Intercomm - Ficlet - The Dark Horse
Title: The Dark Horse.
Author: dollysgirl04
Word Count: 537
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Sheriff Vaizey, Ghislaine (Guy’s mum), Guy of Gisborne, Vaizey/Ghislaine, mentions of Vaizey/Guy,
Spoilers/Warnings: Set pre-series. Warnings for a bit of sexy times and mentions of slash and the Sheriff’s devious mind so yeah, it’s quite dark. I should mention here that I am NOT implying that the Sheriff is Guy’s father and my timeline is probably off.
Summary: Many years after a rendezvous in France the Sheriff meets a man who catches his attention.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
The cool night is a relief on his over heated body; the taste of wine lingers on his tongue as he gazes out into the dark French evening sky.
“I thought you might be here,” She says with her silky heavily accented voice as she steps into view of the stables he’s leaning against.
The moonlight illuminates her pale skin and long dark tresses, the colour of her red gown is almost imperceptible in the pale light but the way it hugs every smooth curve of her body is very clear to him.
“Congratulation, you found me. Do you want a prize?” He growls sarcastically.
“Maybe,” She murmurs with a hint of a smirk touching her lips.
It’s enough to capture his interest.
“I thought you could use some company.” She says as she closes the gap between them to raise a soft hand to his cheek, thumb rubbing against the stubble of his jaw line.
She pulls his head down to meet hers in a swift kiss, the wicked smile on her face when she pulls back is anything but decent.
He has a feral grin wild enough to match hers as he grabs her by the waist and spins them around, pinning her between his body and the stable wall closely enough that his intentions can’t be mistaken.
He sets his mouth to work on the junction between her neck and shoulder and feels her shudder with pleasure beneath him; he set his hands to work on releasing her from her thick fabric prison as her hands find their way to palm him through his trousers.
A few moments and clothes later he finally manages to ease their ache.
They spend one desperate pleasure filled night together, the next day he leaves and thinks nothing more of Ghislaine, the girl he knows he will never see again.
It surprises Vaizey therefore when the memory is brought back sharply all these many years later when a man who is obviously her son walks confidently into his castle.
Guy of Gisborne.
“My Lord,” His voice purrs dark and delicious as hers but without the accent, his features so unmistakably hers mixed with some nobleman or another.
He’s young, an arrogant smirk lighting up his face is belied by a falter in his step and inwardly the newly appointed Sheriff grins. He’s trainable, cunning yet easily controllable, with a twist of his pride and a push in the right direction Vaizey knows he can make Gisborne do anything he wants him to.
Dark hair and black leather with a streak of smooth pale skin in-between, he can see it in his head, dark eyes flashing as Gisborne sinks to his knees in front of him, bruised lips wrapping around Vaizey’s straining hard…
He has to take a moment to remember that this is far too public a place to be getting excited.
He smiles at his new toy and Gisborne smiles back unwarily, too busy with his own plans of power to notice the depraved edge to the Sheriff’s grin.
Gisborne is like a stallion and like any stallion he needs to be broken, and Vaizey is going to enjoy every moment of breaking his pretty boy in.