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25 January 2012 @ 10:10 pm
Close your Eyes (Guy/Marian one-shot) R  
SUMMARY: There's more to see than just with sight.

AUTHOR: Lexie aka


FANDOM: Robin Hood

PAIRING: Guy/Marian

Disclaimer: Tiger Aspect Productions and the BBC are free to claim whatever they own of this piece, except Guy's thoughts and my words which are ours to keep. lol.

A/N: this is another reworking of an old fic of mine originally written for a different fandom. It's set after Treasure of the Nation (Series 2- Episode 11) and diverts from canon after that.


You are lying naked on the fine linen sheets of my four-poster bed. And now that your limbs are no longer desperately entwined with mine- seeking to be permanently filled to chase away that feeling of emptiness that has been there for months- you look at me with different eyes, eyes that belong to the young woman who’s given up on love and life and settled for an eternal afterthought. I see again the usual bitter animosity that resides in them when you’re his, and I hate him for his intruding in this room- our room since you came to me after our return from the Holy Land.

I could leave these tousled sheets, get dressed and be what everyone expects to see when they look at me outside this room. However, I feel the need to show you there’s more than blood and bone we share. I too have given up on love and life and it’s only in this bed that I feel and breathe. You’ve settled for an afterthought while I’ve been one most of my life. We’ve been hurt, abandoned and betrayed time and time again. We wear this cynical armour to hide what is really inside. Although I still don’t know what’s finally pushed you into my arms, I know it’s only when your brown hair is splayed across my pillow and you arch your supple curves to make our coupling deeper that you let yourself be who you really are. Neither of us is an afterthought in this bed, in this room; and today I feel the need to cling to that. It’s a need that’s been growing deeper and bigger with every new encounter.

I stretch out an arm across the chasm you brought back to our shared refuge the minute you let him come between us again. This isn’t me begging; I would never willingly suffer the indignity of being rejected again. I’m reaching out for what I know is mine for the taking. I can feel you fight the sensations which my hand provokes in you as it traces your thigh, the curve of your hip, your waist and then runs up your flank to cup one smooth breast, which grows fuller under my expert caresses. I read betrayal in your eyes when a moan escapes your mouth and you press closer, yearning to be touched. I want to erase that look from your eyes; it has no room in this bed because it puts a veil in front of them and doesn’t let you see what is really there.

Soon there are just a few inches between us and both our breaths have grown heavier. I thread my fingers through your hair and bring your lips close to mine. I wait for you to make a move. I feel your pebbled peaks chafing against my chest and your feminine core beckoning to be filled again. I let my hand roam your bare back while Robin’s sidekick wages her own personal battle with your other self- the Marian Fitzwalter who fought next to me to bring down the devil when the survival of Nottingham was at stake. I feel a puff of warm breath against my lips as you breach the short distance which separates us and the evidence of my desire is finally cradled between your thighs. I know you’re expecting me to take what I want, but I won’t until you see what is really there.

There’s a fleeting look of confusion in your blue orbs when you don’t feel me move and then a glint of rebelliousness which is more Marian’s than the sidekick’s. I want to stoke that feeling because I know it’s the only way you won’t put at stop to this thing that you started the morning you came to me at Locksley. I can’t let you go back permanently to whom you’re outside this haven because then I’d have to go back to the numb void that is my life beyond this room. I let my hand smooth down your back once again and stop just above your buttocks and that gives you the little push you need to fuse our lips in an open-mouthed kiss and seek the friction your bundle of nerves desperately needs.

I roll us over the bed and take control of the kiss, suddenly unable to restrain that yearning to feel which has been haunting me of late. You’re clinging to me as if you were afraid to find out you aren’t what I want after all. You wriggle under me to hook your ankles around my hips, and I pull my mouth away from yours reluctantly to look at your face. It’s at that moment- when I’m a stroke away from making you mine for the second time today- that his sidekick chooses to make an appearance again.

I can’t let Robin ruin this too. I can’t let him take away from me the only stolen moments of real connection I have left in my life. I run my hands down the suddenly coiled muscles of your thighs, holding your gaze with mine.

“Close your eyes,” I murmur, hoping my voice doesn’t sound as shaky as I’m feeling.

I keep rubbing up and down your legs, praying he’ll set you free- at last- to be able to see what is really there and not what he and the others always expect there to be.

It's more than blood and bone we share.

“Close them, Marian,” I insist gently, cupping your cheek.

And you do. And I breathe again as you press forward and invite me to sheathe myself in your welcoming warmth once again.

We're all the same when you are blind.

And the frenzy that seized us a few minutes ago gives way to a languorous rocking.

There's more to see than just with sight.
So close your eyes and see what's there;
You see more blind than when you stare.

Your hands look blindly for mine; our fingers entwine and- leaning forward to breach any distance that might be left between us- I press our hands at both sides of your head on the pillow.

