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Marian’s back was firm against the hard surface of the tree behind her, both her arms being strongly held above her head by one of Robin’s hands. His free hand was touching her where ever he could reach, running down the side of her breast and over the curve of her side before his long fingers dug into her hip. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, as she felt his teeth sink into the softness of her neck, knowing it would leave a mark. Not that she would complain; that was what this was about. Him marking his territory and her willing to let him do it. She had spent far too many years holding him off, telling him no, when they both wanted it. Now they were engaged, a decision they both knew would lead to this eventually. They wanted each other, they couldn’t deny that. And they were to be married, so the when or where no longer mattered. It would happen one day, so why not now?
Another gasp left her mouth as she felt his warm tongue run along the bruise he was slowly making, before his lips began to travel up her neck to land at her jaw. She felt a contented sigh leave her lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she dropped her head back against the tree. They shouldn’t do this out in the open where anyone could see, but if they didn’t do it now who knew when they would have the courage again to keep going further than they had before? And, even worse, who knew how long they had together. They both lived a dangerous existence, death was always close. Too close. Once again, Robin seemed capable of dragging her from her thoughts. His teeth nipped gently at her lobe before he sucked it into his mouth for a few moments, before pulling away to look at her.
“Stop it,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse from his attempt to clamp down on his desire, trying to control himself.
“Stop what?” she questioned him, her eyes opening to meet his. The green was almost gone; the pupils dilated. It made her mouth go dry, knowing that she was the cause of such desire in him.
“Stop all that thinking I know you’re doing,” he retorted before leaning close, his mouth next to her ear. “Stop thinking and start feeling. You can trust me. I’ll make sure you love every moment of this, I promise.”
Then he was pulling back and giving her a cheeky grin, before his lips crashed down upon hers. It took her a moment, but soon she was responding to the kiss. She trusted him, knew that he would not break a promise he gave her. He never did when it came to the important things. And this was exactly that. Her maidenhead was never something she would be willing to give up easily, and she was glad that he was taking it so seriously, was so willing to give her a chance to get use to the idea that they were going to do this rather than rushing things. Slowly he lowered her arms, his kisses suddenly gentle. Then his eyes were on hers, his smile as soft as the kisses he had just finished with. Slowly, he brought his hand up to run it down her cheek and she leaned into his touch.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her quietly, his thumb softly stroking her cheek.
She took a deep breath, waiting a moment before answering though she knew her mind was long made up. If they did this now then no man could touch her again without knowing. But she didn’t want any other man to touch her. Robin was the one she wanted more than anything, and she wanted to share this moment with him. She suspected it wasn’t his first time, and had the feeling it should anger her. But it didn’t. Because she understood that even though he may not have waited for her as she had waited for him, this was just as special for him as it was for her.
“Yes. I’m sure,” she responded, her voice no more than a whisper.
He smiled at her and her heart leapt. He seemed so pleased, so happy that she was willing to do this with him now. To prove just how much she wanted this, she took the first step. Her hands went to the hem of his hooded top, pulling softly at it until he raised his arms and she could slide it from his body, dropping it at their feet. It wasn’t until her hands went to remove his scarf and tag that she realised she was shaking. Taking a deep breath, she bent a little to place the scarf down, the tag landing on top of it. When she was standing to her full height she was met with Robin’s closed eyes. She smiled softly before pressing her lips gently to his. Before he could respond her hands came to his shirt, pulling it from his body before it too landed at their feet.
At the site of his bare torso she was again shocked by the scars on his body. The large one down his side once again made her eyes go wide and she slowly reached out, running her finger along it. She heard his breathing hitch and she glanced up to see his eyes still closed. Slowly, she got to her knees, her eyes level with the harsh scar. A constant reminder of their time apart. Licking her lips, she leant forward and pressed her lips to the marred skin. Once again his breath shot in and she glanced up to see his eyes wide and staring down at her, though he was not stopping her. She went back to her task, kissing every mark and bruise she could find until she was on her feet again, her lips coming to the scar on his arm that she had personally stitched for him. She smiled fondly at the memory, the way she had so desperately tried to get across the fact she felt nothing for him despite that being incorrect. She had been upset with him, yes, but she always cared for him. Nothing would change that.
Their eyes met again and she kept them on his as he reached out to unclasp the cloak around her shoulders. Then he was stepping back and laying the cloak out over the ground and she watched his movements, her lower lip being bitten gently by her teeth. She was worried, no doubt about it. But he wasn’t pushing for this which helped to make her feel better. Then he was standing again and she took a deep breath as his hands wrapped around her to go to her back, loosening the corset that she wore over her thin shirt. She kept her eyes on his at all times; wanting the reassurance that everything was okay. Then his hands were at the ties of the breeches she was wearing and he loosened them with casual expertise. Her lower lip once again found its way between her teeth as he pushed her breeches past her hips and down her thighs before they pooled at her feet. All she was left in was the shirt, white braies and her boots and she suddenly felt more exposed than she ever had.
