Fic: All They Want to Do is: One Shot
All They Want to Do Is
Summary: All Will wanted was to talk with Marian. All Allan wanted to do was fuck.
Genre: Romance I guess...
Disclaimer: Owned by BBC and Tiger Aspects.
Spoilers: Just series 1, really... It's pretty AU.
Rating: R/NC-17 for adult language and...sex.
Characters/Pairing: Allan, Will, Marian, Gisborne, Robin, Allan/Marian/Will
Word Count: 3,199
Author's Note: velvet_midnight 's Christmas Present. Hope you like it, sweets!
Un-beated, like always, because I'm just too lazy to get one.
Will and Allan hunched outside Knighton Hall, watching Robin and Marian argue just like they always did. Robin followed her through the hallway as she stalked away, trying to set the table for her and her sickly father. “She only does that because they had to get rid of the serfs they had, ye ken.”
Will continued to stare forward, his expression becoming less serious and anxious and a little more bemused. “Think I don’t know that?”
Allan raised his hands defensively, smirking at Will’s face as it flickered in and out of the torch and candle light within Knighton Manor. “I know, I know! I’m just sayin’!”
Will gripped at the wooden window sill, trying to peer in without being so obvious to those within. Robin and Marian’s raised voices began to slam into his ears, and he winced as he listened to Robin take in every insult Marian threw at him.
Allan winced as Robin screamed at Marian, and he could see half of her angered face, most of her body covered by the wall corner and the dark of the night. Her chest heaved and she scoffed as she listened to Robin trying to talk with her, to try and make sense of something ridiculous he was trying to prove to her.
But Marian was smarter than that, much, much smarter, and she wasn’t going to let Robin give her anything that she thought was silly and foolish- but that was Robin, wasn’t it? With the life he had lived the past six years, a person would think that Robin saw everything in not only black and white, but every other shade of grey as well, after all, he was the one who learned Arabic and read the Qur’an, he was the one who invited Djaq, a girl, a Saracen to live with he and his gang of outlaws. But no, not at all. Robin only ever saw things in black and white; he only ever listened to what he thought, too stubborn to listen to another person’s thoughts and opinions that weren’t exactly similar to his own. He was exactly what Marian called him: a Fool.
“You fool, Robin Hood! You don’t have any idea of what you’re speaking of! Get out, get out now!”
“Marian-”
“Get out!” She hissed, her voice steely and hard, her gaze hard enough to make Allan think twice about what he and Will were about to do.
Will tapped Allan’s shoulder and when Allan turned to look at him, he gave a questioning nod of his chin into the house. “Robin’s being a sod again,” Allan whispered quietly, “nothing new.” Will nodded and pressed his body quick against the house and pressed Allan’s beside him as Robin trotted out of the house. He stopped just outside the door and tried to speak as Marian slammed the door on his face. He sighed and turned around, rubbing his hand through his hair, pressing upon his skull and pulling at the locks as if pulling his hair out could make the thoughts of what he should do become out easier and let him know what to do.
Allan and Will hardly breathed as Robin jumped upon his horse and cantered past them, his eyes staring straight ahead, never once looking back. Allan peered around the house corner and nodded, pulling Will off from the wall. “He’s gone,”
“Marian,” Will whispered, and pressed himself against the wall again, hunkering down awkwardly under the sill. “She’s coming,”
Allan looked up and saw her shadow moving ahead of her and with a sudden, paranoid look took off and jumped into a bush, wincing as it made a loud, obvious noise.
Marian appeared at the window, holding her candle out the window, trying to see anyone. “Hallo?” She inquired, squinting. “Anyone there? Hallo?”
Will didn’t breathe as he curled awkwardly beneath the window, his cheek pressed against the wood of the sill she leaned on, the splinters going into his cheek. The shine from the flame flickered into his eye, and he closed his eyes quick, not wanting, or daring, to be caught.
