This fanfic idea comes of the prompt I choose to do for the Bingo Ficathlon at the Robin Hood Fan Community forum.

The prompt was: "Marian accepts Guy's proposal at the end of 'Walkabout', both thinking that Nottingham is about to be destroyed. It doesn't happen. Now they're both left wondering what's next. Will Marian actually go through with the marriage this time? And if not, how in the world does Guy deal with the loss a second time?"

To explain the beginning of this fanfiction, I did a video "It's Our Fight". (You can see it at dolphen3's channel on Youtube.)

English is not my first language. Thank you brokenheirloom for your wonderful work as my beta.

As friday is "Guyday", I will try to publish a new chapter each week, so, if you like this story, stay tune :)

Don't hesitate to comment; it will help me to improve and to try to give you the best fic possible :)


"Marry me now. Make it the last thing we do. Let's steal that from them at least."

Guy was looking directly in my eyes, and the intensity of his look melted my heart and made my blood boil. In an instant, all the things he'd done for me overwhelmed me as much as the certainty of his undying love for me. I had been so surprised and so proud of him when he came back to fight beside me while he could have saved his life. That was not the first time he put aside his desires, his wishes and even his purposes to please me, help me or save me. I had always been moved by his pure and devoted love for me but this time, this was so much more, so profound… it was as if I could read his soul, and what I saw at this very instant made me make the gesture which changed the rest of our lives.

"Let's do it," I whispered, reaching to take his hand in mine while his eyes opened wide, a shocked expression on his face – doubt, sadness, I couldn't put my finger on it but it wasn't a happy one, I was sure of it.

"Are you mocking me?" he asked, his voice sounding almost hurt.

I squeezed his hand in mine to prevent him from pulling away and put my other hand on his, encircling it in a warm embrace.

"I'm serious. Come, we haven't a lot of time." I guided him downstairs where the priest had finished preparing the room for the future casualties. I was in such a hurry! At this moment, I knew I was right to marry him; I was overwhelmed by his brave actions and all the feelings that roared through me.

But, like an icy hand squeezing my heart a terrible thought came to my mind… what if I was wrong… He was after all a devilish man or at least the henchman of the devil himself… would I be tethered forever to such a man? Forever? Well no. We had at most a few hours to live. And I certainly would never let him die alone after all he has done for me since we met. So, I lengthened my pace and I forbade myself from thinking or waiting anymore before the wedding.

Guy followed me in a daze, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. It was like he had wished this moment for so long that he didn't realize that finally he would have what he had wanted more than anything.

On the way to the Great Hall, I called to Allan-A-Dale and Sarah, my maidservant, telling them they would be our witnesses. I was surprised at how determined and organised I could be for once while Guy stood beside me as if he was sleepwalking. Allan raised an eyebrow to me and, understanding I was serious, teased me mercilessly, knowing his master was too much in a daze to react.

"So, that kiss was real after all." His reference to our 'fake' kiss while I was trying to save Robin made me blush. "I never knew you had that in you, Marian… Ouch!" He couldn't say more, Sarah slapping him on the back of his head to silence him.

When I explained our request to the priest, he was a little reluctant at first because he remembered too well our first attempt at a wedding. Yet, when he saw the resolution in my eyes and posture, he agreed and told us we had already had the first part of the ceremony, so, since the time was short before the attack, we would go directly to the vows.

That was the moment when Guy finally took in the situation and, glancing at everyone in the room, he told them in a deep and strong voice that for now our marriage would be secret, at least until the situation with Sir Jasper and the siege was over. I sent him an inquiring look and he answered me earnestly, "I want you to be mine and only mine for now." A shadow of his usual smug smile appeared on his lips making me poke at his chest playfully while biting my lower lip… something I regretted as soon as I saw how he licked his lips in response.

We were called to order by the priest and we became serious once more. While Guy's eyes revealed his love for me and how much this moment meant to him, he said his vows earnestly, making me swallow hard at his intensity. But he couldn't succeed totally at hiding his anxiousness; I saw his forehead creased in worry, nearly shaking with the effort it took to control his nerves – would I leave him again to be mocked and humiliated?

I couldn't bear his doubts, not after all he has done for me. So, when it was my turn, I took his hand in mine and stroked it with my thumb while locking my eyes with his. It was so intense that his lips parted in a sigh that sounded more like a moan and sent shivers down my spine.

