’d been well and truly duped.