Author's Note: Here's a steamy little one shot between Guy and Catrine. Enjoy, and as always, R&R :)
The lights of Locksley Manor seemed to glow brighter in the darkness of night more than usual, Guy thought as he rode his sleek, black stallion up towards the entrance. Slowing his horse outside the stable, Guy dismounted quickly, eager to step inside, eager to return to his home. Two weeks away on business for the Sheriff was far too much. Guy smirked to himself as he tossed the reins to his stable boy. The best part about leaving home is the warm welcome back, he laughed to himself in expectation.
Guy paused at the manor door. Catrine would already be asleep, unsuspecting, alone, and… eager to welcome him home. Once he surprised her and awakened her, that is. With a soft chuckle, Guy silently opened the door, stealing into the manor and walking up the stairs as quietly as he could. Just outside the bedroom door, he tilted his ear towards the wood, listening for her soft, sleeping breath.
But, that was not the sound from within the bedroom. Guy furrowed his brow and gripped the hilt of his sword at what he heard. The rustling of sheets. The soft rubbing of skin. Heavy labored breathing. And a familiar soft, low moan.
"Catrine…" Guy growled under his breath. He drew out his sword from his scabbard noiselessly. Overwhelmed with rage, Guy burst into the bedroom, ramming the door open with his broad shoulder. Guy peered into the darkness of the bedroom, faintly lit by candles and a dying fire. His burning gaze fixed on the bed, on his wife lying wrapped in the white sheets.
"I thought I hear you coming, Guy. Though I did not expect you to return so soon," Catrine spoke coolly, sitting up slightly in the bed, pulling the sheets higher over her.
"Don't lie to me. Where is he?" Guy's gravely voice echoed in the room as he strode over to the bed, his sword gripped tightly in his hand.
Catrine smiled and laughed, "Who?"
A leather glove reached down, throttling her pale neck. "I said, don't lie to me, Catrine," Guy said as he began to tighten his hold.
She craned her neck, trying to escape Guy's clenching fingers, and then she chuckled, her voice breathier under his grip, "You won't find anyone, my love. Just look around."
Guy sneered, narrowing his grey eyes at her, "If I find him, I will kill him… first." He let go of her throat and began searching the bedroom, knocking the chairs, thrusting his sword beneath the bed, turning over everything in the closet.
Catrine only laughed, "I don't quite follow what you're searching so furiously for, Guy."
Guy froze and turned to face her, staring intently, "I'm gone for two weeks, Catrine. Two weeks, and you see fit to make me a cuckold. You just couldn't wait for your own husband, could you, you whore."
"Well, two weeks is a long time, Guy," Catrine chuckled, laying back down in the bed, the white sheets covering her entire body.
He shook his head in disbelief and pointed his sword over her in bed, "Who have you had warming my sheets, Catrine?"
"Oh Guy," Catrine cooed, "You've searched everywhere for your answer, but you haven't yet searched the bed." She closed her eyes and adjusted her position in bed.
His lip twitched in a sneer as he reached one hand down to the cover, scrutinizing her face the entire time. Catrine began to smile, biting her lip and closing her eyes even tighter. And then she sighed. Deeply and longingly.
Guy had had enough, and with a swish of fabric, he flung away the sheets from the bed. Catrine opened her eyes, meeting his enraged look with one of dripping desire. Without the covering, Guy realized just what Catrine had meant. Her own hands explored every inch of her body, lightly tracing around her breasts, down her sides and between her thighs. Catrine bit her lip again, her stare still begging for Guy. Her hand wandered up her thighs, and she began to stroke herself, rubbing circles over her clit, knowing Guy watched each movement she made.
Then she sighed, leaned back and closed her eyes. "Two weeks is a long time, and the sheets did need warming," she chuckled, opening her eyes as she heard Guy sheath his sword. With her unoccupied hand, Catrine reached for his, pulling him into the bed. The leather of his glove felt cold on her skin as she placed his hand on her breast. Guy leaned over her, meeting her seductive smile with a hungry kiss. His kiss became suffocating as Catrine felt him remove hand from her, pulling off his gloves and casting them to the floor.
Guy lowered his body down alongside hers, his leather clothing cool and smooth against her. But his warm hands traveled over her body, finding her hands and matching their motions. Breaking from his kiss, Guy smirked down at Catrine, his eyes eagerly staring into hers, drinking in each time she sighed, each time her eyes fluttered shut, each time her back began to arch under his touch.
Feeling his hand between her thighs, Catrine withdrew her own. With a smile teasing the corner of her lip, she brought her hand up towards Guy, parting his lips with her fingers. His tongue licked away her wetness from her fingers, gently and warmly sucking on each finger that she placed in his mouth. She let her hand fall away behind her head, closing her eyes as his fingers began to trace harder and faster over her clit. At last, she felt each and every muscle in her body flood with warmth and tighten in ecstasy. Her other hand gripped the sheets beside her, feeling the coldness of leather and linen flame against her pounding, racing pulse.
She relaxed with a pleasured sigh, opening her eyes to Guy's knowing, contented smirk above her. He leaned down closer to her, bringing his hand to her mouth as well. Meeting his hand with hers, Catrine guided his wet fingers between her lips, sucking way the stickiness from each of his fingers in turn. Guy chuckled, pulling his hand away and beginning to unhook the clasps to his jacket. "Are the sheets warm enough for your liking now, Catrine?" he whispered as he tossed the leather jacket to the floor, turning around and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed to pull off his boots.
Catrine sat up, moving behind him and reaching around his waist. She pressed her head against the top of his shoulder; her hands began removing the buckle of his belt, pushing the leather strap to the floor. "Not yet, my love,'' she whispered into his ear and kissed along the back of his neck, lifting up the black linen tunic from his body. Hearing his other boot clatter against the wooden floor, Catrine laughed, pulling Guy back into bed with all her strength. She ran one hand under his tunic and pinned Guy down to the bed, pressing into the very center of his chest and leaning down over him with a smirk.
Guy ran his hand up into her dark-blonde hair, bringing her lips to his once more. She pressed her lips to his, then opened her mouth with a sigh, feeling him smile beneath her kiss. Nipping his lips once, Catrine pushed the tunic higher along his body, pulling it off from his head and guiding his muscular arms from the sleeves.
Catrine propped herself up beside him, lightly fingering the definitions of his sinewy chest, her touch traveling lower and lower. She chuckled and slowly bit her lip once more, gazing into his hungry grey eyes, "You know how much I just can't stand cold sheets, Guy."