About to be Robbed, a GxM(NWM) ficlet
Title: About to be Robbed (or should we call it "Trick or Treat"?)
Characters: Guy/Marian (as the Nightwatchman)
Pairing: Guy/Marian
Rating: PG13-ish for violence, innuendo and shameless teasing.
Word count: 472
Spoilers: 1x12, AU - sadly.
Disclaimer: BBC and Tiger Aspect own Robin Hood 2006. No copyright infringement intended, no money being made. Guy and the characters belong to legend. Though the wonder of this particular Guy of Gisborne belongs to Richard Armitage.
Summary: An AU take on 1x12. Plan your night games strategically, unless you are prepared to be robbed instead of robbing.
A/N: Happy Halloween, everyone! I hope your tricking and treating went just as bad/well as Marian’s did. ;-) This is also a "Welcome home-ficlet" for gizxmaz
When Marian had knocked out the guards and sneaked into Locksley Manor, she could see Guy’s profile in the antechamber. For a moment, her resolve failed her, but she silently crept upstairs to the master bedchamber.
She bolted the door behind her and looked around - she had been her once before, the same week. Guy had showed her his fortune and while being intimidated, she had still been able to appreciate the fine new furniture and hangings of the room. This style was nothing like the way Robin or his late father had furnished the manor in their days. Grudgingly, she had to admire Guy’s superior taste.
But this was not the time for interior decoration. This was a time for looting her future husband. Again, she hesitated. Robbing was nothing she had done as the Nightwatchman. She had considered it, but never gone through with it. Robbing was Robin’s thing.
And then, as on a cue, there was commotion downstairs. She had not even begun digging out Guy’s stongbox!
“The Nightwatchman!” someone shouted downstairs and Marian’s heart leapt in fright. How had they noticed so soon? She ought to have dragged the guards away, she ought to have climbed into the window instead, she ought to have... stayed out of this. It was a foolhardy pursuit, way below her ambitions and way above her ability.
Someone was running upstairs, trying to open the bolted door and growling loudly when it did not give in.
Guy.
All she could hear was her beating heart and the blood drumming in her ears. She ran to the window - there were guards below. Marian panicked. A loud clunk was heard on the door. She turned around, startled. An axe! Guy grunted loudly as he swung the axe against the heavy oak door, every thrust sent a shock through Marian’s body. She was done for!
The axe went through the door and light shone in from the long, thin rupture where she could see Guy’s large, elegant hand reaching inside, grabbing the wood and almost caressing it. Next, she saw the flash of his bared teeth and his livid eyes.
“Time to play - Nightwatchman!” he snarled.
Play.
And the axe swung again, sending yet another quake through the house and Marian’s body.
Body.
Marian’s mind raced. It was a mad idea - but only the arousal of utter madness could save her now. Could she - ? Would it - ? Was he...
The axe made another rift in the door. Soon, Guy would be inside. Soon, she would be found out. Soon, she might face death - or something just as definite. Give or take. Give and take. The next dull thud of the axe against the door settled it.
Resolutely, Marian started to strip off all her clothes.
~fin~
Characters: Guy/Marian (as the Nightwatchman)
Pairing: Guy/Marian
Rating: PG13-ish for violence, innuendo and shameless teasing.
Word count: 472
Spoilers: 1x12, AU - sadly.
Disclaimer: BBC and Tiger Aspect own Robin Hood 2006. No copyright infringement intended, no money being made. Guy and the characters belong to legend. Though the wonder of this particular Guy of Gisborne belongs to Richard Armitage.
Summary: An AU take on 1x12. Plan your night games strategically, unless you are prepared to be robbed instead of robbing.
A/N: Happy Halloween, everyone! I hope your tricking and treating went just as bad/well as Marian’s did. ;-) This is also a "Welcome home-ficlet" for gizxmaz
When Marian had knocked out the guards and sneaked into Locksley Manor, she could see Guy’s profile in the antechamber. For a moment, her resolve failed her, but she silently crept upstairs to the master bedchamber.
She bolted the door behind her and looked around - she had been her once before, the same week. Guy had showed her his fortune and while being intimidated, she had still been able to appreciate the fine new furniture and hangings of the room. This style was nothing like the way Robin or his late father had furnished the manor in their days. Grudgingly, she had to admire Guy’s superior taste.
But this was not the time for interior decoration. This was a time for looting her future husband. Again, she hesitated. Robbing was nothing she had done as the Nightwatchman. She had considered it, but never gone through with it. Robbing was Robin’s thing.
And then, as on a cue, there was commotion downstairs. She had not even begun digging out Guy’s stongbox!
“The Nightwatchman!” someone shouted downstairs and Marian’s heart leapt in fright. How had they noticed so soon? She ought to have dragged the guards away, she ought to have climbed into the window instead, she ought to have... stayed out of this. It was a foolhardy pursuit, way below her ambitions and way above her ability.
Someone was running upstairs, trying to open the bolted door and growling loudly when it did not give in.
Guy.
All she could hear was her beating heart and the blood drumming in her ears. She ran to the window - there were guards below. Marian panicked. A loud clunk was heard on the door. She turned around, startled. An axe! Guy grunted loudly as he swung the axe against the heavy oak door, every thrust sent a shock through Marian’s body. She was done for!
The axe went through the door and light shone in from the long, thin rupture where she could see Guy’s large, elegant hand reaching inside, grabbing the wood and almost caressing it. Next, she saw the flash of his bared teeth and his livid eyes.
“Time to play - Nightwatchman!” he snarled.
Play.
And the axe swung again, sending yet another quake through the house and Marian’s body.
Body.
Marian’s mind raced. It was a mad idea - but only the arousal of utter madness could save her now. Could she - ? Would it - ? Was he...
The axe made another rift in the door. Soon, Guy would be inside. Soon, she would be found out. Soon, she might face death - or something just as definite. Give or take. Give and take. The next dull thud of the axe against the door settled it.
Resolutely, Marian started to strip off all her clothes.
~fin~