As my lips hover above your panting mouth and the gentle swaying turns more urgent, you flutter your eyes open again.

“Close your eyes, Marian,” I say breathless. “I want you to see.”

And you do. And I breathe.

We're not so different when you are blind.

A/N: The lines in italics belong to the poem “Close your Eyes” by Alison Rotmark

If you liked this, you can check out my other Guy one-shots-
"Remember" and "Touch Me".
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
rjforap: RArjforap on January 26th, 2012 03:23 am (UTC)
Wow! The temperature just went up several degrees in here. *Fans self* You are just outdoing yourself. Thanks and keep up the good work! :)
lillianschild: shy smilelillianschild on January 26th, 2012 03:48 am (UTC)
Glad you liked it thus much. I appreciate the compliment. :)
Maddarilke: Guy  of Gisborne always a pleasuremaddarilke on January 26th, 2012 07:35 pm (UTC)
Lovely, lovely, lovely!!! :) Thank you for alerting me. It was a nice way to break up my day!!! XO
lillianschild: pensive guylillianschild on January 27th, 2012 03:46 pm (UTC)
Pleased to know you appreciated the break. ;)
CorporateBabe: harrycorporatebabe on January 26th, 2012 09:58 pm (UTC)
Awesome, I loved it! Would love to see a continuation on this but I guess then it wouldn't be a one shot...
lillianschild: shy smilelillianschild on January 27th, 2012 03:49 pm (UTC)
There's never enough Guy but I think this fic would lose some of its power and impact if I were to continue it.

Hopefully, my muse will come up with more of the Black Knight in the future.
piphilosophy on January 27th, 2012 06:24 am (UTC)
This piece is so sensual and your skill with words gives it all such a rich texture. You don't just read but feel your writing. So evocative and moving. Love it :)
lillianschild: melancholy guylillianschild on January 27th, 2012 03:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks for your beautiful words. I truly apprecaite them.
Thymelady: gxm_salvationthymelady on January 27th, 2012 08:48 am (UTC)
Ohh, so lovely! Hot and thought-provoking!
lillianschild: guyxmarian comfortlillianschild on January 27th, 2012 04:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Pleased to know you've enjoyed it.
onemorelurker1onemorelurker1 on January 27th, 2012 10:43 pm (UTC)
Very intense, thank you for sharing!
lillianschild: rejected guylillianschild on January 29th, 2012 03:08 pm (UTC)
And thank you for reading it and taking the time to reply!
aoxelfrieda: guy yellowaoxelfrieda on January 28th, 2012 09:40 am (UTC)
Whew, that was hot! You handle the sexual scenes very well, I think.
Really liked this line:
"You’ve settled for an afterthought while I’ve been one most of my life. "
lillianschild: woobie guylillianschild on January 29th, 2012 03:13 pm (UTC)
I'm not a smut-writer. I prefer innuendo and sensuality to graphic sex so it's a real compliment when someone finds these scenes in my fics hot and well-written.

The line you quoted is a favourite of mine as well. :)
angeliquesance: Guy Of Gisborneangeliquesance on January 28th, 2012 03:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks for sending a special information about your new one-shot!
This is really beautiful, but something makes me sad by reading it. It feels like Marian is not wholly with Guy. I can't explain it better. But it's still beautiful. Thanks for sharing. And please, write more of Guy and Marian.
I've seen your site on wattpad. I like it, that you put a cover to every story. I copy them in my ebook-reader, too.
lillianschild: begging guylillianschild on January 29th, 2012 03:23 pm (UTC)
Glad to know you find my work worthy enough to save it to re-read. :)
What you felt while reading this piece is exactly what I meant when penning it. The mood is sad and Marian is a mess. Her heart's being pulled in two directions. Though she seems to have no future with Robin- I leave it to you to decide whether she's finally realised she'll never be first with the archer-she still wants to resist the pull she feels towards Guy.

As you said, part of her still wishes she could have Robin love her the way Guy does. Probably, she even wishes the archer could make her feel what Guy does in that room. She definitely hates herself for feeling the way she does and there are moments she hates Guy for having her "betray" Robin despite herself.

Poor Guy!
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lillianschild: guymarian approachlillianschild on January 29th, 2012 03:07 pm (UTC)
Re: Close Your Eyes
Thanks oince again for adding another piece of mine to the library. It's truly appreciated.
flannery?xenobius on February 21st, 2012 08:09 pm (UTC)
Whenever Guy says close your eyes, I was reminded of how my 8th grade teacher would say that if we are ever in a situation in which we have to kiss someone ugly, just turn off the lights so we can't see them lol. :'( it's different here, but I guess Guy wants Marian for himself here for once, and not her feeling like she's torn between him and Robin. Also, I really liked how gentle Guy is...and I especially liked how you wrote Marian searching for Guy's hands blindly. Blind trust is good sometimes haha :)