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Post by Robin Of The Woods on Feb 27, 2012 2:46:59 GMT -5
Bloody Effing Hell. He was going to get caught. Apparently the sheriff meant it when he said 'every guard I have will not rest until your dead' because ever friggin' guard that the city had seemed to be out; about; and where he needed to go! Tucking into the tavern; Robert moved toward the back trying to find a place to hid. Really! Set on little carriage on fire! (and a bed); and these people acted like you were the devil in human form!
Granted; the sheriff had been IN both of them when the fires were set; but he got out with just a few burnt hairs.
By the time he got toward the back; guard were there. He knew they were near the front; and with his luck he knew they'd come in here. Robert turned ad started heading toward the kitchen; planning to hide there but he heard guards at the back kitchen door. DAMN THEM! Looking back he noticed the guards coming into the tavern; and he decided desperate times called for desperate measures. With that; Robin turned towards the back (finding a familer face!) and moved toward it. He walked up behind her; waited until she was near a door; and then clamped a hand over her mouth pulling her thought he door way.
He didn't stop to look to see where they were; not caring if it was a closet; whore room; or ally way.. "Marian;" He greeted as he turned her t press her back toward the wall; "I know. I am a scoundrel; improper meanice; and a blackguard damned t hell. Say what you want but waited five minutes to do it. And I owe you one hell of a favor." Foots steps at the door told him the guards would come though it any moment. "And I apologize in advance." With that he reached for her bodice; gave it a sharp pull to loosen it; and then went down on one knee; and pulled her skirt over his head so the guards would not think it Robert; but a customer under their. And leaving Robert staring at everything under there.
[TAG: Marian Cooper]
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Post by Marian Cooper on Feb 27, 2012 4:51:28 GMT -5
 It was a busy night in the tavern, so busy that Marian hardly took notice of the guards appearing at every entrance, except to note that they were probably going to drive her customers away. Instead she grabbed another round of drinks for the rowdy table in the back, delivered them with a perky smile and pretended not to notice when they gaped down her neckline, laughing at their jokes before she headed back to the bar. Her work might be exhausting, but at least it was mind-numbingly easy; drunks didn't make for scintillating conversationalists.
She had only paused for a moment to wipe her brow, when she felt a hand clamp over her mouth and another around her middle, dragging her backwards. She screamed, but the sound was muffled, and in the din of the tavern she could probably scream as loud as she wanted and no heads would turn. It didn't stop her from trying, of course, even as the flickering candlelight of the tavern was replaced by the dim illumination of a single torch, a room Marian recognized as a store room. Running out of breath, she let her screaming die down and drew a shuddering, fearful breath, only now remembering that she could fight back, muscles tensing even as she was forcefully shoved back against a wall, about to lash out when she saw...Robert?
"What are you doing?! Let go of me!" She demanded, her voice a little raspy from screaming, barely registering all that he was saying. In advance? What the hell was he apologizing in advance for, after he'd already assaulted her and scared her half to death?! Then he was tearing her bodice open, and she only now noticed the sound of heavy boots just outside the door, remembering the sudden presence of guards in the bar. So...he was about to get caught by the Sheriff's men, and he decided now was the appropriate time to be getting all hot and sweaty?! She would never understand men.
"Are you insane?!" She hissed, her eyes widening when he got to his knees before her, realizing that he did plan to hide, and momentarily seized by too much shock to do anything about it. By the time she recovered her senses, she could hear voices outside the door, the guards bullying the tavern keep into letting them check the place out. She glanced towards the door to see shadows moving under it, and she clapped a hand over her own mouth to try and calm her rapid, shallow breathing, aware that she was trembling. When she saw the door start to open, she closed her eyes, and tightened her free hand into a fist over her stomach, heat rising in her cheeks, and even more embarrassingly, other places too. [/size] |
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Post by Robin Of The Woods on Feb 28, 2012 1:22:10 GMT -5
Bloody hell; she lacked clothing under here! Robert could hear footsteps and voices; but he could not move his eyes. Reaching for her leg's he quickly pulled each knee on his shoulder and supported her with his body while the wall held her upright. She was open and bare to him; and he was fairly certain that if the guards came a moment later he WOULD be doing what he was only trying to make it look like he was doing.
He could hear the door open; and a manly chuckle before the door shut. He was in the clear for now; but moving would take more effort then he had to spare. His face was so close; and and Robert even leaned in slightly . . .
Before pulling quickly back. Bloody Hell someone up there loved her; because he didn't know how he pulled back. His own body ached and burned. The air out from under her skirt was cool; but he still did not stand. Sliding back to rest against the wall; Robert looked up at the servant and was suddenly much more aware of her then ever before. "Bloody hell Marian; so you smell so damn good down there." NOW maybe she'd smack him and they could go back to how things had been.
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Post by Marian Cooper on Feb 28, 2012 1:49:57 GMT -5
 Marian gave an involuntary squeak, muffled by her hand over her mouth when he touched her legs, pulling them out from under her, and she tried not to think about what he was doing...but dammit, she could feel his breath hot on her skin! Maybe it was a good thing he was holding her upright, because right about now she felt pretty certain that her knees would have given way. She clutched at the smooth surface of the wall behind her for some sort of purchase, but her palm came flat on the wall.
She would have loved to be able to relax after the door closed, but that was when her breath hitched again because for some reason his breath suddenly felt closer, warmer, and her eyes flew open as she wondered what he was playing at; he was supposed to be hiding! Heat spread through her body, only she wasn't sure if it was from her complete and utter humiliation, or from the way his breath was tickling her in ways she hadn't felt in far too long.
She let her breath out in a rush, her hand falling away from her mouth when he put her legs back under her and moved back. She closed her eyes again, her legs giving out from under her and she dropped down to sit next to him, leaning back against the wall and drawing in deep breaths. When he spoke, she turned her head to look at him, and rolled her eyes at his words, then laughed slightly, almost awkwardly. "Bloody hell Robert!" She repeated his words back at him, shaking her head. "Don't you know you ought to buy a girl a drink before you go trying to get into her skirts? It's only decent." She scolded, only half teasing. She gave a sigh, then looked to him with a slightly mischievous smile. "So what did you do to set the Sheriff off like this? Piss in his wine goblet?" [/size][/color] |
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