She nodded and pulled back, picking up the candle and blowing it out, shutting the shutters. Will quickly shoved his hatchet between the two shutters, catching it open but making it look like it didn’t. He heard her footsteps going upstairs to feed her father and then go to her own bedchamber, to calm herself from Robin’s intrusion, to have a long and difficult sleep.
Will whistled a low, soft owl hoot, and Allan jumped up from the bush, dusting himself off and picking twigs out of his hair. “We in?” Allan asked as he hunkered down beside Will, looking up at the window.
“Check for yourself,” Will said, nodding up at it, “but stay quiet!”
Allan nodded to him and stood up, leaning against the thin wood and pushing on the shutters, holding them quietly as they swung open silently. “We’re in!” Allan exclaimed softly in delight. “You first, young one, you first!” Will climbed in silently and grabbed his hatchet from the sill, and shoved it into his belt, walking in silently, steadily.
“Steady on!” Will hissed as Allan stumbled in, his foot crashing into a chair, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. Allan dove under the table and Will clung to the wall, looking over his shoulder in the dark, listening to the silence.
“No one’s cumin” Allan whispered after a long moment, crawling back from under the table and over to Will. “It wasn’t that loud,” he said defensively, and he sensed Will’s disbelieving look. “Do you know where Marian’s bedchamber is?” Will gave a hesitant, half hearted shrug that Allan decided to ignore. “Why’d I even ask you, little one? We’ve been here before!” He gave a perverted little grin and Will gave a small smirk and nodded, going silently up the wide wooden stair case, his feet immediately leading him to the door on the far left.
Will opened the door silently and entered the room as Allan nudged him forward, his breathing already quickened and eager. There were two candles in the room that were light, one on her bedside table and another on her window sill. There were small noises in the back of her room and Will walked forward quietly, trying to look around the thin curtains that were jangling to his left, drawing his attention forward.
Allan brushed past him and tried to look in, a small smile curling onto his lips as he saw Marian dressing into her nightgown, her bare back whispering to the both of them. Allan gripped onto Will’s forearm, his grin widening. Will reached around and squeezed hard, trying to make Allan look at him. He did and frowned as Will shook his head, trying to back out. “Not now,” Allan growled, trying to walk forward. He made a noise of anger as Will pulled him back and he himself went forward, turning his head away and keeping his arm over to his face to shield his eyes.
“Lady Marian- no please, don’t scream, Robin sent me!” Marian turned and pulled her nightgown over her chest, pulling a dagger from the knife strap around her thigh.
“Will?” She said, coming forward, uncertain as whether to approach him or not. “Will don’t raise your arm, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
He laughed uncertainly and winced as Allan smacked him in the back, out of sight of Marian, his low voice growling so only Will heard, “You hit that? You never told me that, mate! I’ve underestimated you!”
“I’m sorry, Lady Marian, I only want to protect your decency.”
“Come now, Will, don’t be shy. We’ve been over this numerous times,”
“Lady Marian I-” He cut himself off awkwardly, uncertain on how to proceed. “I just wanted to say- or we could do it like that.” He smiled briefly as she cocked her head and smiled at him, dropping her nightgown. “That’s a lovely-” his voice cracked and he looked around awkwardly, “that’s a very lovely thigh strap you have on.”
She turned to look down at it, sticking her leg out and curling her ankle around, showing off her dainty toes. “Is it? I thought you’d like it.” He swallowed thickly and nodded and she took his hand and brought it down so he could run his hand up her thigh, his finger running over her smooth bare skin and the thick leather of the tight strap that wrapped around. “I fashioned it after the one you have, she said, looking down and stroking his, running her fingers over the hatchet strapped in.
“The thing is, Marian, I’m not-”
“My, that is a lovely thigh strap! Do you know how it feels when you’re whipped with it?” Allan grinned and looked Marian’s naked form up and down, “Would you like to?”
