gift for lil_chanteuse!
Name:punkfunkdisco
Recipient: lil_chanteuse
Presents:
Title: Warmth in the Snow
Characters/Pairings: Guy/Marian, Allan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I did not create, nor do I own, any of these characters and no money is being made.
Marian peered out of her window into the blinding brightness. Her mind raced and a tiny smile of anticipation formed on her lips. She hurried through the cold, dark corridors of the castle and emerged from the huge wooden doors into the courtyard. Her smile grew into a grin as she looked at the thick, white blanket of snow that had appeared overnight. The softness was dotted with footprints that criss-crossed the courtyard where the guards had been making their rounds.
Marian walked down the steps, feeling the coldness beneath her feet. She looked across the courtyard and noticed Allan talking with some guards. After a few seconds she recognised the hand on hip stance, the wide grin and the other hand gesticulating wildly mid-storytelling. Marian knew a flirting Allan when she could see one. An impish idea formed in her head. She braced herself against the cold and picked up a handful of snow, bunched it together tightly and walked towards the group of men. Allan turned to look at her, providing Marian with a perfect target. She threw the handful of snow and watched as it flew through the space between them to hit Allan in the neck. His face screwed up in a mixture of shock, humiliation and laughter. He, too, bent down and picked up a handful of snow. His hands were considerably bigger than Marian's but he did not have the element of surprise that had been her advantage. He threw his handful but she was already out of range and Marian laughed loudly as she wandered back over to the steps of the courtyard.
She smiled to herself as she cleared snow off the bottom step and sat down, brushing the wetness from her hands on the material of her skirt. The castle looked uncharacteristically cheery with its holly and ivy Christmas decorations. She thought the Sheriff did not really seem like a festive man and wondered why the castle had been adorned with the winter foliage. As she was pondering this she heard the soft crunch of footsteps in the snow behind and her heart quickened as she turned to see Guy contrasting darkly against the snow.
“Marian,” his voice was tender and concerned “you will catch your death out here. Come inside.” He cleared snow and sat down next to her, despite his own warning, half-knowing she would take no notice.
“You sound like my father.” She replied evenly. “He used to say I would catch unladylike diseases by sitting in the cold.”
“And you never listened to him, either, I suppose.” Guy retorted with some amusement. Marian turned to look at him and smiled.
“No.”
They sat for a while in contented silence. Guy’s sideward glances were not lost on Marian but she kept her eyes on the snow in front, concentrating on the cold. She looked up at the snow-covered walls of the castle glistening in the weak winter sun.
“I wonder if they have snow in the Holy Land.” Marian mused “It would be a shame if they did not.”
Guy longed to tell her of the rain, of the sudden but consistent downpours that soaked a man as soon as he stepped out from cover. He longed to tell her of the cleansing feeling but he could not.
“I do not know. Maybe.” He replied instead.
When she shivered Guy considered putting his arm around her shoulders. He decided against the action until she shivered again.
“You are cold. Here,” he moved closer so that their hips were touching and put his arm around her protectively. She did not resist or pull away; instead she relented and moved into his body and felt safe in the warmth of his leather. Although she was no longer cold she found herself shivering at the excitement of their close proximity. Her heart was racing again. Guy was sure he could feel it. Was this confirmation of her feelings for him? It had to be. His mind raced with all the possible consequences of this unexpected closeness and he squeezed her a little tighter in anticipation.
She looked up at the sudden change in Guy’s hold and wore an expression of confusion. Guy could not resist the little lines across her forehead and the vulnerability in her eyes. He leaned his head closer and kissed her. Caught up in the warmth and excitement, Marian kissed him back.
THE END! and also
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Although, I won't be offended if you don't use them. I'm not the most graphically gifted!
Message to receiver: Argh, how much pressure did I feel making a gift for the person whose whole idea this thing was! But then I got an idea and it was fine. I do hope you like. Merry Christmas!
Recipient: lil_chanteuse
Presents:
Title: Warmth in the Snow
Characters/Pairings: Guy/Marian, Allan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I did not create, nor do I own, any of these characters and no money is being made.
Marian peered out of her window into the blinding brightness. Her mind raced and a tiny smile of anticipation formed on her lips. She hurried through the cold, dark corridors of the castle and emerged from the huge wooden doors into the courtyard. Her smile grew into a grin as she looked at the thick, white blanket of snow that had appeared overnight. The softness was dotted with footprints that criss-crossed the courtyard where the guards had been making their rounds.
Marian walked down the steps, feeling the coldness beneath her feet. She looked across the courtyard and noticed Allan talking with some guards. After a few seconds she recognised the hand on hip stance, the wide grin and the other hand gesticulating wildly mid-storytelling. Marian knew a flirting Allan when she could see one. An impish idea formed in her head. She braced herself against the cold and picked up a handful of snow, bunched it together tightly and walked towards the group of men. Allan turned to look at her, providing Marian with a perfect target. She threw the handful of snow and watched as it flew through the space between them to hit Allan in the neck. His face screwed up in a mixture of shock, humiliation and laughter. He, too, bent down and picked up a handful of snow. His hands were considerably bigger than Marian's but he did not have the element of surprise that had been her advantage. He threw his handful but she was already out of range and Marian laughed loudly as she wandered back over to the steps of the courtyard.
She smiled to herself as she cleared snow off the bottom step and sat down, brushing the wetness from her hands on the material of her skirt. The castle looked uncharacteristically cheery with its holly and ivy Christmas decorations. She thought the Sheriff did not really seem like a festive man and wondered why the castle had been adorned with the winter foliage. As she was pondering this she heard the soft crunch of footsteps in the snow behind and her heart quickened as she turned to see Guy contrasting darkly against the snow.
“Marian,” his voice was tender and concerned “you will catch your death out here. Come inside.” He cleared snow and sat down next to her, despite his own warning, half-knowing she would take no notice.
“You sound like my father.” She replied evenly. “He used to say I would catch unladylike diseases by sitting in the cold.”
“And you never listened to him, either, I suppose.” Guy retorted with some amusement. Marian turned to look at him and smiled.
“No.”
They sat for a while in contented silence. Guy’s sideward glances were not lost on Marian but she kept her eyes on the snow in front, concentrating on the cold. She looked up at the snow-covered walls of the castle glistening in the weak winter sun.
“I wonder if they have snow in the Holy Land.” Marian mused “It would be a shame if they did not.”
Guy longed to tell her of the rain, of the sudden but consistent downpours that soaked a man as soon as he stepped out from cover. He longed to tell her of the cleansing feeling but he could not.
“I do not know. Maybe.” He replied instead.
When she shivered Guy considered putting his arm around her shoulders. He decided against the action until she shivered again.
“You are cold. Here,” he moved closer so that their hips were touching and put his arm around her protectively. She did not resist or pull away; instead she relented and moved into his body and felt safe in the warmth of his leather. Although she was no longer cold she found herself shivering at the excitement of their close proximity. Her heart was racing again. Guy was sure he could feel it. Was this confirmation of her feelings for him? It had to be. His mind raced with all the possible consequences of this unexpected closeness and he squeezed her a little tighter in anticipation.
She looked up at the sudden change in Guy’s hold and wore an expression of confusion. Guy could not resist the little lines across her forehead and the vulnerability in her eyes. He leaned his head closer and kissed her. Caught up in the warmth and excitement, Marian kissed him back.
THE END! and also
001
002
003
004
Although, I won't be offended if you don't use them. I'm not the most graphically gifted!
Message to receiver: Argh, how much pressure did I feel making a gift for the person whose whole idea this thing was! But then I got an idea and it was fine. I do hope you like. Merry Christmas!