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Post by Robin Of The Woods on Feb 9, 2011 22:42:41 GMT -5
Silly little women; this was twice now that she had done as she did; agreeing and then backtracking to ask for his terms. Silly woman needed to learn how to handle a man before she got her self killed. not that Robert cared; really why should he? She was a noble and a royal one at that! Another man's wife and not his trouble; besides if she learned to stop going out on secret little missions for herbs then she could have knights to protect her ever stray hair.
"Oh, I don't want your money; sweetheart." He told her with a charming smile in his tone; mixed with allot of arrogance. "You have something I much rather from you." He let that sit there for a moment, letting her assume he was talking about sex before going on to put her mind at ease. "I happen to know an old monk that can secretly get you what you want and keep you rolling in the stuff. However, it will cost you favors."
"The sort that should you tell anyone about; would come back to bit you in the ares, and cause you a bit of discomfort in your sewing group or whatever it is that women do." He was talking about her power, and him wanting access to it. "Lets just say, that should I need to get into the castle one night; I would expect your windows to be unlocked and no guards to be waiting to pounce on me when I walked out the door."
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Post by isabel on Feb 10, 2011 23:22:56 GMT -5
So he just wanted to be able to get into the castle safely without being bothered? Isabel considered this; there was nothing in the castle that he could really take that would harm anything, but John had been in such moods lately… and what if it was Robin’s intent to harm John? She couldn’t let him in just so that he could do that to her husband! But she paused. Other than the fact that he was a rogue, why would letting him in, if it protected her, be so bad?
…Oh. Oh. He wanted to go into her room because… because… “You foul-minded ruffian!” she cried indignantly, turning her face away from him as if she could make him go away – no such luck. Still, she would never admit it to him, but there was something almost exciting, in a frightening way, about a rugged, rough man sneaking into her room at night and ravishing her… She swallowed hard. “If this is what I must do…” She said slowly, more resignedly.
Favors did make it sound especially risqué. Of course she had to assume he was talking about sex. What else did favors entail, when he was talking like that? She bit her lips thoughtlessly, nervously, then realized it would make them redder; all to her benefit, and looked up at him. “Why would you want to come into the castle?” she asked. “You have me alone right here.” Not the wisest thing to point out if she wished to avoid things, but better to get it over with than have John find out by having the man come into her bedroom and be found.
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Post by Robin Of The Woods on Feb 11, 2011 0:13:46 GMT -5
Foul-minded ruffian? Finally! Something lady like that he recognized! Women were cute little creatures of mystery, but one thing that never surprised him was how bad they cured or how soft their 'bad language' really was. Her words only made him chuckle and pulled her tighter ageist him; "As charming as your--" He stole a glance down her dress before looking away and finishing his words; "--assets are, sweetheart; I am not after your body."
"If I wanted a quick tumble; I could get it allot easier at the local tavern and by the by; a hell of a lot cheaper." He was trying to make his point rather then fully insult her. "Having access to a quick way in and out of the castle is all I would ask from you." This coming from the man who had set fire tot he sheriff's bed while he was in it, and also attempted to burn down the sheriff's carriage while the sheriff was riding in it as well. Robert wasn't know as an peaceful man. He did not doubt she could guess why he wanted a way in and out.
"Unless you have something better to offer me." He knew that he could not trust her, and even if he used her room to go in and out that each time he would be risking his life; but if she agreed when when he needed a distraction he could let her set a trap for him and he could spring it just for fun.
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Post by isabel on Feb 15, 2011 12:43:01 GMT -5
Isabel stared at him in shock, her mouth agape. How dare he speak in such a way to a princess! “You vulgar hedonist…” she murmured, somewhat shocked into silence. She crimsoned as he peeked down her dress, but could not quite quelch the feeling of flattery by feeling indignant, and she swallowed hard. He was horrible, horrible! First, to talk about her that way, and then to say talk of… tumbling!
“If you wished to offend me, you have already done it well enough,” she added, with a sniff. This was certainly not the way to get on her good side. And why would she let him into the castle? He would hurt John, and though she was mad at him sometimes, she loved him and she didn’t want him to die, because that would mean that if he wasn’t prince, she wasn’t the princess, and that was the most horrifying thing of all.
It irked her more than it should that he did not want to get a… a tumble with her. This wasn’t as horrifying and exciting as she’d thought. (Though he had complimented her “assets.”) If he really wanted her, she couldn’t have stopped him, and since he wasn’t taking that chance, maybe he didn’t. And he was a rugged, handsome, virile man… One who could perhaps get her a son where John couldn't... though he didn't have to know that... “I offer you… my jewels… the fruits of my land… myself,” she said finally, her voice lower, husky and almost a whisper, against his ear.
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Post by Robin Of The Woods on Feb 15, 2011 13:38:12 GMT -5
When he had been a simple Earl; women had offered themselves up to him. There had been a little dance about it; where she would pretend to be a woman of virtue and he would pretend to be whatever he thought would work faster. In the end it would be short and sweet before she would return to her husband and he would move on to his real life. It might not have been honorable but it had been a way to help pass by the hours of idle boredom before he joined the knight of England. Then there was no boredom; just more work to be done and another war to fight.
