Guy's Unexpected Marriage

Chapter Four: "The Kiss."

A/N: Gisborne Castle is portrayed by Eilean Donan Castle. Google it. It's beautiful. Lady Kate is portrayed by the lovely Eva Green. I'll do my best to describe her but that kind of beauty is beyond words. Guy is of course played by the sexy Richard Armitage. This is a Guy/OC fic so anyone not on board with that needs to back out now. I've had some people complain about putting an OC with regular characters so now I always put a little warning in. This is in no way a Guy/Marian fic. In fact, it's very anti-Marian. She'll be portrayed as bitchy and manipulative because that's kind of the way she is. Don't like it, hit the back button. And flames will be used to roast marshmallows. This takes place in season two at the beginning right when Marian and Guy get chummy again. Oh, and her singing voice is played by Orla Fallon from Celtic Woman. And we're ignoring season three, which I didn't see. Review please!

Guy passed a servant on his way to Lady Kate's rooms and asked if she was awake. The servant, a young, frightened girl, said she was, and in her sitting room working on some embroidery. He frowned, remembering that that's what Marian had been doing when she'd refused him. Would Lady Kate still want him? Had she changed her mind? The idea made him unhappy though he couldn't understand why.

He arrived at Lady Kate's sitting room door and stood there for a long moment as he had at Marian's, only this time the anxiety, other than a few butterflies, was gone. He had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, a lightness in his chest, as he thought about Lady Kate and her winning smile. Surely she wouldn't refuse him now?

He knocked, his palms sweating for an entirely different reason now.

"Enter," Lady Kate's light voice bid him.

He opened the door and found her sitting before the fire with her embroidery just like Marian had been. The irony wasn't lost on him.

Lady Kate smiled at him.

"You have come to speak with me already," she said. "Good. What do you have to tell me?"

He could tell by the way she smiled that she already knew. She seemed to have wonderful intuition.

"How did you know she would refuse?" he asked, standing before the fire with his back to her. He didn't want her to be able to read his expression.

"I had heard that she left you on your wedding day at the alter," she said. "No woman who loves a man would humiliate him like that."

"My humiliation is complete then," he said bitterly. "Does everyone in England know of it?"

"I paid well to know that piece of information and many others," she said, standing, putting her embroidery on her chair and placing her hand on his shoulder.

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye in the firelight. It made her hair shine with red and gold highlights. She was so beautiful.

"She does not deserve you," Lady Kate said softly. "No one who treats a man with such disregard to his feelings deserves him. I think you must have a very gentle spirit to have forgiven her so freely."

"It took me a while before I could forgive her, but the circumstances were extenuating," he said, looking into the fire, brooding. Why was he still defending her? "She felt she had little other choice."

"You have a generous spirit," Lady Kate said. "I would not be so forgiving had someone treated me so. You will marry me then?"

"Yes," he said quietly.

"Good," she said with a dazzling smile. "Then perhaps you should kiss me to seal our bargain."

He looked up in surprise. She seemed to be sincere.

"Very well," he said, turning to face her.

He gently took her by the shoulders and he could see that her breathing was uneven. She was nervous. He smirked. She had probably never been kissed before.

She would not meet his gaze. Her eyes were on his chest and she seemed enthralled by his leather jacket. He put his finger under her chin and lifted her head gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. He leaned forward and his lips brushed hers in a feather-light kiss, his lips ghosting over hers. Her eyes drifted closed and he pressed his lips more firmly against hers, capturing her bottom lip between his own and sucking on it lightly, running his tongue over the skin. She gasped and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, pressing her body flush against his. He devoured her mouth in a searing kiss that seemed to stun her.

She put her hands against his chest and pulled back, her breathing heavy and uneven. She seemed dazed as she tried to pull away but he wouldn't let her. He held her tightly against his body and attacked her neck with his teeth and tongue. It had been far too long since he'd had a woman.

"Sir Guy!" she gasped.

"You're mine," he said, nipping at her collarbone, then biting the juncture between her shoulder and neck. She moaned at the sensation.

"We- We are not yet married, Sir Guy," she said breathlessly. "We cannot-"

He released her very suddenly and she stumbled back, catching herself on her chair. Her hand went to her neck. There were marks all over the skin where he had claimed her. She wouldn't be able to hide them. He smirked, quite pleased with himself. He'd completely undone her, and only with a kiss. He could hardly wait to see her reaction to his ministrations in bed.

"You will soon get used to that," he said firmly.

He stepped forward and lifted her chin to make her look at him. Their eyes met and for a long moment neither spoke.

Then he turned around and left.