Marian felt as if her soul had ached for this very thing for years. Yet they had only known one another for a couple of months. The strength of her attraction to him had felt that strong. And it wasn't something she could explain. It seemed as if cupid said damn the bow and arrow, and settled with teeth. And bit her hard. When he had been sightless and one handed, she had shamelessly flirted. She had pushed herself farther than she should have on their walks, because she hadn't wanted them to end... And now here she was, on his lap, naked as the day she was born. "Next time." Her lips promised. But would she be more patient? She didn't dare question if there would be a next time. The look on his face, she didn't doubt her own mirrored it, was enough to tell her there would be. Unless something drastic happened to change their course.
His lips swallowed up what would have been another sound of pleasure, the sound came but it was muffled, as his hips came up to meet hers. Her hands slid around his shoulders, as his did around her, there was no space in her mind for it to mark the different feel of each hand when her chest pressed against his. The only thoughts were how deliciously full she felt. Yet her body burned for more. Ached for more. Yet she didn't give into that greed, not right away. It had been a while. And she'd been grievously injured in between. So she gave her muscles a minute to grow used to him. A minute for the slickness and warmth envelop him.
And then she began to move. Slow at first. Until she was sure that she wouldn't hurt herself. That this wouldn't become painful. And when she didn't feel that warning burn in her middle telling her that she was moving wrong, or that she should stop, she gave an almost joyful thrust of her hips. Guy's sword had not taken that from her, as it promised to do.