When he was outlawed; women started almost physically throwing them selves at him; and this time he knew better then to take as the easiest way to get caught was with your pants down. He would admit to being temped by the spoiled little princess; as she was beautiful. Still; he knew just how to change her mood and prove that this wasn't an adventure for her. He let his hand that was on her waist, slide up a few inches to just skim the under sides of her breast before starting a slow track down to the center of her hips before -- kicking the horse into a strong gallop.
She wasn't a fan of horses and this would stir her up a bit; see about reminding her he was the frightening outlaw and she was the helpless royal. Besides he was enjoying a bit of the view as the horse bounced her around.; but he knew better then to dally with someone who would turn him in at a moment's notice. Anyone offering them selves this quickly wasn't doing for emotions or loyalties. They thought they had something to gain; he wasn't about to be used that way. "What a naughty little wife; offering to chuckhold her husband with his enemy." He told her with a tease in his tone.
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Post by isabel on Feb 15, 2011 14:50:16 GMT -5
If this was what it was going to take for her husband to give her attention once more, and treat her like she deserved, then so be it. She was sure that this would not be so terrible; after all, it was going to be pleasurable, if Robin was as skilled and passionate as the rumors said. Assuming he was actually going to do it. He was a man, after all, and what kind of man – if he was really a man – turned down a woman who was willingly offering herself up to him? It would probably take more than one try to get pregnant, but she was going to have a day till the ransom came, she suspected…
Her heart was pounding and her breathing was more rapid when his fingers slid up her sides and skimmed her breast. She was sensitive to his touch, but then suddenly they lurched into a gallop, and she gasped, clinging to him more tightly, pressing herself against him as her breasts bounced and her face was buried against him. If he was trying to frighten her, he had done so successfully, but she was also excited, left breathless… Maybe this wasn’t so horrible…
“You haven’t seen yet just how naughty I can be,” she said huskily, looking up at him from under thick dark lashes as she tilted her head up, her lips parted temptingly, as if preparing for a probing, bruising kiss from a rogue man. She wasn’t stupid; she knew he was teasing her, but she felt it fair to justify herself. “You don’t know what it’s like. He can’t love me like you could.” This was true; he had been ignoring her lately, and Robin was something new and exciting and rough. And, he hadn’t been able to get her pregnant, but maybe Robin could.
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Post by Robin Of The Woods on Feb 18, 2011 0:33:54 GMT -5
It wasn't as much fun when she wasn't crying out and begging him to stop; so Robert slowed the horse down and jumped off it; before pulling her down with him. They would walk the rest of the way as it wasn't far and if she was walking she just might do less talking. He stood over her before looking down at the 'princess'. "Why would a princess whore her self out to an outlaw? You answer me that, darling; before we take this conversation any further then it is going already. For all I know you might be trying to give me the pox in effort to help your husband get rid of me."
He was try trying to shock her and annoy her into acting like a kidnapped victim rather then trying to seduce him. He might steal a kiss from her later on; he always did when he robed the ladies, but she was just being desperate. He'd known her less then an hour and she was claiming he was a better lover then her husband! She was supposed to be out here looking for the herb to help her give her husband heirs! Not trying to roll in the mud with him and his; and even if he DID decide to take her up on her offer and dip into her girly parts then how they hell would she explain it if she got her self all---OH BLOODY HELL! That was her plan?! Wasn't it!? To try to get her heir and either make John think it was his or rub it in the prince's face that it wasn't.
Had he not been already been aimed at a being hanged, drawn and quartered THAT would get him there REAL quick. As it was; Robert could only stare at her in a mask of emotion. She might not know it; but she had just scared the hell out of him; and he was debating on just leaving her here and forgoing the random money. Women were dangerous; and even if he did not play slap and tickle with her; who would disbelieve her claims that he had not? Yeah; Bloody Hell Indeed!
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Post by isabel on Feb 20, 2011 14:20:25 GMT -5
Isabel gasped and scowled at him. "The pox!" she repeated indignantly. "Wherever would I contract that? Unlike you, I whore myself out to no one--" Even though at this moment she was trying to do just that "--and I am far more trustworthy than you. I'm the one taking a risk here." She paused to fix her hair which had been mussed after the ride before continuing, "And I'm taking that risk because my husband hasn't done the job that I think you might be able to. I'm no blushing virgin and this could be pleasurable for both of us."
Seeing he wasn't very convinced, Isabel huffed in resignation. "Fine. You get to come in to the castle, but you may not hurt my husband." Not that she trusted him or anything to do so. "You can have whatever you wish. It isn't as if they aren't replaceable." And no one would ever know that she had let him in. He was supposed to be a wonderful bandit; he wouldn't need the help of a prince to get in. He could tell people she had, if for some reason he chose to do so, but they wouldn't believe him. If they did for some reason believe a lying disreputable scoundrel, she would figure her way out of things. It didn't matter what anyone thought as long as her husband still favored her.
She had already conceded enough, and she was getting impatient. If he left her here alone, she would die. She needed him. He knew that. But she wanted him to think he needed her too. "You can either try to get me pregnant, or I'll lie and say you raped me. You can have a good time or just have people think you did. Understand that I need to have an heir. That's all I need. There's nothing I could gain from harming you, and everything to gain from having a son - it doesn't matter if it's really my husband's, as long as he thinks it is." Folding her arms under her chest and leaning towards him, she said, "So. Assuming I've gotten all of this into your thick skull by now, what's your choice?"
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