“Please don’t scream, Lady Marian!” Will said, grabbing her nightgown and wrapping it around her, covering her form. “I- I wanted to see you but he followed me. I’m sorry, Lady Marian, I really am.” Marian stared between the two of them, confusion fluttering over her features.
“You brought him here?”
“No, no!” Will stared hastily, but Allan cut in.
“Actually, Lady Marian, what dear, young Will,” Allan patted Will’s shoulder and Will tried to shrug him off, annoyed and trying not to look at Marian, “did, see, he was going to come here, just to talk, but then I decided to follow him here, because I figured that if he could get here and he could get some then I could get some too. I mean, really, I know for a fact that Will here isn’t a good lover, I’ve had him and Djaq has had him. He makes love like a deer standing on his legs for the first time. Sure, it’s nice and warms the heart, but really, if you want to make love to him then you should sleep with me, Marian, not with him.”
Her gaze once again fluttered between the two of them, clutching her nightgown around her shoulders, not realizing that it may have covered her chest but it didn’t cover lower below… which is exactly where Allan looked. Will followed his gaze and moved forward to cover her, his hands wrapping around her body to cover up all of the right places.
“Will,” she said sternly, pushing it away, “it’s fine.”
“But- Marian!”
“Move, Will.” He obediently moved out of the way and she stared at Allan, pursing her lips and staring at him in the eye. She wrinkled her nose at his trousers and boots. She nodded to them and told him, “Take those off.”
“Anything!” He was out of them before she blinked, even though she hadn’t exactly blinked.
She nodded as he stepped out of them, unbuckling the tight fitting green over-shirt. She nodded once more and a small smirk turned to Will. “Your turn?”
He pointed to himself, a bit confused. “Me?”
“You, Will.”
“Off with your skivvies, Will! Be a good lad!”
Will glared at Allan but nodded and started to take off his axes, messing with the buckles. He dropped his axe on the floor and winced as it made a loud clang. “Don’t worry,” she said smirking, “I laced his dinner with something so he wouldn’t hear me… working.”
Allan’s sick smirk widened and he pulled his shirt from his back and stood before them completely naked, his hands on his hips as he looked between them proudly, looking down at the both of them. “Both of you, yeah? Get on with it,”
She rolled her eyes and walked forward, slapping Will's hands away from his buckles and did them herself, arching her neck away from him as she took off his axe belt, her arms draping over his shoulders. His hand drew up as she undressed him slowly, and ran lightly over the long slender column of her neck, tracing the cold, porcelain skin. “Marian,” he whispered, breathed out, and she turned to look up at him, licking her lips. He leaned in, trembling and she ran her finger off his equally long, longer even, column of throat, running her fingers lightly over his jumping pulse. She leaned her head forward and let her warm breath over his skin, her lips wandering over his face, kissing his cheekbones and eyebrows, his forehead and nose, her lips just barely brushing at his before he reached up and gripped at the back of her head, forcing her lips against his. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in tighter and opening her mouth against his, letting their tongues entwine and run against each other, savouring the taste that had so long been held away from them.
He fell backwards against the bed and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her knees pressing against the blankets. His hands gripped and kneaded at her arse, she groaned against his mouth and hitched herself upward, trying to bring his trousers down. He bucked his hips and she pushed off against his chest, letting her nightgown drop down. Allan watched on from behind, eagerly awaiting his own turn with patience he didn’t know he had in him, even if the patience would only be short lived. “Do you have to keep your trousers buckled so tightly, Will?” She asked, bemused as he leaned his head back against the blanket, arching his body upward, tight as a bow. “You know I don’t like that,”
“I’m sorry, milady,” he said, trying desperately hard to not flip her around and take her right then and there, her knees pulled up to her chest and he pounding into her.
Allan came up behind her, wrapping his hands around her front. “Tell me, milady,” he said, running his fingers through the thicket of dark curly hair and entering the source of her want and heat, liquid dripping off his fingers as he entered her. She gasped and shuddered, pulling taunt against him as she gripped at his hand, pushing in farther.
“Tell you what?”
