Fic: Fun for Christmas G/M NC-17
Title: Fun for Christmas and beyond
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,061
Characters: Guy/Marian, Allan
Prompts: Raunchy pub song, Embarrassing love confessions, And that's how she got knocked up - the first time.
Notes: written as a gift for mythopathy in guyxmarian Secret Santa 2010.
Warning: Marian is completely without angst, Guy is not. A certain outlaw isn't even mentioned.
Disclaimer: Robin Hood BBC is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made. Guy and Marian belong to legend and together. ;-)
A/N: Another one that should have been posted in my LJ long ago...
Fun for Christmas and beyond
Marian could hear singing from the Trip Inn. She sneaked closer and peaked inside. It was dirty in there and debauchery all around. It looked like great fun. She spotted Allan, standing up; singing with a cup in hand a wench by his side. Something dark huddled behind.
Guy.
He sat there, looking morose and staring into his tankard of ale. Marian knew how he felt, she was an outsider too. This evening, they would be outsiders together.
Marian entered, keeping to the walls and hiding in the shadows. Coming closer to where Guy sat, she saw a young tavern wench trying to engage Guy in conversation, but he waved her off with a scowl.
“Leave him be, girl!” shouted Allan over the singing. “Giz won’t say yes to any woman!”
We’ll see about that, Marian thought and smiled. She sat down on the same bench, a few inches from him. She saw him sniff and startle, looking to the side where she sat.
“Marian!” he said, surprised. Marian slid closer to him and put her fingertips on his lips.
“Sch! Don’t expose me yet!” she whispered mischievously.
Guy was dumbfounded. “You - you can’t be here, Marian! This place - ”
“Oh, nonsense!” Marian smiled. ”Every evening, you escort me to my room and say good-night. Then, you and Allan leave the castle to have fun!”
“Fun? Ah, I don’t know about that...”
“No, you never look like you’re having fun, Guy.”
“How do you know?!”
“Oh, I know Guy...” she said and smiled slowly; a warm smile that lit up her face and Guy’s heart. “Maybe it’s time for us both to have some fun, eh Guy? It’s Christmas, after all!”
Guy was confused but also curious enough to let Marian have her way. What was she up to and how far was she prepared to go? He smirked, a naughty gleam in his eyes.
“Well, mylady... If you’re up for some fun, allow me to guide you through that experience!” he said while daringly putting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. She gasped, but allowed him. Guy was beginning to have fun already.
“Can I have some ale, Guy?” she asked.
“Ale? Marian, this is strong stuff...”
“Good! That sounds like fun!” she answered and took a swig. Her eyes immediately watered, it was strong.
“Marian! How are you?”
“Lovely!” she gasped. “Just lovely! Can I have some more, please?” she said and took another swig without asking. Guy growled and took the tankard.
“You need to drink it slowly!” he said sternly, but he was still amused.
“Ah, but what’s the fun in that?”
Marian was beginning to tingle. The excitement, the ale and Guy’s close proximity did that. She giggled. ”Have some more of your ale, Guy, before I’ll have another go!”
He drank and allowed her to drink too, while still holding the tankard, tempting her to come even closer to him, which she did. He liked that. He could breathe her scent and something else about her. There was a new look in her eyes, and it wasn’t all because of the ale, he hoped.
She swallowed and hummed contentedly. When she looked up to his face, he leaned in and gave her a small kiss on her lips. She looked surprised, but smiled.
“One more?” she said and kissed him back. This kiss was slower, he could taste the strong ale on her lips, but that wasn’t what made his head spin.
Marian had a confused frown. ”How can your lips be so soft and warm?” she mumbled.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he said and kissed her again, this time he dared to add the tip of his tongue between her lips. She moaned and allowed him access, putting her arms around his neck. The kiss turned hot, he nearly lifted her to sit in his lap.
“Hey!” Allan shouted. Guy and Marian broke apart. ”Marian!?” Allan exclaimed.
“Louder, Allan!” Guy growled. ”There were people in Clun that didn’t hear you, I’m sure!”
Marian giggled and hugged Guy.
“Well...” Allan said and laughed. “Good to see you here, Marian! Fancy a bit of singing?”
“YES!” said Marian.
“NO!” said Guy, but Marian slipped out of his embrace. Guy looked pointedly at Allan. I’m so dead! Allan thought. Marian was already up and humming a song. Guy liked it better when she hummed in his arms.
