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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 6, 2009 7:36:41 GMT 1
He found himself leaning forward so his forehead rested against hers when her hands moved the front of his trousers, breathing heavily. He was almost scared to move his own hands now, scared of changing something. Every time they had come to this point so far, something had happened to stop them.
So he kept both his hands around her, resting on her lower back, stroking the smooth skin repeatedly. This had to happen her way.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 6, 2009 12:10:32 GMT 1
She took a deep breath, smiling at the feel of his hands on her back. The nerves were kicking in, and she was worried that she would become too scared. But she wanted this. She loved him and wanted this.
After a moment, the ties were undone, and she bit her lip looking up at him. After all, she did not know if she should keep going and remove them or if that was something he should do.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 6, 2009 14:02:51 GMT 1
Robin gave her a gentle smile, seeing how nervous she was. He brought his hands to the front of the trousers she wore, pulling gently at the lacing in them to loosen them. That done, he kissed her deeply, pulling her body flush against his again.
He did not want this to be some awkward, rushed experience for her. He leant back enough to look at her, letting her know by stopping that he wanted her to make the next move.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 6, 2009 14:07:42 GMT 1
She moaned into his mouth, her hands falling to his trousers. Taking a deep breath, she pulled away, slowly pushing his trousers down, kneeling as she did so, pulling off his boots so she could remove them. Keeping her eyes on him, she stood back up, kicking her own boots to the side, and pulling her own trousers off.
"I'm nervous," she whispered, looking up at him, biting her lip.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 6, 2009 14:41:54 GMT 1
"Come here," he said quietly, pulling her close. The sensantion of her body pressed against his was electrifying, but he pushed the feeling down as he wrapped his arms around her, his mouth by her ear. "You have no reason to be nervous."
He was glad they were so deep in the forest, the trees around them so dense. It gave her one less reason to be worried. He pulled her slowly down with him, laying back on the ground so she was above him. He looked up at her, his hand moving to her face, brushing a thumb across her cheek.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 6, 2009 22:27:54 GMT 1
She wrapped her arms around him tightly when he pulled her to him, the first time they had held each other with no barrier between them. She could feel her stomach flip with nerves, despite his attempts to calm them. After all, she could not help but feel nervous knowing what they were moments from.
She let him pull her down, trying to get comfortable when he pulled her above him. Leaning into his touch, she knew she still looked nervous, but hoped he would not confuse this with her not wanting to go through with it.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 7, 2009 1:18:13 GMT 1
Robin smiled at the expression on her face, kissing it away. "So serious, my love," he teased, not unkindly.
He brushed the hair back from her face, his own expression turning slightly more serious. "I don't want to make you any more nervous than you are. Maybe," he smiled, "maybe you should tell me what it is that you want."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 7, 2009 1:38:36 GMT 1
She looked down at him when he suggested how to calm her nerves, her eyebrow raised. What she wanted? She thought that was obvious. Of course, she was far more innocent when it came to such a situation as this and was not too sure exactly what he wanted her to say to him.
"I want you, Robin," she said, frowning in confusion.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 7, 2009 1:45:12 GMT 1
"Well, I'd certainly hope so," he said with a laugh. "But not quite what I meant, Marian."
He took her arms and moved her off him, sitting up. "Maybe I should be a bit more literal." He lay her back, leaning over her. He pressed a kiss to her mouth before moving lower, his mouth working its way lower as his hand trailed slowly up her thigh.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 7, 2009 1:50:42 GMT 1
She let him lay her back, returning the kiss when his lips found hers. Soon his lips were travelling down her skin. She bit her lip, feeling his hand trail up her thigh.
"What are you doing?" she found herself asking before she could think over whether talking now was a good idea.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 7, 2009 2:02:21 GMT 1
Robin managed to avoid rolling his eyes, but it was a close thing. He had to remember she was rather new to all this. Stilling his hand, he sat back far enough to look at her.
"I am hoping to help you relax a little, my love. Do you trust me?"
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 7, 2009 2:08:05 GMT 1
She looked down at him as he moved to look up at her. Make her relax? At this point in time sge thought little could relax her, her nerves were too strong. But then he was asking her a question...A question she had no doubt over the answer.
"Yes."
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 7, 2009 2:14:21 GMT 1
He smiled at her answer, lifting her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
"Good. Then trust me, you will like this," he could not stop the smirk as he said it, lowering his mouth back to her skin. His hand slid higher, fingers trailing lightly across the skin to settle at her hip as his mouth moved lower. When he had reached his intended destination, he kept his hold on her hip, sincerely hoping she would be able to hold back her questions this time as he endeavoured to make her feel good. Hopefully better than good.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 7, 2009 2:27:07 GMT 1
Marian watched as his kisses lowered, her eyes going wide when she realised where he was going to stop. Soon, she had no time to stop, her head falling back against the forest floor with a thump. She had never felt this good before, and found her hand running down to grab at his hair. She could feel the heat settle within herself, genntle moans coming from her mouth. If trusting him meant this, she would tell him how much she trusted him far more often.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 7, 2009 2:35:40 GMT 1
Robin smiled against her skin when her hand grabbed at his hair, hearing her moan. She really was new to the experience, untouched and innocent. He was thrilled that he was the one able to give her this.
He felt her tense under him but did not stop his actions, knowing how close she was. He stroked his thumb across the skin where hip met thigh, his hand holding her gently down.
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