“Do you like it when I do this?” He said, flicking his finger against her. She arched against his hand and moaned, keeping her knees around Will’s slim hips as he slipped his wet fingers against her arsehole. She bucked her hips against them as the two boys moved their fingers entirely in tandem with each other, holding her steady with both a hand on one of her hips rocking her forward and back, speeding her up and slowing her down to make her groan and gasp as they rocked.
“Somebody going to enter me,” she panted, “or are you going to let your fingers do what you can’t?”
Allan looked at Will over his shoulder, and he watched Marian as she ground against his fingers, begging for a release, begging.
“Will we take this insult, Will?”
“Not from Marian,” Will said, and they both removed their fingers in tandem and Allan pushed her forward onto Will. She groaned and whimpered against his chest and Will wrapped his legs tightly around her body, letting Allan quickly unlace his boots. He kicked them off and pushed her away, jerking his trousers around his ankles, and kicked them off as well, letting Marian in. Allan pushed the three of them farther onto the bed and Will scooted back, his arse bringing the blanket with them as they moved, letting their dirty feet and legs entwine into her clean sheets.
She groaned as she rode Will, leaning over him, gasping and grunting as Allan pressed himself against her back, wrapping his arms around her stomach and thrust upward, inward into her.
The boys worked in tandem, never going off pace as Marian trembled and whimpered between them.
“Is there anything you can’t do?” Marian whimpered, moving with the both of them.
“You’d be surprised,” Allan said, grunting, “He sure as hell can’t cook, if that’s what you mean. He’s not very good on top, either.”
“Allan!”
“What!”
Will rolled his eyes and pulled Marian’s shoulders down to kiss her again, and she whimpered and groaned against him again, his tongue running against hers, his running over hers in the smooth sensual motion exactly like the way he and Allan were both moving.
Allan kissed and sucked at the skin across her shoulders and back, leaving hot lines over her. His tongue went down her spine, his fingers tracing where he and her joined. He ran his finger over the raw and prickling skin that surrounded her arsehole, making her moan out into Will’s mouth, quickening the pace they both had set.
Will gripped at her hips, his other hand tracing her stomach and chest, his fingers pinching and his mouth sucking at her breasts, kissing and gripping.
They both worked, and she shuddering, feeling her climax come up from her toes and tingle all through her. Allan’s tongue worked at her collarbone, his head dipping around her as her neck curled to the side. Will’s hands worked at the smooth plane of her stomach, running his fingers over places that only she and he had gone. His mouth pressed hot, lusting and loving kisses along her neck and mouth, giving with everything he’s got.
“Will!” She gasped and leaned toward him. He strained upward and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her two them as they came. Allan’s hot seed came into her arsehole, the hot sticky liquid running down their joined skins.
They lay together, wrapped around each other completely, on her bed, and Will had just as much sense to get the blankets they pulled up and threw them around them, keeping them in a warm bubble, their heats spreading and sharing with each other.
Marian slept with her head pressed against Will’s breast, her lips just touching his nipple. Allan’s head rested on the bare bed, his body tangled with the others.
He was going to have a crick in his neck come morning.
And Will… Will lay quietly with their conjoined weights on top of him, the weight comfortable, and the feel of Marian’s body against his feeling just right.
***
When they awoke the next morning, there were quite a few moments of surprise. Will had a hand wrapped around her waist, the other hand deep into the cleft between her buttocks. Allan had wrapped a hand around so his hand was cupping one of her breasts, and his other hand touching both of Will’s and Marian’s inner thighs. And Marian had her arms wrapped around Will’s neck, her hands on his collarbone, her fingers curling against the space where shoulder met neck.
They spent the whole day in Marian’s room, trying to dress but always ending up undressing again and making love to each other over and over again, whether Will and Allan were going with Marian watching, or all three at the same time, Marian on her knees with Will above her, sucking and licking at Allan in front of her.
It was the perfect day until Guy of Gisborne decided to pay a visit.