“OI, you lot!” Allan yelled. “Lady Marian has a song for us!”
There was a great shout of laughter and some gasped when they saw that Lady Marian was actually present and ascending the bench to sing. Guy took a few steps back, crossing his arms and looking broody as he stared at her with displeasure.
Marian laughed and was offered another swig from another man’s ale. Guy scowled and hoped that a kiss wouldn’t follow. It didn’t, in this case. Always something.
Marian inhaled deeply in a comical fashion and made a flourish with her arm, starting to sing in a strong, wavering voice. The beginning was flattering enough:
“On the first day of Christmas I took to bed with me
My Lord Gisborne of Looocksleeeeeeey!!”
Especially since Marian sang looking directly at him and blowing him kisses. Guy still felt uncomfortable, blushing to the roots of his hair. He would have preferred them kissing in a secluded corner. The audience, on the other hand, was very appreciative.
As the scandalous song went on, she was getting more and more applauds and catcalls, and around the time where the lyrics reached in the style of:
“Six convicted vicars
Five choir boooooys!
Four fornicators
Three French whores...”
Guy was prepared to take action, no matter the cost. Things were getting out of hand, and Marian was swaying where she stood. While singing and doing another exuberant flourish, she nearly lost her balance. Guy pushed his way forward and managed to catch her as she tipped. She fell over his shoulder and they both made a big “OOOOOOOF”, Guy’s knees nearly buckled with her dead weight so heavy on his shoulders. He regained balance and managed to hold on to Marian around her round hips, one hand on her arse.
There was riotous laughter and shouting around them. Guy decided to take Marian to a calmer place. He could feel her shaking with laughter as he carried her upstairs, still hanging limp over him. Guy barked “Room!” to one of the wenches upstairs who quickly pointed him to one. Inside, Guy placed Marian on the small bed and bolted the door. She lay on her back, still giggling madly with eyes closed. He bent over her and mumbled her name. She opened one eye and pulled him down on her. Another joint “OOOOOF” and he was laying sprawled over her. She still laughed and kissed him.
He groaned and kissed her back, unable to resist the invitation. He felt himself getting aroused... and Marian felt it too, rubbing herself against him. He broke free of her mouth in alarm, her arms were still tight around his neck.
“Marian...” he said in a strained voice. “We shouldn’t...”
“We should kiss, Guy, we should! Don’t you want to kiss me?” she whispered feverishly, all amusement gone.
“Want to! Woman, do you think I want to stop? I - ;”
“Kiss me again, then,” she said and pressed her lips on his, devouring him. Moaning in desperation, they held on to each other and he tried to ease his weight off her a bit. She used the space between them to fiddle with the clasps on his jacket. He gasped but helped her. Her hands tugged the jacket off and started to pull up his tunic, eager to touch his skin. Guy’s mind tried to elaborate the danger, but when her hand was firmly caressing the muscles on his chest and grazing his nipple, his mind stopped elaborating and went blank.
His mouth made a hot trail over her jaw and down her neck. Hearing her moan and feeling her arch against him, he went even lower. Her hands started to pull at her own clothes and he helped her, exposing her breasts. He felt a surge go through his body at the sight of her half-nakedness and caught one nipple with his lips, swirling over it with his tongue, while his hand squeezed the other breast appreciatively.
Marian whimpered “yes, yes!” under him. This was going all too well.
“My love, we ought not...” he said with a ragged breath against her silken skin.
“Please...” she mewled.
“Marian, for the love of God! I’m just a man, I’ve loved you for so long, I cannot hold back forever if you want me, I - ;” he rambled until she silenced him with kisses and the touch of her shaky but determined hand caressing the contours of his swollen cock.
“Don’t stop, Guy, please don’t stop!” she moaned irresistibly and before long, Guy was naked and licking a writhing and groaning Marian to climax. If he’d thought that she would satisfied with that, he was mistaken. She tugged off her remaining clothes and pulled him close in the dark. As he entered her, her outcry was nearly piercing the noise from below. Her sounds soon turned to moans again and she clung to him as he thrust hard into her, scarcely believing his luck. This was not the way he had thought their first lovemaking would be, but this was better; this was real.
