Faith Hope and Charity

Part 5............Locking Horns.

Guy began to wake. At first his hazy brain was uncertain as to whether or not he really had twice made love to his wife or had it just been a dream.
If he looked now would he be alone ? Or might he find some servant girl that had been a pleasant but meaningless f**k.

He opened his eyes and sighed with relief. There she was peaceful and beautiful in her innocent slumber. Gold hair spilled over the pillow, soft as it brushed his cheeks.
The long lashes of her huge eyes fanning over her delicate cheeks. Mouth soft and rosy the lips slightly parted. Her soft drowsy breasts ever so slightly protruded from the bed clothes with just the edge of a dark pink aureola beckoning him.

Guy felt himself harden at the wonderful picture she made. All his and last night so joyfully given.

The memory of how her juice had tasted on his finger made him long to submerge himself in her intimate aroma. She had tasted huskily spicy and sweet reminding him of cinnamon and nutmeg.

Sliding beneath the bedclothes he moved between her soft thighs. He placed his nose close to her beautiful core and inhaled deeply.
Ye gods ! But she smelled good so he put out his tongue letting it slide between her labia that pouted at him and seemed to smile in welcome. He lapped and sucked delicately at the lips, as far inside as his tongue would reach and at her alluring clit.
All the while making little groans of delight. This was the best breakfast he had ever eaten.
A half drowsy Charity was beginning to moan and mew with felicity at such an awakening. Her pelvis lifting in invitation to the ambrosial sensations being bestowed on her.

Her orgasm yielded yet more juice and Guy took it down like it were the Elixir of Life.

He stayed to savour every last quiver and moan before emerging from the covers smirking gleefully. 'Good morning Lady Gisborne'.

Charity smiled and with her flushed cheeks shining eyes and heaving breasts it was quite the loveliest sight Guy had ever seen.
He couldn't resist moving over her and guiding his cock into her. ' I just can't last long'. He told her urgently. ' I can still taste you......smell you. And sure enough only a few more thrusts and he was moaning her name as he exploded into her.

Summoning Thornton, Guy ordered breakfast and Niamh came in smiling with a laden tray. 'Good morning My Lord, My Lady'. She curtsied and scanned her mistress's face and was gratified to see that whatever had happened to her in this room it had been to her liking.
'Shall you be wanting to wash and dress after breakfast Milady ?' She asked Charity who then looked enquiringly at her husband.
' No '. Guy told her. 'Lady Gisborne won't be dressing for a while'.
Mistress and maid smiled at each other. 'Thank You Niamh. I'll send for you when I need to dress'. Charity told her.

'You're very familiar with the girl'. Guy observed. 'Of course I am' Charity answered. 'Niamh has been with me since we were both 12. She's my friend. Not just a servant. She could be a friend to you too if you can be courteous with her'.

'Are you suggestion that I'm ill mannered ?' Guy queried cocking a dark eyebrow in amusement.
' With the servant's you certainly are'. Charity said bluntly. 'But it isn't just you of course. Nobility in general seem to think that servants are not entitled to any respect'. And she munched an apple. Clear blue eyes watching her husband with neither fear nor judgement.

Guy was truly amazed by how his wife was affecting him and more than a little unsettled by it. His loyalties were becoming more uncertain by the minute.

This however was not the time for soul searching and introspection. They finished breakfast feeding each other.
By which time Guy was hard and aroused again. He laid Charity back against the pillows kissing her passionately moving down occasionally to nibble her ears or neck.

He started on her appetizing breasts. Teasing the nipples into tingling peaks with lips and tongue.

He was not amused when his eager suckling was interrupted by a tentative knock on the door.
'Oh for f**k's sake'. He swore. ' If it's not a matter of life or death s*d off '. He called to the unseen interloper.

' I'm sorry My Lord'. Niamh's voice was nervous and unsteady. ' It's alright Niamh'.
Guy spoke more gently mindful of Charity's baleful expression. ' Is it important ?'
' Yes Sir'. The girl replied. 'I wouldn't disturb you otherwise. The Sheriff wants you at the castle Sir as soon as possible'.
Under his breath Guy muttered. ' B***er Vasey'. Out loud he called. 'Thank You Niamh'. Looking bashfully at Charity who was giggling. 'I'm sorry'. She said.
'But it sounded then like saying 2 small words was the hardest thing in the world'.

' No'. Guy said quietly. 'Getting out of this bed right now is the hardest thing. As well as this.....He gave his erection a rueful stroke. 'I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't go anywhere'.

He dressed quickly and kissing Charity went out.

His black stallion Gaius had already been saddled and he rode off towards Nottingham.

