A/N: This story will tie in will some of the episodes of Robin Hood through the point of view of my OC, Lacey. This chapter begins with season 1's episode, Parenthood. Enjoy!

Warning: MA content

Chapter 1

Rivalry

My satin sheets absorbed the sweet our bodies released. I could feel the damp linens cushion my back as I breathed heavily. He first kissed my lips, followed by my breasts, then my belly, before finally moving between my legs. I felt his tongue gently message my womanhood. I moaned in pleasure.

"That feels good, Brian," I groaned, tilting my head back.

He stopped and raised his head up. "My name's George."

I rolled my eyes. I forget Brian was the guy I invited into my bedroom last week. "Yeah, whatever. Just keep going, George."

George started again but soon paused to ask, "You're going to do me after, right?"

I nodded quickly, "Sure."

He started to kiss and lick between my legs again. I moaned, touching my own breasts. George was good, I had to admit, much better than Brian, who needed constant couching. Perhaps I'll invite him to my room a second time. I didn't usually do that unless a really enjoyed a man's pleasure.

Just as I felt my sensation reach almost it's maximum intensity, I heard a knock on my door.

"Seriously?" I grumbled, but George didn't stop, not until I smacked his head. "Get up, you idiot. Someone's here!"

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's the bloody king of England!" I recognized Sherriff Vaisey's voice. "Now open up before I have Gisborne kick down the door."

I hissed to George, "Quick, grab your clothes and hide in my closet!"

Once he did as I commanded, I said, "Just come in, Sheriff."

Just as those words escape my breath, the door burst open, and a fumed Sheriff stormed in with Guy of Gisborne behind him.

"What are you still doing in bed?" Vaisey demanded, storming around the room.

"I'm sorry, Sheriff," I replied in a huff. "I just wasn't feeling well, that's all."

"Well, let me tell you something, little missy," he snarled back. "If you're ever sheriff one of these days, you won't have any sick days!"

I rolled my eyes when his back turned as he continued to rage on. I merely pulled the covers above my chest, waiting for them to leave so I could get dressed.

Gisborne remained calm, with his arms folded, but I noticed his eyes fixate on something. He smirked. My heart dropped when I realized it was George's boot lying on the ground in front of my closet.

I glared at Guy, but he continued to smirk at me.

"And while you continue to lie in here," Vaisey raged on, "Hood is winning!"

"Sheriff," Guy interjected subtly, nodding his head towards the boot.

Fortunately for me, Vaisey paid him no attention.

"Gisborne, let's go!" he snarled before storming out of the room.

Guy, however, lingered behind, taking a step closer to my bed. He bent over and placed his hands on each side of me. I took a firmer grip on the sheets. Our faces were only a hand's length apart.

Guy turned his head towards the closet and said, "You can come out now, Brian."

"It's George," I said through gritted teeth.

Guy raised his eyebrow and smirked, as a sloppily dressed George emerged from the closet. "You seem to be breezing through men faster than usual. You know, one day, the Sheriff will catch you with your indecencies."

George grabbed his lingering boot and stumbled out of my room.

I sat up straighter and smirked right back at Guy, replying, "Well, it doesn't look like it's going to be this day. Now, will you please get out of my room so I can get dressed?"

He huffed and tilted my head. "Very well. You better hope I don't say anything to the Sheriff."

I giggled and retorted, "Go ahead and try. At this point, it would just be your word against mine. You may be his right hand man, but I'm still his ward."

Without another word, Guy stormed out. I huffed and got out of bed and threw on my dark green gown. I brushed my light brown hair behind my shoulders.

I could not recall exactly how long Guy and I have been rivals. We never really got along from the moment we met when he first started working for Vaisey. Before, Guy of Gisborne came along, I was the only right hand. I was the one Vaisey would turn to when he needed something and praise me and celebrate my achievements alone for Nottingham.

To make our rivalry even stronger now, Prince John granted Vaisey permission to choose the next sheriff of Nottingham after he retires. I knew it came down to either Guy or me. It should be me.

I honestly did not have any plans for what I would do if I became Sheriff. I just didn't have anything else to go for. I had no family, except Vaisey I guess. He told me my parents died in a fire but refused to speak any more of it. I never even knew their names or whether or not I had any siblings. I grew up in Nottingham under Vaisey's care.

When I left my room to meet up with Vaisey. He ordered me to take some men and try to capture one of Robin Hood's men. I was eager to do this to prove myself until I realized he ordered Guy along with me. Vaisey wanted us to work together.

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I marched on horseback right beside Guy, our men behind us. I changed from my dress to something more practical for riding. My outfit consisted of black pants and a red top with sheer red fabric sown around the pants to show it was somewhat ladylike.

"So," I began as we entered the forest, "which man are we going to take? I'm assuming someone we can turn against Robin Hood."

Guy did not answer so I continued, "We know his manservant, Much, won't turn against him even under threat of death, I imagine. There's the big one, Little John I think he's called. He's seems a bit of a simple mind, so he perhaps could be persuaded. Although, he also seems the unduly loyal type. I know, how about that thief? Allan I think. I bet if we had enough to offer him, he could be swayed. He seems like he would be fun…"

"Lacey," Guy cut in, without turning his head, "you do realize whoever we capture is for the Sheriff, right, not your personal pleasure."

I laughed. "Oh please, Guy. You actually think I would invite one of Robin Hood's men to my bed?"