She bucked against him, crying his name over and over as he moved within her, her insides clasped around him so incredibly tight and he saw her bending back her head while reaching climax once more, shaking in his arms. He couldn’t hold back any longer and buried his face against her neck as he groaned out his ecstasy. She still held on to him, breathing heavily, as he pulled her with him to the side, easing his weight off her. He was happy, triumphant. He chuckled contently into her tousled hair.
“So this was fun?” she asked, laughter was in her voice too. Her hand was splayed on his chest, moving over his skin. She draped her leg over his and smiled up to him.
“This was indeed fun, my Marian...” he rumbled and smiled back.
“How soon can we have this fun again?” she giggled.
“Ah, as much as we want when we’re married.”
She placed her chin on his chest, regarding him quizzically. “Are you threatening me into marrying you again, Guy?”
“No! I just thought - ;”
“So you’re implying we’ll have none of this fun unless we marry?”
“My love, wouldn’t it be the sensible thing after this?” he said in alarm. “We’ve just been making love in the Trip Inn after having exposed ourselves in a scandalous manner!”
“It sounds like we’re quite fallen, Guy!” she laughed, looking very pleased.
“Fallen for one another, I hope?” he said tenderly, but in trepidation of her reply.
“Most definitely fallen, Guy. More fallen in love than fallen into disrepute.”
“Ah, I’m glad to hear that, at least...”
“But what would be the fun of marrying,” she said while beginning to kiss the column of his throat and jawline in a persuasive manner. “After all, it didn’t end so well the last time. We might be more cautious this time... try this out first and see if the fun lasts...”
“It will last,” he growled and pulled her on top of him; making her feel just how fun it was to fall into him again.
And that was how Marian got pregnant the first time.
Next Christmas, after having breast-fed their daughter, Marian agreed to marry Guy. It had proved to be a very fun year for them both; lots of love and debauchery, trust and mistrust. They had both learnt baffling and upsetting truths about one another, but their passion had not cooled from it - quite the opposite. Soon they found out that they were to be parents and were adjusting to that, while Vasey withdrew from their presence as often as possible, quite disgusted and worn out by all of it. It proved to be a fun life.
Besides, Marian was already pregnant with their second child. Getting married before she was too large could be the next fun experience.
~fin~
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,061
Characters: Guy/Marian, Allan
Prompts: Raunchy pub song, Embarrassing love confessions, And that's how she got knocked up - the first time.
Notes: written as a gift for mythopathy in guyxmarian Secret Santa 2010.
Warning: Marian is completely without angst, Guy is not. A certain outlaw isn't even mentioned.
Disclaimer: Robin Hood BBC is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made. Guy and Marian belong to legend and together. ;-)
A/N: Another one that should have been posted in my LJ long ago...
Fun for Christmas and beyond
Marian could hear singing from the Trip Inn. She sneaked closer and peaked inside. It was dirty in there and debauchery all around. It looked like great fun. She spotted Allan, standing up; singing with a cup in hand a wench by his side. Something dark huddled behind.
Guy.
He sat there, looking morose and staring into his tankard of ale. Marian knew how he felt, she was an outsider too. This evening, they would be outsiders together.
Marian entered, keeping to the walls and hiding in the shadows. Coming closer to where Guy sat, she saw a young tavern wench trying to engage Guy in conversation, but he waved her off with a scowl.
“Leave him be, girl!” shouted Allan over the singing. “Giz won’t say yes to any woman!”
We’ll see about that, Marian thought and smiled. She sat down on the same bench, a few inches from him. She saw him sniff and startle, looking to the side where she sat.
“Marian!” he said, surprised. Marian slid closer to him and put her fingertips on his lips.
“Sch! Don’t expose me yet!” she whispered mischievously.
Guy was dumbfounded. “You - you can’t be here, Marian! This place - ”
“Oh, nonsense!” Marian smiled. ”Every evening, you escort me to my room and say good-night. Then, you and Allan leave the castle to have fun!”
“Fun? Ah, I don’t know about that...”
“No, you never look like you’re having fun, Guy.”
“How do you know?!”
“Oh, I know Guy...” she said and smiled slowly; a warm smile that lit up her face and Guy’s heart. “Maybe it’s time for us both to have some fun, eh Guy? It’s Christmas, after all!”
Guy was confused but also curious enough to let Marian have her way. What was she up to and how far was she prepared to go? He smirked, a naughty gleam in his eyes.