But then it was Robin’s turn to kneel as he loosened her boots and pulled them from her feet, making her reach out to grasp onto the tree to keep her balance. Once both her boots were off, he sat back and toed off his own before standing. She took a deep breath before taking the initiative and moving forward to kiss him softly, her hands moving to work at the knot in the laces of his breeches. Finally they were loose and he pushed them down for her, leaving him in the white linen braies he wore. She could feel the nerves begin to rise within her and he slowly stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her until she calmed a little. Then he was pulling back, apparently satisfied that he had done his job, and his lips were on hers again. However there was a little more passion behind this one, more want and desire pouring into her and it made her whole body light up and move against his in an attempt to get some contact.
Soon she realised that he was pulling her shirt off and she broke the kiss long enough to let it happen. She tried hard to resist the urge to pull back and cover herself up, but before she could even consider doing just that Robin had wrapped his arms tight around her and pulled her body flush against his. His lips found hers again, moving against hers with the fire they both felt. His tongue brushed hers and she opened them, letting their tongues brush each other in a hint at what was to come. She felt one of his hands slowly slide up over her back before it ran around to the small space he created between them, gently cupping her breast. Pulling her lips back, she looked down at his hand before meeting his gaze. With a wink, he quickly swiped his thumb across her hardened nipple, making her gasp and her eyes close.
“This will be better if we lie down,” he said against her ear before he started to lower her onto the cloak he had placed on the forest floor earlier. Taking his top from the ground beside them, he bunched it up, placing it under her head which caused her to smile gratefully up at him.
His lips were on her again, pressing gently at the scar above her hip before his tongue ran across to her belly button, circling it. She smiled at the sensation, feeling the hair of his beard scratch lightly on her skin as he moved his lips higher and higher. Then her eyes were falling shut as she felt his warm tongue circle her nipple before he sucked the hard bud into his mouth. Her head dropped back against the makeshift pillow, a small smile blossoming across her features as he suckled softly, desire shooting straight through her stomach to pool between her legs. A gasp left her mouth as he moved to give the other nipple the same treatment, a hand coming up to tweak at the nipple he just left, making her feel twice the pleasure. When his mouth left her nipple she heard a whimper leave her mouth and a chuckle from Robin in response. She watched as he knelt, pulling at his braies so he was exposed to her. She realised her mouth had fallen open before she composed herself, forcing her eyes to move to his face only to be met by that smug grin of his, making her roll her eyes and laugh. She was glad that he laughed along with her, that tension and worry she had been feeling slowly disappearing. Kicking off the braies, he moved his hands to her own, a question in his eyes. She lifted her hips, letting him know her answer, and took a deep breath as she felt the linen pulled completely from her.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as he moved above her, his lips meeting hers passionately. His hands began to roam over her body and it was strange to feel his skin on her own after years of touches through clothes. For once in their lives there was nothing between them, no barriers holding them apart. They were not hiding anything from each other, emotionally or physically.
Slowly, she trailed a hand down his back, feeling him shiver in response. Bringing her hand back up, she grasped at his hair so she could pull away to breathe before moving her lips against his ear. She whispered words of love and want into his ear, trying to convey just how much she needed him. And it seemed to work. His hand trailed down to touch her gently between her legs, a soft gasp leaving her at the feel of his cool fingers on her hot flesh. She was ready, more than ready for this and the moan that left his lips made it clear he thought the same. She took his other hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss before meeting his gentle smile with one of her own. Then with one more kiss, he was pushing inside of her.
She was glad of his lips on hers, knowing that it was his lips that kept her crying out in pain. It wasn’t long until the pain was gone, but that sharp nip ran through her body and made tears spring at the corners of her eyes. As if sensing her tears he stopped all movement, pulling away from her lips to brush at her tears. He was being so gentle with her, waiting for her until she felt ready and she was thankful for it. Soon, though she had a feeling not soon enough for Robin, the pain gave way and she lifted her hips experimentally, earning a moan from Robin. Squeezing at his hand one last time she pushed her hips up again, his own meeting her half way.
She had never known pleasure like this, the feeling of him moving within her as his pace gradually got faster. She brought her hand up to wrap around his back, her other hand grasping tight at the soft strands of his hair and she moaned with each deep thrust. She lifted her leg to help her meet his thrusts with a sharp movement of her own, his hand soon wrapping firm around her thigh as he lifted her slightly, hitting her in a far more sensitive spot. The fire was building and building within her body, her nails digging in to his back as he moved her closer to the edge, but she just couldn’t get there. Something was missing; something was stopping her from reaching it.
It was then Robin moved her leg to encourage her to wrap it around his waist. She frowned in confusion for a moment, before watching as his hand slid down her thigh and back between her legs. His thumb brushed against the small bundle of nerves, making her moan loudly in pleasure as she arched in to his touch. The fire was burning her, building more and more within her with each stroke and thrust he made. Gasping for air and moaning his name, she finally found completion, her hands pulling at his hair as her teeth dug in to his shoulder, her fingers in to his back. With a shout of her name he was soon following her before he collapsed on top of her.
She found herself panting, desperate to get air into her lungs as she stroked his hair as he did the same. Once they began to breathe a little more evenly, Robin rolled from her and pulled her straight into his arms. She smiled, one of her arms moving to the bruise on his shoulder. Stroking it gently, she looked up at him apologetically.
“I did not mean to hurt you,” she whispered, before trailing her finger along the bruise.
“Don’t worry. It is just another bruise for you to kiss.”