'Good Morning Gisborne'. Vasey was maliciously effervescent. Guy steadfastly refused to be affable in any way. He just leaned his leather clad rear on the table and folded his arms.
'How is the lovely Lady Gisborne ?' Vasey asked chattily. ' She's very well thank you My Lord'. Guy answered shortly.
......Oh b***er. He had managed to get rid of his erection by the time he'd arrived and now thoughts of Charity was bringing it right back. The lacing on his trousers thrusting out as a dead give away.
Vasey gave a spiteful chuckle. ' Don't worry. I won't keep you long and you can get back to ploughing her Ladyship's ample furrows'.
He certainly wasn't ready to admit how much it excited him to think of his handsome lieutenant in the throes of passion.
What he was willing to be pleased about was how easily he still had this beautiful but stupid man on a tight leash. He could even draw him from his marriage bed with a summons. Most gratifying.

'To business then'. He said clapping his hands as though in relish.
'I wanted to speak to you about this marriage of yours'. Guy looked incredulous.
'And that couldn't have waited for a few days ?..... You seem to have forgotten My Lord that this marriage was your idea not mine........'.
' Indeed it was'. Vasey cut in. ' But I also warned you about not getting too lovey dovey with the woman. And you have. Haven't you ? I saw the pair of you at the wedding.' He put his fingers down his throat and mimed a violent vomiting.

' Seriously Guy'. He went on. I saw you making a love sick idiot of yourself over Marian and here you are doing it again'.

'With respect My Lord'. Guy closed his eyes and pinched his nose as he attempted to keep calm despite a growing anger at the Sheriff. 'Charity is not like Marian. She married me willingly. She has.......affection for me'.

'But she's a woman Guy'. Vasey put a hand on Guy's jaw. Loving the feel of the strong bone and muscle beneath the stubble strewn skin. 'They can't be trusted. With Power and wealth so within our grasp you can't afford to let yourself be distracted'.

' Within our grasp ?' Guy gave a mirthless laugh. 'After 'Shah Mat' has failed twice'.

'Then we try again after our spy's have done their work. Word is he's on the move once more'.

Guy sighed. It was deep and heartfelt. 'I just didn't imagine that power would have such a high price. You're saying that to gain power and keep it I have to live without love. Because it's too distracting ?'

Vasey was too close for Guy's liking especially with his c0ck in this state.
'Nothing in this world worth the having comes free'. The older man whispered.
' Enjoy humping the girl. That's all you get married for after all. But think carefully about what I've said'.


Guy rode home in confusion. He was already knocked out by how Charity made him feel and now this. Did his ambitions and future security really depend upon his not becoming emotionally involved with his wife ?
He was finding it hard to think coherently. With Vasey having been taunting him for so long about his not being able to think, he felt as though his brain was no longer his own.
He fought doggedly against the doubts Vasey had planted there. Charity was not the same as Marian. He wanted to believe it so much.
Marian had dangled her favour in front of him but always just out of reach. If he was honest not unlike Vasey.
Charity was giving herself wholeheartedly. Hadn't she even gone through with the marriage despite having heard his confession.
He thanked himself profusely for having had the sense not to tell Vasey how much Charity now knew about him.

But what about his ambitions ? What of his desire to restore his family's honour and land ?
Then it occurred to him that Charity was a member of his family now. The future of the Gisborne name was now her future too. Very much her business....................

After taking Gaius back to the stables he hurried back to the house taking the stairs 2 at a time.
He opened the door of his room and there was Charity. The sun touching the gold of her hair made her look like an angel. His Guardian Angel indeed.

He sat in a chair. ' Come here Charity'. He beckoned to her. Charity climbed out of bed pulling a silk robe over her nakedness before sitting in Guy's lap rubbing herself wantonly against his erection.
' Later Angel. We need to talk first'. Guy's face was solemn yet in earnest. So Charity stopped her wriggling and laid her head on his shoulder.
' Then let's talk My Lord'. She said softly.

'Vasey wanted to talk about you'. Guy told her. He used Marian as an example of how women can't be trusted.
I don't think I told you before that Marian asked me to kill Vasey when he was going to kill the king. She said the King would reward me.....and so would she. Then I told Vasey what she'd asked of me. I've racked my brains over that. Why did I tell him ?
Now I think I know why. I believe deep down I knew really that I would never truly have her. She was Hood's not mine. And like a fool I clung to the hope. Futile as it was.
What I'm trying to say is that Vasey doesn't want me to get too close to you. He knows that it will divide my loyalties.
And it already has. You know that don't you ? I clung to Vasey and his promises of power because I had no one. Now I have you. Don't I ?'
Charity smiled and kissed him. 'Yes you do and I know that restoring your.......Now our family's position is important to you. I want to help with that.
There have to be better ways to achieve it than Vasey's.'

' He wants to try to kill the king again'. Guy said. 'And he'll want me there too.
He knows how I hate King Richard. The likes of Robin Hood think him such a hero because he's on crusade. But what about England ? He's hardly been here since he was crowned. Prince John's not much better a prospect as King but at least he's here'.

Charity sighed. ' We have to find a way round that. I can't say that I have much love for our absent monarch, nor his brother either. But I can't stand by and condone cold blooded murder.
But enough talk about Vasey now. '

She slid her robe from her shoulders and sitting on Guy's lap again resumed her rubbing of his erection. She lowered her mouth to his neck. 'Make love to me again Guy....Please'.