Coughing a little to have our attention, the priest finally asked for the ring. I was ready to say that I could do without since we didn't have time to get one when, to my surprise and without breaking eye contact with me, Guy reached into the pocket inside of his jacket and showed me the same ring he gave me for our betrothal - the one I loved so much but fought against because it was from him - the one with the little flowers.

Guy started to slip the ring on my finger, his hand trembling with apprehension and excitement. I lowered my eyes then looking at our hands, remembering the other time when we lived this moment, feeling how different this time was.

"With this ring I thee wed…" he said while sliding the ring on my finger. It felt so right that my heart missed a beat… unless it was because of the husky voice my new husband used, so much deeper than I had ever heard it.

"… with my body I thee worship…" At his words, my eyes raised instantly to his and I was lost in the intensity and passion he radiated. I was burning like never before and our only contact was our hands… suddenly I was actually happy that we would be fighting and we would likely never have our honeymoon because I wasn't sure I could survive such passion. Not because I feared his strength and thought he would hurt me but I was certain than in his arms, he would make me feel so much that it would be the death of me. I couldn't suppress the violent blush creeping across my cheeks at such thoughts. It was like when I had seen him half-naked in front of the fire at Locksley all over again. If Robin hadn't been there, I had no doubt my virtue would have been lost forever…the sensations I felt now were even more passionate, more ardent, leaving me breathless, not even taking the trouble to listen the rest of his vows… I was already far away from here.

I only came back to reality when Guy whispered my name, chuckling a little, his expression telling me it wasn't the first time he'd said it.

"Sorry," I murmured, ashamed, lowering my head and not even daring to look at him or the priest.

Guy tenderly placed his hand on my cheek, stroking it and lifting my face to him. "It's alright… wife."

The joy, pride, love and passion in his voice when he said this simple word, as if he savored it, made me look up at him again. He smiled widely but then his face took on a more serious and intense expression and he lowered his head, his lips coming near mine. I had feared this contact even if I had agreed with the wedding, afraid I would change my mind because of my feelings for Robin. But the very second his lips brushed mine it was as if everything else faded away. It was so different than before, it was like I discovered a new world of sensation, a world only he could provide and I couldn't get enough of it. That's why when he started to step back and let me go, I wrapped my arms around his neck, keeping him close to me as I took possession of his lips. I had already done that once before – like Allan had mentioned earlier trying to embarrass me - to save Robin's life, but I was on "mission" then. This time it was for me, for him, for us… it was only for pleasure, and pleasure was what I was feeling. Stunned at first, Guy quickly recovered and hugged me back so tightly that I moaned in discomfort at first, but it changed to delight when he loosened his grip and deepened the kiss.

In our own little world, we didn't even notice when the priest and Sarah, who dragged an intrusive Allan by his ear (whining loudly at the offense,) left the room, letting us enjoy the last minutes of peace and happiness we could share before the attack.

Finally, we needed to take breath again or risk fainting. Guy leaned down to my neck, nuzzling it with his nose and kissing it lightly. He had done this before, but that time I had tried to focus on other things to keep a clear head; now, I just enjoyed the feel of his lips and stubble against my skin, wondering how I could have lived without this sensation. Robin had kissed me plenty of times and he even touched me the same way Guy was now. At the time I had thought it was the most delicious sensation ever. Now, it could have laughed at the thought. How could I even try to compare Robin's fumbling with Guy's shy but ardent expression of his love, need and devotion for me? Suddenly, I tightened my arms around Guy's back, pressing his hard body even closer to mine while I banished thoughts of Robin from my mind.

Finally, Guy raised his head and locked his eyes with mine. Though we didn't kiss again we also didn't end the hug just yet. It was as if everything was said between us in only one look. We knew we would die soon but at least neither of us was lonely anymore, we had one another and if I was sure of his undying love for me, he was certain of how much I cared earnestly for him at this moment. Those feelings would help us to bear the unavoidable end.

Allan coughed and said "It's time, they've arrived."

Without letting me go, Guy told him we would join them all in a moment. After Allan left us, he gave me a little peck on the lips, unwrapped his arms from around me, took my hand firmly in his and said "Come, wife!"