"I wouldn't put it past you," he muttered.

I giggled and rolled my eyes. "Honestly Guy, you need to learn to have fun every once in a while. Else, you'll never win Lady Marian's affections over Robin Hood."

Guy clenched his fist. I knew I struck a nerve.

"Marian does not fancy Hood," he gritted. "I will make her my wife."

I started to retort, but Guy held his hand up and put his finger, covered by his black glove to his lips. I realized that instant. Voices. They were the sounds of the very men we spoke of. We grew ever so close.

Guy held up his hand and ordered the men to ride quietly around the gang to surround them. I, too, remained quiet. After all, if I was the one that screwed this up, it would only give Guy advantage over me.

We briefly caught Robin and his men off guard, but they're always ready for a fight. I reached my hand to my to my side but realized I forgot my sword. I went to Guy's horse after he jumped off. I knew he always carried an extra weapon. I pulled out the sword tied to his saddle and prepared to fight.

I noticed Hood only had one arm out to fight, while the other cradled something. I heard crying.

"Is that a baby he has?" I asked Guy.

He looked uncomfortable but only answered, "Just attack and get one of them."

The first to come at me was Much. All it took was a swift kick in the gut from me to send him flying back, slamming against a tree. The boy, who I believed to be Will Scarlet attacked next, clashing his ax with my sword, well Guy's sword. He fought pretty well for a boy his age, but I still managed to pin him against a tree, holding the sword against his throat.

"Well, I think we've found our prisoner," I comment with a smirk, "and this was all my…"

Before I could finish I felt another body slam against mine, knocking me to the ground. I looked up and saw it was Allan A Dale who shoved me. I smiled. Maybe I can get him as our prisoner after all.

I reached back for my sword but realized it had not fallen beside me.

"Missing something, darling?" Allan said, holding up that very sword.

I grabbed a handful of dirt and thrashed it right in his face before running towards Guy.

"Hey, that's cheating!" Allan griped, rubbing his eyes.

I snagged a spare dagger from Guy's boot and turned back to Allan, who had followed me, carrying both his sword and Guy's. My dagger wouldn't be enough. I attempted to kick the sword out of his left hand with my right leg, but he kicked my leg aside, causing me to land on the ground in an almost split position. I felt a muscle pull between my thighs. I ignored the pain and used my hands to hoist my body and twist my legs up in the air. My left leg managed to kick the sword out of his hand, while my right, knocked him off his feet entirely, causing him to land flat on his back. I jumped on top of him and pinned him down but realized I forgot to pick up the sword.

Allan, however, appeared mildly impressed. "Not bad, but… you know I was going easy on you because you're a girl."

I raised my eyebrow, with him still trapped between my thighs. "Oh really? So right now, this is just you going easy?"

"Well… yeah," Allan grunted as he struggled to break free.

One of his legs kicked the back of my head, causing me to flip over him and land flat on my back. Allan grabbed my arm and attempted to drag me towards him, but I swung my leg back, kicking him right in the forehead. I swung around and grabbed the dagger since it was closest to me. Allan stumbled up, too, rubbing his head.

I prepared to attack again, but Guy called out, "Lacey, stop messing around! Let's go."

"Well, until next time," I muttered to Allan before dashing off to my horse.

When I rode up next to Guy, he snatched the dagger from my hand and tucked it back in his boot, and then glanced at his empty scabbard.

"Where's my sword?" Guy demanded.

I shrugged. "I guess the outlaws got it. We can get it back on our next attack."

I glanced back and saw one of the men had the blonde-haired outlaw lumped over his horse.

"That's Roy," Guy answered before I could ask. "He's the one the Sheriff wanted us to get."

I glared at him. "You didn't tell me that! You made it seem like Vaisey didn't care which one we got."

Guy merely shrugged and I caught a brief smirk. "Well, perhaps you should have discussed it with him yourself."

I rolled my eyes wanting to kick myself. Guy purposely didn't tell me all of Sheriff Vaisey's orders to ensure he was the one that captured Roy and while I focused on the wrong man. Guy and I may appear to be a team to the outlaws but we will always be competing.

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That evening I walked down an empty hall towards the kitchen alone. I could feel my stomach rumbling and did not feel like waiting for Vaisey to ask me to dine with him. Sometimes he did and other times he preferred to dine by himself, but never had the courtesy to tell me one way or the other.

I caught our kitchen wench walking the other way, carrying a covered plate.

"Hey, Annie!" I called rushing up to her. "What do you have there?"

"Just some food for the prisoner," Annie mumbled, looking down.

"Here give me some of that," I said, grabbing a chicken leg from the plate. "Thank you."

"Yes, my lady," she answered meekly as she continued on her way.

I continued to walk but it grew too dark and I didn't carry a torch. It was always dark anywhere near the dungeons. I took a bite of the chicken leg and turned back the direction Annie went to grab a torch from the hallway.

As I walk, I noticed Annie stop and talk to someone. I tiptoe closer and realized it was Guy. I hid next to a statue of knight's armor so he would not see me.

"Is he safe?" Annie asked him in a hushed voice. "Our baby, Guy, did you find a good home for him?"

I gasped. Annie said our baby! I couldn't believe it. Guy had an affair with the kitchen wench and now has an illegitimate child.

I smiled. Finally I have something against Guy of Gisborne.