Intercomm: Surrender to an Outlaw
Title: Surrender to an Outlaw
Author: desertrose9
Word Count: 700
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Marian, Marian/Robin
Spoilers/Warnings: Set after episode 10, season 2. There be smut, so if it’s not your thing :)
Summary: Marian is completely at Robin’s mercy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood BBC or their characters. I’m just playing.
Robin’s weight behind her was heavy and kept her front firmly against the roughness of the tree. His kisses to her neck were firm and distracted her, almost, from the feeling of his fingers inching up her thigh with torturous slowness. She could feel his smug smile as she let a breathy sigh leave her lips before she gasped as the cool air hit her as her skirts were lifted high past her hips and kept in place by both the tree and her body. But it wasn’t long until her attention went back to his fingers on her inner thigh as the other pulled at the lacing at the back of her dress. Once that had been loosened, his hand reached around and released both her breasts from the restraint of her corset, playing with the nipple on her right, twisting and pinching at it before he gave the left the same amount of attention. That earned him a moan. A moan that only got louder when his fingers brushed against her wet curls before one pushed inside causing her fingers to dig into the tree as her mouth dropped open.
She was made to suffer many moments of wondrous feelings before he withdrew. Straight away she was pulled around and her eyes met Robin’s blue ones, almost turned black with lust. Both were gasping, simply staring at each other before Robin was against her once more in a fierce kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth before she had much of a chance to request it. She could feel his hand between them, the sound of fabric moving hitting her ears before she was being lifted. She kept her lips on his, not wanting to part from him as she fixed her skirts so they were not in the way.
But Robin was moving his lips away from hers and they were once again staring firmly at each other. She could feel him, hot and hard against her entrance and she whimpered in protest at his stalling. With a smirk, he leaned forward until his lips were brushing her ear.
“At an outlaw’s mercy again, my Lady,” he murmured softly, tutting before nipping her earlobe just as he pushed forward, entering her in one swift motion.
Marian cried out, arching up against him as she took a moment to revel in the feeling of him inside her once more. It was such a rarity that she took every opportunity to remember the feeling of it, the way she felt and the way he was inside her, the utter fullness of it all. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled him away from her neck where his lips had, at some point, went to and pulled his lips to their rightful place on hers. It was only then he began to firmly thrust against her, his tongue stroking her own in a way that matched their movements. Her legs wrapped firmly around his hips, the heel of her boots digging into his arse in a way that had him shiver against her. Once he knew she was in no danger of falling, he freed a hand to run it to where their bodies met, touching her teasingly before, after a moan of encouragement from her, pressing firmly down.
She wasn’t aware how long they moved together, too focused on the warm feeling growing in the pit of her stomach until one final thrust and kiss had her lips leaving his in a sound so close to a scream she worried for a moment that the gang in the nearby camp would hear. He was quick to join her in her ecstasy, a shout leaving his lips as he shuddered against her. They stayed entwined for a few minutes before his legs found it hard to hold them up and she dropped her legs to the ground, letting him lean against her and the tree as they tried to get their breaths back. But neither of them were in a rush to do anything other than fix their clothing, desperate to prolong their meeting for as long as they could.
If she had her way, it would never end.
Never.
Author: desertrose9
Word Count: 700
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Marian, Marian/Robin
Spoilers/Warnings: Set after episode 10, season 2. There be smut, so if it’s not your thing :)
Summary: Marian is completely at Robin’s mercy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood BBC or their characters. I’m just playing.
Robin’s weight behind her was heavy and kept her front firmly against the roughness of the tree. His kisses to her neck were firm and distracted her, almost, from the feeling of his fingers inching up her thigh with torturous slowness. She could feel his smug smile as she let a breathy sigh leave her lips before she gasped as the cool air hit her as her skirts were lifted high past her hips and kept in place by both the tree and her body. But it wasn’t long until her attention went back to his fingers on her inner thigh as the other pulled at the lacing at the back of her dress. Once that had been loosened, his hand reached around and released both her breasts from the restraint of her corset, playing with the nipple on her right, twisting and pinching at it before he gave the left the same amount of attention. That earned him a moan. A moan that only got louder when his fingers brushed against her wet curls before one pushed inside causing her fingers to dig into the tree as her mouth dropped open.
She was made to suffer many moments of wondrous feelings before he withdrew. Straight away she was pulled around and her eyes met Robin’s blue ones, almost turned black with lust. Both were gasping, simply staring at each other before Robin was against her once more in a fierce kiss, tongue pushing into her mouth before she had much of a chance to request it. She could feel his hand between them, the sound of fabric moving hitting her ears before she was being lifted. She kept her lips on his, not wanting to part from him as she fixed her skirts so they were not in the way.
But Robin was moving his lips away from hers and they were once again staring firmly at each other. She could feel him, hot and hard against her entrance and she whimpered in protest at his stalling. With a smirk, he leaned forward until his lips were brushing her ear.
“At an outlaw’s mercy again, my Lady,” he murmured softly, tutting before nipping her earlobe just as he pushed forward, entering her in one swift motion.
Marian cried out, arching up against him as she took a moment to revel in the feeling of him inside her once more. It was such a rarity that she took every opportunity to remember the feeling of it, the way she felt and the way he was inside her, the utter fullness of it all. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled him away from her neck where his lips had, at some point, went to and pulled his lips to their rightful place on hers. It was only then he began to firmly thrust against her, his tongue stroking her own in a way that matched their movements. Her legs wrapped firmly around his hips, the heel of her boots digging into his arse in a way that had him shiver against her. Once he knew she was in no danger of falling, he freed a hand to run it to where their bodies met, touching her teasingly before, after a moan of encouragement from her, pressing firmly down.
She wasn’t aware how long they moved together, too focused on the warm feeling growing in the pit of her stomach until one final thrust and kiss had her lips leaving his in a sound so close to a scream she worried for a moment that the gang in the nearby camp would hear. He was quick to join her in her ecstasy, a shout leaving his lips as he shuddered against her. They stayed entwined for a few minutes before his legs found it hard to hold them up and she dropped her legs to the ground, letting him lean against her and the tree as they tried to get their breaths back. But neither of them were in a rush to do anything other than fix their clothing, desperate to prolong their meeting for as long as they could.
If she had her way, it would never end.
Never.