Marian of Knighton (_night_watchman) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-04-03 03:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, {guy of gisborne, {lady marian |
Characters: Marian and Open!
When: Durring this frantic message.
Location: Sleeper car # 14
Warnings/Rating: Sex maybe? Extreme horniness definitely. Language, well... Marian might use her version of 'language'.
Summary: It was horrible when even walking felt naughty.
Status: Plot!, Open!, Complete
Is this how loose women started? Have sex once and long for it with such an intensity that it was hard to focus on anything else? Perhaps that was how one chose weather to be a prostitute or not. And while Marian was a willful, bold, woman, she didn't quite consider herself loose after being with Robin once. This was worse that finding out if she sat to far forward on the saddle that it stroked... Shaking her head she rid herself of that thought. Of all words that hardened..."Damn it." She murmured. Was nothing safe anymore? Jaime had said that she had followed a trail for hours. Logan felt as if he were being attacked. No one had reported feeling... Strong bouts of yearning. Even a cold shower had not been sacred. Or helpful. In fact it had almost been anti-helpful. She was stronger than this! There had to be somewhere she drew the line. Leaning back against the wall beside her door, as the sight of either bed brought memories and daydreams of the perverse nature and had driven her out. She closed her eyes for a moment, but as soon as images began to form of their own accord -of denim wrapped legs, sensual kissable lips, course yet soft facial hair- she forced her eyes open. "Not helpful." She murmured. Marian was highly regretting her choice of attire. The leather trousers weren't the ones she'd chosen for mischief, and the halter top was a nod to the desert heat that poured into the open windows she had passed. But regardless of their intention, she felt... Sexy, in them. And hell was paved with the best intentions. Even with that as a thought it didn't urge her up off of her backside to change. The way the leather moved against her thighs stirred things up far to much. Would she be like this from now on? Until Kingdom come? The question was did it make her regret the choise to lay with Robin. And honestly? No it didn't. |