“Well, mylady... If you’re up for some fun, allow me to guide you through that experience!” he said while daringly putting his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. She gasped, but allowed him. Guy was beginning to have fun already.
“Can I have some ale, Guy?” she asked.
“Ale? Marian, this is strong stuff...”
“Good! That sounds like fun!” she answered and took a swig. Her eyes immediately watered, it was strong.
“Marian! How are you?”
“Lovely!” she gasped. “Just lovely! Can I have some more, please?” she said and took another swig without asking. Guy growled and took the tankard.
“You need to drink it slowly!” he said sternly, but he was still amused.
“Ah, but what’s the fun in that?”
Marian was beginning to tingle. The excitement, the ale and Guy’s close proximity did that. She giggled. ”Have some more of your ale, Guy, before I’ll have another go!”
He drank and allowed her to drink too, while still holding the tankard, tempting her to come even closer to him, which she did. He liked that. He could breathe her scent and something else about her. There was a new look in her eyes, and it wasn’t all because of the ale, he hoped.
She swallowed and hummed contentedly. When she looked up to his face, he leaned in and gave her a small kiss on her lips. She looked surprised, but smiled.
“One more?” she said and kissed him back. This kiss was slower, he could taste the strong ale on her lips, but that wasn’t what made his head spin.
Marian had a confused frown. ”How can your lips be so soft and warm?” she mumbled.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he said and kissed her again, this time he dared to add the tip of his tongue between her lips. She moaned and allowed him access, putting her arms around his neck. The kiss turned hot, he nearly lifted her to sit in his lap.
“Hey!” Allan shouted. Guy and Marian broke apart. ”Marian!?” Allan exclaimed.
“Louder, Allan!” Guy growled. ”There were people in Clun that didn’t hear you, I’m sure!”
Marian giggled and hugged Guy.
“Well...” Allan said and laughed. “Good to see you here, Marian! Fancy a bit of singing?”
“YES!” said Marian.
“NO!” said Guy, but Marian slipped out of his embrace. Guy looked pointedly at Allan. I’m so dead! Allan thought. Marian was already up and humming a song. Guy liked it better when she hummed in his arms.
“OI, you lot!” Allan yelled. “Lady Marian has a song for us!”
There was a great shout of laughter and some gasped when they saw that Lady Marian was actually present and ascending the bench to sing. Guy took a few steps back, crossing his arms and looking broody as he stared at her with displeasure.
Marian laughed and was offered another swig from another man’s ale. Guy scowled and hoped that a kiss wouldn’t follow. It didn’t, in this case. Always something.
Marian inhaled deeply in a comical fashion and made a flourish with her arm, starting to sing in a strong, wavering voice. The beginning was flattering enough:
“On the first day of Christmas I took to bed with me
My Lord Gisborne of Looocksleeeeeeey!!”
Especially since Marian sang looking directly at him and blowing him kisses. Guy still felt uncomfortable, blushing to the roots of his hair. He would have preferred them kissing in a secluded corner. The audience, on the other hand, was very appreciative.
As the scandalous song went on, she was getting more and more applauds and catcalls, and around the time where the lyrics reached in the style of:
“Six convicted vicars
Five choir boooooys!
Four fornicators
Three French whores...”
Guy was prepared to take action, no matter the cost. Things were getting out of hand, and Marian was swaying where she stood. While singing and doing another exuberant flourish, she nearly lost her balance. Guy pushed his way forward and managed to catch her as she tipped. She fell over his shoulder and they both made a big “OOOOOOOF”, Guy’s knees nearly buckled with her dead weight so heavy on his shoulders. He regained balance and managed to hold on to Marian around her round hips, one hand on her arse.
There was riotous laughter and shouting around them. Guy decided to take Marian to a calmer place. He could feel her shaking with laughter as he carried her upstairs, still hanging limp over him. Guy barked “Room!” to one of the wenches upstairs who quickly pointed him to one. Inside, Guy placed Marian on the small bed and bolted the door. She lay on her back, still giggling madly with eyes closed. He bent over her and mumbled her name. She opened one eye and pulled him down on her. Another joint “OOOOOF” and he was laying sprawled over her. She still laughed and kissed him.
