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I’ve been watching you, milord. I’ve seen you galloping through the fields on that charger, your powerful thighs clenching its sweaty sides. You and your animal seem as one. You sit a fine horse, so tall in the saddle, so proud, arrogant and…masterful. See, he snorts and prances and flicks his black mane, just like you.  Tell me, is he called Sir Guy too?

 

Do I amuse you? I’m glad, I aim to entertain.  Mmm.  I like the way you dismount and stretch out the knots, muscles ripping under that tight black leather.  Just like that.  My, you are tall.

I like tall men. And broad shoulders. And slim hips. I think I like black leather now. It looks quite… supple on you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

No, we don’t know each other milord.

But I know you.

I know what you do for the Sheriff and I’ve seen you prowling the castle at night like a big sleek black panther, lurking in the shadows, always watchful. It’s dark but I know it’s you. The torchlight dances along the smooth brow, across those sharp cheekbones and down that regal nose to those lips, rather like a bow, aren’t they?

And when you lean into the light, I can see your eyes. Do you know they change color? It’s curious, they’ve the shape of almonds but are the shade of anything from a crystal clear pond to a summer’s day to – well like now – a deep stormy blue.

Yes, the color of …passion.

I hope I’ve not offended by likening you to animals. But you see, I notice that animals like stallions and panthers have very majestic qualities akin to people.  They preen and dominate and command.   And you are quite a magnificent animal.

Do you think me forward? Well, I’ve a confession. Lean closer, yes that’s it.

I. Have. No. Shame.

Oh yes, I peeped in your window one night in the village. I watched you half bare in the firelight while your manservant tried to mold cold hard metal to the peaks and dips and angles of your lean hard body. I suspect the smithy doesn’t understand the elegance of your form. Perhaps I could be of assistance?  Ah, I knew I could.

I’ve another confession. I dreamed about you in your bedchamber, oh yes. I wasn’t in it – yet. You lie bare-chested and asleep with your hair fanned around the pillow, and you were dreaming. Such a dream, thrashing and moaning – oh, you seem startled milord. Does that strike a chord with you? Oh really?  You should tell me about it so we may compare.

It’s okay, whisper in my ear.

Tell me.

[Caveat- the video creator (our own Avalon) stated Isabel represents any woman and not Guy's sister.   Also the devil made me do this post.]

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12 Responses to “FanstRAvaganza 2.5: Justify My Love”

  1. mulubinba says:

    i really liked this post, Judiang. I wonder what he would have told you if he had whispered in your ear. Thanks also to Avalon for creating the vid :)

    • judiang says:

      Thanks. I hadn’t intended to use the video but they went so well together. I love Avalon’s work because it’s such a great example of editing to put a whole ‘nother spin on things. ;)

  2. fitzg says:

    Lovely writing, Watcher!! Did you really have to get us steamed up again?? (what am I saying AGAIN??) Definitely a panther with that TLL. That lion’s mane from RH3 – are there black lions in existence?

    • judiang says:

      Thanks. All that high brow chatter and no talk of the sexy beast? You know I had to go there.Does this count as fanfic? I think it should. Damn that muse.

  3. fitzg says:

    P.S. I don’t feel in the least like Guy’s big sister. Already have a younger brother. Not maternal, either.

  4. bccmee says:

    I can’t think of any other word besides ‘sexy’ when watching the video and looking at the screencaps. Love or hate Guy, he looks mighty fine!

  5. servetus says:

    … and the truth comes out!

  6. Nat says:

    Oo-la-la!!!

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