Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood, Robin, Marian, et al. I have earned nothing from this endeavor but the pleasure that comes from the writing and the possibility of a nice comment or two.
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Beautiful
Sleep ends and wakefulness begins. My eyes snap open but nothing is normal. I am warm and comfortable, in a real bed. Nor am I alone. Or clothed. Realization and remembrance come to me. I can't help the smile. The night was long and over way too soon.
When I look at you, the smile fades and my breath stops. Your eyes are the slate blue of the ocean and just as turbulent. I could easily drown in their depths. You have never been more beautiful―despite the mussed hair, the chafed face, and the swollen lips―or maybe because of them.
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