He groaned and kissed her back, unable to resist the invitation. He felt himself getting aroused... and Marian felt it too, rubbing herself against him. He broke free of her mouth in alarm, her arms were still tight around his neck.
“Marian...” he said in a strained voice. “We shouldn’t...”
“We should kiss, Guy, we should! Don’t you want to kiss me?” she whispered feverishly, all amusement gone.
“Want to! Woman, do you think I want to stop? I - ;”
“Kiss me again, then,” she said and pressed her lips on his, devouring him. Moaning in desperation, they held on to each other and he tried to ease his weight off her a bit. She used the space between them to fiddle with the clasps on his jacket. He gasped but helped her. Her hands tugged the jacket off and started to pull up his tunic, eager to touch his skin. Guy’s mind tried to elaborate the danger, but when her hand was firmly caressing the muscles on his chest and grazing his nipple, his mind stopped elaborating and went blank.
His mouth made a hot trail over her jaw and down her neck. Hearing her moan and feeling her arch against him, he went even lower. Her hands started to pull at her own clothes and he helped her, exposing her breasts. He felt a surge go through his body at the sight of her half-nakedness and caught one nipple with his lips, swirling over it with his tongue, while his hand squeezed the other breast appreciatively.
Marian whimpered “yes, yes!” under him. This was going all too well.
“My love, we ought not...” he said with a ragged breath against her silken skin.
“Please...” she mewled.
“Marian, for the love of God! I’m just a man, I’ve loved you for so long, I cannot hold back forever if you want me, I - ;” he rambled until she silenced him with kisses and the touch of her shaky but determined hand caressing the contours of his swollen cock.
“Don’t stop, Guy, please don’t stop!” she moaned irresistibly and before long, Guy was naked and licking a writhing and groaning Marian to climax. If he’d thought that she would satisfied with that, he was mistaken. She tugged off her remaining clothes and pulled him close in the dark. As he entered her, her outcry was nearly piercing the noise from below. Her sounds soon turned to moans again and she clung to him as he thrust hard into her, scarcely believing his luck. This was not the way he had thought their first lovemaking would be, but this was better; this was real.
She bucked against him, crying his name over and over as he moved within her, her insides clasped around him so incredibly tight and he saw her bending back her head while reaching climax once more, shaking in his arms. He couldn’t hold back any longer and buried his face against her neck as he groaned out his ecstasy. She still held on to him, breathing heavily, as he pulled her with him to the side, easing his weight off her. He was happy, triumphant. He chuckled contently into her tousled hair.
“So this was fun?” she asked, laughter was in her voice too. Her hand was splayed on his chest, moving over his skin. She draped her leg over his and smiled up to him.
“This was indeed fun, my Marian...” he rumbled and smiled back.
“How soon can we have this fun again?” she giggled.
“Ah, as much as we want when we’re married.”
She placed her chin on his chest, regarding him quizzically. “Are you threatening me into marrying you again, Guy?”
“No! I just thought - ;”
“So you’re implying we’ll have none of this fun unless we marry?”
“My love, wouldn’t it be the sensible thing after this?” he said in alarm. “We’ve just been making love in the Trip Inn after having exposed ourselves in a scandalous manner!”
“It sounds like we’re quite fallen, Guy!” she laughed, looking very pleased.
“Fallen for one another, I hope?” he said tenderly, but in trepidation of her reply.
“Most definitely fallen, Guy. More fallen in love than fallen into disrepute.”
“Ah, I’m glad to hear that, at least...”
“But what would be the fun of marrying,” she said while beginning to kiss the column of his throat and jawline in a persuasive manner. “After all, it didn’t end so well the last time. We might be more cautious this time... try this out first and see if the fun lasts...”
“It will last,” he growled and pulled her on top of him; making her feel just how fun it was to fall into him again.
And that was how Marian got pregnant the first time.
Next Christmas, after having breast-fed their daughter, Marian agreed to marry Guy. It had proved to be a very fun year for them both; lots of love and debauchery, trust and mistrust. They had both learnt baffling and upsetting truths about one another, but their passion had not cooled from it - quite the opposite. Soon they found out that they were to be parents and were adjusting to that, while Vasey withdrew from their presence as often as possible, quite disgusted and worn out by all of it. It proved to be a fun life.
Besides, Marian was already pregnant with their second child. Getting married before she was too large could be the next fun experience.
~fin~