legendarymarian (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} legendarymarian) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
This really was getting a little too confusing. She couldn't see why not, after all what he was doing was keeping England alive, at least it was when she was back in Nottingham. But to think that he was still talked about centuries later?
Soon, curiousity took over confusion and she reached over to put her glass down and pick the book up, her hand staying in his. Reading the back of it, something she had failed to do when she picked it up.
"Oh..." she said before leaning it against her leg and opening it at a random place, reading it to herself.
Robin's strong arms lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather, her legs wrapping around his waist as she was pressed up against the bark of the tree. Soon, his rough hand was journeying up the expanse of Marian's leg, before it found her most intimate of places. With one single movement of his finger, he had her mewling as Marian threw her head back, her mouth open in...
"...Right," she said as she snapped the book shut, her cheeks turning bright red.