Than the real fun began.
Summary: All Will wanted was to talk with Marian. All Allan wanted to do was fuck.
Genre: Romance I guess...
Disclaimer: Owned by BBC and Tiger Aspects.
Spoilers: Just series 1, really... It's pretty AU.
Rating: R/NC-17 for adult language and...sex.
Characters/Pairing: Allan, Will, Marian, Gisborne, Robin, Allan/Marian/Will
Word Count: 3,199
Author's Note: velvet_midnight 's Christmas Present. Hope you like it, sweets!
Un-beated, like always, because I'm just too lazy to get one.
Will and Allan hunched outside Knighton Hall, watching Robin and Marian argue just like they always did. Robin followed her through the hallway as she stalked away, trying to set the table for her and her sickly father. “She only does that because they had to get rid of the serfs they had, ye ken.”
Will continued to stare forward, his expression becoming less serious and anxious and a little more bemused. “Think I don’t know that?”
Allan raised his hands defensively, smirking at Will’s face as it flickered in and out of the torch and candle light within Knighton Manor. “I know, I know! I’m just sayin’!”
Will gripped at the wooden window sill, trying to peer in without being so obvious to those within. Robin and Marian’s raised voices began to slam into his ears, and he winced as he listened to Robin take in every insult Marian threw at him.
Allan winced as Robin screamed at Marian, and he could see half of her angered face, most of her body covered by the wall corner and the dark of the night. Her chest heaved and she scoffed as she listened to Robin trying to talk with her, to try and make sense of something ridiculous he was trying to prove to her.
But Marian was smarter than that, much, much smarter, and she wasn’t going to let Robin give her anything that she thought was silly and foolish- but that was Robin, wasn’t it? With the life he had lived the past six years, a person would think that Robin saw everything in not only black and white, but every other shade of grey as well, after all, he was the one who learned Arabic and read the Qur’an, he was the one who invited Djaq, a girl, a Saracen to live with he and his gang of outlaws. But no, not at all. Robin only ever saw things in black and white; he only ever listened to what he thought, too stubborn to listen to another person’s thoughts and opinions that weren’t exactly similar to his own. He was exactly what Marian called him: a Fool.
“You fool, Robin Hood! You don’t have any idea of what you’re speaking of! Get out, get out now!”
“Marian-”
“Get out!” She hissed, her voice steely and hard, her gaze hard enough to make Allan think twice about what he and Will were about to do.
Will tapped Allan’s shoulder and when Allan turned to look at him, he gave a questioning nod of his chin into the house. “Robin’s being a sod again,” Allan whispered quietly, “nothing new.” Will nodded and pressed his body quick against the house and pressed Allan’s beside him as Robin trotted out of the house. He stopped just outside the door and tried to speak as Marian slammed the door on his face. He sighed and turned around, rubbing his hand through his hair, pressing upon his skull and pulling at the locks as if pulling his hair out could make the thoughts of what he should do become out easier and let him know what to do.
Allan and Will hardly breathed as Robin jumped upon his horse and cantered past them, his eyes staring straight ahead, never once looking back. Allan peered around the house corner and nodded, pulling Will off from the wall. “He’s gone,”
“Marian,” Will whispered, and pressed himself against the wall again, hunkering down awkwardly under the sill. “She’s coming,”
Allan looked up and saw her shadow moving ahead of her and with a sudden, paranoid look took off and jumped into a bush, wincing as it made a loud, obvious noise.
Marian appeared at the window, holding her candle out the window, trying to see anyone. “Hallo?” She inquired, squinting. “Anyone there? Hallo?”
Will didn’t breathe as he curled awkwardly beneath the window, his cheek pressed against the wood of the sill she leaned on, the splinters going into his cheek. The shine from the flame flickered into his eye, and he closed his eyes quick, not wanting, or daring, to be caught.
