Forbidden - Guy/Marian short fic
Title: Forbidden
Author: voicelikehoney
Characters: Guy/Marian (Robin Hood)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Pretty much a bit of fluff inspired from superficial watchings of Robin Hood. Guy is entirely too pretty to ignore and there's something about bad boys that makes good girls curious ...
My first (and likely only) attempt at Robin Hood fic. Yes, I know the show is trashy, but Richard Armitage is gorgeous and I do like a good smoulderer. Written from Marian's POV, probably after the end of series 1 (though I've not seen it all).
He makes her think things. Things no good girl should ever admit to thinking. Things that she can barely acknowledge even to herself have ever crossed her mind.
She is no Maid, any longer, good girl or not. She knows the heat of a luxurious bed. She knows the sensation of waking in her lover's arms; a good man, as she is a good girl. She feels tenderness in his kisses; sees truth in his eyes.
She loves him. Has done all her life.
But him.
Him.
Darkness. Flames. A tethered passion locked away, burning. Barely concealed brutality; a desperate, yearning need held so rigorously in check, terrified lest the tiniest sign of weakness be displayed.
Whose weakness?
No. I do not want him. I do not think of him. He shall not have me. What I give, I give on my own terms; to take, for my lover. He has no power over me.
"Marian."
Determination.
... fingers; his, are they there, at my cheek, or do I imagine them?
She shall not falter.
"Why have you come to me?"
His voice. His voice. Soft. Low. He loves. He is lost. His touch, gentle, trembling, heated ...
She does not tremble. She does not feel warmth licking sweetly through her veins like summer honey. I do not. I cannot.
But his eyes ... the hunger ...
"My Lord ..."
She does not feel that hunger, too.
I do.
She can't.
It is forbidden. The things he has done; the people I would betray ...
His fingers burn her skin. He touches her like a lover.
Oh, the man I could make of him ...
Oh Lord ... the woman he could make of me.
She lifts her eyes to his. His widen in surprise.
He sees her secret. She play-acts a truth, of sorts.
Dark, beautiful, devil-hearted sinner. Fallen angel.
I want you in my bed.
I will never tell you so.
"Guy ..."
No, the words will never pass her lips.
They are too occupied with the taste of his.
*runs and hides*
Author: voicelikehoney
Characters: Guy/Marian (Robin Hood)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Pretty much a bit of fluff inspired from superficial watchings of Robin Hood. Guy is entirely too pretty to ignore and there's something about bad boys that makes good girls curious ...
My first (and likely only) attempt at Robin Hood fic. Yes, I know the show is trashy, but Richard Armitage is gorgeous and I do like a good smoulderer. Written from Marian's POV, probably after the end of series 1 (though I've not seen it all).
He makes her think things. Things no good girl should ever admit to thinking. Things that she can barely acknowledge even to herself have ever crossed her mind.
She is no Maid, any longer, good girl or not. She knows the heat of a luxurious bed. She knows the sensation of waking in her lover's arms; a good man, as she is a good girl. She feels tenderness in his kisses; sees truth in his eyes.
She loves him. Has done all her life.
But him.
Him.
Darkness. Flames. A tethered passion locked away, burning. Barely concealed brutality; a desperate, yearning need held so rigorously in check, terrified lest the tiniest sign of weakness be displayed.
Whose weakness?
No. I do not want him. I do not think of him. He shall not have me. What I give, I give on my own terms; to take, for my lover. He has no power over me.
"Marian."
Determination.
... fingers; his, are they there, at my cheek, or do I imagine them?
She shall not falter.
"Why have you come to me?"
His voice. His voice. Soft. Low. He loves. He is lost. His touch, gentle, trembling, heated ...
She does not tremble. She does not feel warmth licking sweetly through her veins like summer honey. I do not. I cannot.
But his eyes ... the hunger ...
"My Lord ..."
She does not feel that hunger, too.
I do.
She can't.
It is forbidden. The things he has done; the people I would betray ...
His fingers burn her skin. He touches her like a lover.
Oh, the man I could make of him ...
Oh Lord ... the woman he could make of me.
She lifts her eyes to his. His widen in surprise.
He sees her secret. She play-acts a truth, of sorts.
Dark, beautiful, devil-hearted sinner. Fallen angel.
I want you in my bed.
I will never tell you so.
"Guy ..."
No, the words will never pass her lips.
They are too occupied with the taste of his.
*runs and hides*