Well I have finally managed to get my hands on a copy of the BBC Robin Hood, and so far I love it. It's been delightfully fun and politically sound, and generally that means I'm going to be writing fanfics lol. Granted, I have read spoilers for the end of S2 and I'm not looking forward to it, but S3 should be out shortly right?

Anyway! This little ficlet series will focus on some of the many kisses throughout the series: in particular those between people NOT in love. Just because I'm perverse that way lol.

First up, we find Marian and Count Frederick!

Marian had known exactly what she was doing when she spun toward the German count with a demand for him to kiss her. It was, undeniably, the best and surest way to convince their not-so-hidden watchers that nothing more sinister than a tryst had occurred out on their ride in Sherwood. She knew all of this on a strictly mental level, but the kiss itself, was quite a bit different altogether in the actual moment.

Frederick was by no means a challenge to the dashing figure that was her Robin, but she could not deny that the count did have a strange sort of charm all his own. By turns chivalrous and sly, a booby and a brilliant mind, he had kept her on her toes since she'd first been forced to play attendant in that embarrassing dress. And now, he'd damned near swept her off her feet with the sheer romance of one silly kiss.

It was not like kissing Robin. She knew the shape and taste of her Robin like she knew her own face in the mirror, and had perhaps known it as long as she could remember. A kiss between them was as simple as two hands reaching for each other, and as complex as hearts meeting across vast oceans. It was instinctive: simply a part of her.

Kissing Frederick was, perhaps, something to be explored if only for a moment or two. It was almost a reprieve, a glimpse of what her life might have been without the far too often tangled emotions brought on by her outlaw love. In another life, she might have relished this kiss, and laughingly taken part in the tryst they only pretended. In another life, she might have welcomed the suitors that came to Knighton in the years after she turned 16, might have enjoyed their affections instead of longing for another. She might have married a man much like this count who kissed her.

All too soon (though, Lord, the man was thorough!), and yet after far too long (If Robin had seen…), he released her, kindly looking away from her flustered face and allowing her to regain at least a little of her composure.

No, he was not her Robin, but she was rather amused to realize that her part in this gamble would not be as hard as she thought.

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