She nodded and pulled back, picking up the candle and blowing it out, shutting the shutters. Will quickly shoved his hatchet between the two shutters, catching it open but making it look like it didn’t. He heard her footsteps going upstairs to feed her father and then go to her own bedchamber, to calm herself from Robin’s intrusion, to have a long and difficult sleep.
Will whistled a low, soft owl hoot, and Allan jumped up from the bush, dusting himself off and picking twigs out of his hair. “We in?” Allan asked as he hunkered down beside Will, looking up at the window.
“Check for yourself,” Will said, nodding up at it, “but stay quiet!”
Allan nodded to him and stood up, leaning against the thin wood and pushing on the shutters, holding them quietly as they swung open silently. “We’re in!” Allan exclaimed softly in delight. “You first, young one, you first!” Will climbed in silently and grabbed his hatchet from the sill, and shoved it into his belt, walking in silently, steadily.
“Steady on!” Will hissed as Allan stumbled in, his foot crashing into a chair, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. Allan dove under the table and Will clung to the wall, looking over his shoulder in the dark, listening to the silence.
“No one’s cumin” Allan whispered after a long moment, crawling back from under the table and over to Will. “It wasn’t that loud,” he said defensively, and he sensed Will’s disbelieving look. “Do you know where Marian’s bedchamber is?” Will gave a hesitant, half hearted shrug that Allan decided to ignore. “Why’d I even ask you, little one? We’ve been here before!” He gave a perverted little grin and Will gave a small smirk and nodded, going silently up the wide wooden stair case, his feet immediately leading him to the door on the far left.
Will opened the door silently and entered the room as Allan nudged him forward, his breathing already quickened and eager. There were two candles in the room that were light, one on her bedside table and another on her window sill. There were small noises in the back of her room and Will walked forward quietly, trying to look around the thin curtains that were jangling to his left, drawing his attention forward.
Allan brushed past him and tried to look in, a small smile curling onto his lips as he saw Marian dressing into her nightgown, her bare back whispering to the both of them. Allan gripped onto Will’s forearm, his grin widening. Will reached around and squeezed hard, trying to make Allan look at him. He did and frowned as Will shook his head, trying to back out. “Not now,” Allan growled, trying to walk forward. He made a noise of anger as Will pulled him back and he himself went forward, turning his head away and keeping his arm over to his face to shield his eyes.
“Lady Marian- no please, don’t scream, Robin sent me!” Marian turned and pulled her nightgown over her chest, pulling a dagger from the knife strap around her thigh.
“Will?” She said, coming forward, uncertain as whether to approach him or not. “Will don’t raise your arm, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
He laughed uncertainly and winced as Allan smacked him in the back, out of sight of Marian, his low voice growling so only Will heard, “You hit that? You never told me that, mate! I’ve underestimated you!”
“I’m sorry, Lady Marian, I only want to protect your decency.”
“Come now, Will, don’t be shy. We’ve been over this numerous times,”
“Lady Marian I-” He cut himself off awkwardly, uncertain on how to proceed. “I just wanted to say- or we could do it like that.” He smiled briefly as she cocked her head and smiled at him, dropping her nightgown. “That’s a lovely-” his voice cracked and he looked around awkwardly, “that’s a very lovely thigh strap you have on.”
She turned to look down at it, sticking her leg out and curling her ankle around, showing off her dainty toes. “Is it? I thought you’d like it.” He swallowed thickly and nodded and she took his hand and brought it down so he could run his hand up her thigh, his finger running over her smooth bare skin and the thick leather of the tight strap that wrapped around. “I fashioned it after the one you have, she said, looking down and stroking his, running her fingers over the hatchet strapped in.
“The thing is, Marian, I’m not-”
“My, that is a lovely thigh strap! Do you know how it feels when you’re whipped with it?” Allan grinned and looked Marian’s naked form up and down, “Would you like to?”
“Please don’t scream, Lady Marian!” Will said, grabbing her nightgown and wrapping it around her, covering her form. “I- I wanted to see you but he followed me. I’m sorry, Lady Marian, I really am.” Marian stared between the two of them, confusion fluttering over her features.
“You brought him here?”
“No, no!” Will stared hastily, but Allan cut in.
“Actually, Lady Marian, what dear, young Will,” Allan patted Will’s shoulder and Will tried to shrug him off, annoyed and trying not to look at Marian, “did, see, he was going to come here, just to talk, but then I decided to follow him here, because I figured that if he could get here and he could get some then I could get some too. I mean, really, I know for a fact that Will here isn’t a good lover, I’ve had him and Djaq has had him. He makes love like a deer standing on his legs for the first time. Sure, it’s nice and warms the heart, but really, if you want to make love to him then you should sleep with me, Marian, not with him.”
Her gaze once again fluttered between the two of them, clutching her nightgown around her shoulders, not realizing that it may have covered her chest but it didn’t cover lower below… which is exactly where Allan looked. Will followed his gaze and moved forward to cover her, his hands wrapping around her body to cover up all of the right places.
“Will,” she said sternly, pushing it away, “it’s fine.”
“But- Marian!”
“Move, Will.” He obediently moved out of the way and she stared at Allan, pursing her lips and staring at him in the eye. She wrinkled her nose at his trousers and boots. She nodded to them and told him, “Take those off.”
“Anything!” He was out of them before she blinked, even though she hadn’t exactly blinked.
She nodded as he stepped out of them, unbuckling the tight fitting green over-shirt. She nodded once more and a small smirk turned to Will. “Your turn?”
He pointed to himself, a bit confused. “Me?”
“You, Will.”
“Off with your skivvies, Will! Be a good lad!”
Will glared at Allan but nodded and started to take off his axes, messing with the buckles. He dropped his axe on the floor and winced as it made a loud clang. “Don’t worry,” she said smirking, “I laced his dinner with something so he wouldn’t hear me… working.”
Allan’s sick smirk widened and he pulled his shirt from his back and stood before them completely naked, his hands on his hips as he looked between them proudly, looking down at the both of them. “Both of you, yeah? Get on with it,”
She rolled her eyes and walked forward, slapping Will's hands away from his buckles and did them herself, arching her neck away from him as she took off his axe belt, her arms draping over his shoulders. His hand drew up as she undressed him slowly, and ran lightly over the long slender column of her neck, tracing the cold, porcelain skin. “Marian,” he whispered, breathed out, and she turned to look up at him, licking her lips. He leaned in, trembling and she ran her finger off his equally long, longer even, column of throat, running her fingers lightly over his jumping pulse. She leaned her head forward and let her warm breath over his skin, her lips wandering over his face, kissing his cheekbones and eyebrows, his forehead and nose, her lips just barely brushing at his before he reached up and gripped at the back of her head, forcing her lips against his. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in tighter and opening her mouth against his, letting their tongues entwine and run against each other, savouring the taste that had so long been held away from them.
He fell backwards against the bed and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her knees pressing against the blankets. His hands gripped and kneaded at her arse, she groaned against his mouth and hitched herself upward, trying to bring his trousers down. He bucked his hips and she pushed off against his chest, letting her nightgown drop down. Allan watched on from behind, eagerly awaiting his own turn with patience he didn’t know he had in him, even if the patience would only be short lived. “Do you have to keep your trousers buckled so tightly, Will?” She asked, bemused as he leaned his head back against the blanket, arching his body upward, tight as a bow. “You know I don’t like that,”
“I’m sorry, milady,” he said, trying desperately hard to not flip her around and take her right then and there, her knees pulled up to her chest and he pounding into her.
Allan came up behind her, wrapping his hands around her front. “Tell me, milady,” he said, running his fingers through the thicket of dark curly hair and entering the source of her want and heat, liquid dripping off his fingers as he entered her. She gasped and shuddered, pulling taunt against him as she gripped at his hand, pushing in farther.
“Tell you what?”
“Do you like it when I do this?” He said, flicking his finger against her. She arched against his hand and moaned, keeping her knees around Will’s slim hips as he slipped his wet fingers against her arsehole. She bucked her hips against them as the two boys moved their fingers entirely in tandem with each other, holding her steady with both a hand on one of her hips rocking her forward and back, speeding her up and slowing her down to make her groan and gasp as they rocked.
“Somebody going to enter me,” she panted, “or are you going to let your fingers do what you can’t?”
Allan looked at Will over his shoulder, and he watched Marian as she ground against his fingers, begging for a release, begging.
“Will we take this insult, Will?”
“Not from Marian,” Will said, and they both removed their fingers in tandem and Allan pushed her forward onto Will. She groaned and whimpered against his chest and Will wrapped his legs tightly around her body, letting Allan quickly unlace his boots. He kicked them off and pushed her away, jerking his trousers around his ankles, and kicked them off as well, letting Marian in. Allan pushed the three of them farther onto the bed and Will scooted back, his arse bringing the blanket with them as they moved, letting their dirty feet and legs entwine into her clean sheets.
She groaned as she rode Will, leaning over him, gasping and grunting as Allan pressed himself against her back, wrapping his arms around her stomach and thrust upward, inward into her.
The boys worked in tandem, never going off pace as Marian trembled and whimpered between them.
“Is there anything you can’t do?” Marian whimpered, moving with the both of them.
“You’d be surprised,” Allan said, grunting, “He sure as hell can’t cook, if that’s what you mean. He’s not very good on top, either.”
“Allan!”
“What!”
Will rolled his eyes and pulled Marian’s shoulders down to kiss her again, and she whimpered and groaned against him again, his tongue running against hers, his running over hers in the smooth sensual motion exactly like the way he and Allan were both moving.
Allan kissed and sucked at the skin across her shoulders and back, leaving hot lines over her. His tongue went down her spine, his fingers tracing where he and her joined. He ran his finger over the raw and prickling skin that surrounded her arsehole, making her moan out into Will’s mouth, quickening the pace they both had set.
Will gripped at her hips, his other hand tracing her stomach and chest, his fingers pinching and his mouth sucking at her breasts, kissing and gripping.
They both worked, and she shuddering, feeling her climax come up from her toes and tingle all through her. Allan’s tongue worked at her collarbone, his head dipping around her as her neck curled to the side. Will’s hands worked at the smooth plane of her stomach, running his fingers over places that only she and he had gone. His mouth pressed hot, lusting and loving kisses along her neck and mouth, giving with everything he’s got.
“Will!” She gasped and leaned toward him. He strained upward and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her two them as they came. Allan’s hot seed came into her arsehole, the hot sticky liquid running down their joined skins.
They lay together, wrapped around each other completely, on her bed, and Will had just as much sense to get the blankets they pulled up and threw them around them, keeping them in a warm bubble, their heats spreading and sharing with each other.
Marian slept with her head pressed against Will’s breast, her lips just touching his nipple. Allan’s head rested on the bare bed, his body tangled with the others.
He was going to have a crick in his neck come morning.
And Will… Will lay quietly with their conjoined weights on top of him, the weight comfortable, and the feel of Marian’s body against his feeling just right.
***
When they awoke the next morning, there were quite a few moments of surprise. Will had a hand wrapped around her waist, the other hand deep into the cleft between her buttocks. Allan had wrapped a hand around so his hand was cupping one of her breasts, and his other hand touching both of Will’s and Marian’s inner thighs. And Marian had her arms wrapped around Will’s neck, her hands on his collarbone, her fingers curling against the space where shoulder met neck.
They spent the whole day in Marian’s room, trying to dress but always ending up undressing again and making love to each other over and over again, whether Will and Allan were going with Marian watching, or all three at the same time, Marian on her knees with Will above her, sucking and licking at Allan in front of her.
It was the perfect day until Guy of Gisborne decided to pay a visit.
Than the real fun began.