Robin Locksley's life was pretty simple, he considered himself a normal man, in most respects. He had a girlfriend and dreamt of settling down to raise a family, it was just an everyday aspiration, nothing to write home about.

He had been with his girlfriend Marian for about two years now and he had thought they were happy, but apparently, she was missing something in her life, something completely unexpected, not in a million years had he imagined that he would be in this position, never, ever; it was just something that hadn't run though his mind, well of course he had thought about things like it, but not imagined that it would be happening to him.

He thought she had been happy, thought that she had been satisfied with the world they had created for themselves, seemingly they were on very different pages about what they wanted. It seemed rather strange and out of the blue, like she had just come up with this out of nowhere, as though something had changed her, he didn't know what it was, or who it was, but it was weird, very weird.

At that precise moment, he was stood in a stranger's bathroom, running his hands over his face and trying to stall for as long as he possibly could, mainly because he wasn't so sure that he could do this, that he could go along with it, even if it was what she wanted, what she desired, did he? He wasn't so sure, he wanted simple and this, this was far from it, far, far from it. The moment she'd asked him was a surreal experience and he hadn't been sure that he had heard her right, but apparently, he had…

Robin dropped down next to her, trying to catch his breath and come down from the high they had just reached together, he turned his head to look at Marian and she ran her hand up his arm, a soft smile coming onto her face as he pushed her dark hair behind her ear. She moved her whole body so that it was facing towards him as she leant on her elbow. "That was good," she stated, her voice quiet.

He furrowed his eyebrows, she didn't sound very enthusiastic about it, what was wrong with her? "Hey, what is it?" He asked, tilting his head at her, trying to make out what she was thinking, but he couldn't tell, not at all.

"Nothing," she shook her head, "why would you think that something was wrong?" she shrugged, not meeting his eyes, that was exactly why he was thinking that something was wrong.

"Marian, come on, somethings up and I know it, tell me," he whispered, brushing his fingers across her cheek, "tell me," he pressed a light kiss to her lips, before pulling back to look at her again.

"No, it's stupid and pathetic," she rolled her eyes, before taking a deep breath.

"Marian?"

"Robin, it's fine," she shook her head, dropping back down to the pillow and staring at the ceiling.

He still wasn't convinced, she was acting strangely, not like she usually would after they'd just had sex, it was confusing and rather concerning, but if she didn't want to talk about it that was fine, he wasn't going to push her, if she wanted to talk, she'd talk…

"Do you ever feel like we're doing the same thing over and over again?" She asked, breaking the tension that had been handing in the air. "Like maybe our sex is a little… I dunno… plain?"

He looked at her wide eyed, wow, out of all the things he had imagined her ever saying, that was nowhere on the list, he thought their sex life was great, it wasn't as if they did the same thing every time, they mixed it up a little, trying different positions and they had even used handcuffs a couple of times, he didn't really know what else she could possibly be wanting from him. "Plain?"

"Okay, not plain but… boring."

"Boring, wow Marian, really piling on the compliments tonight," he scoffed, pulling further away from her as he played absently with the quilt cover, "anything else you want to add to that list?"

"Robin, come on, you know I didn't mean it like that," she sighed, "this is going really badly."

"What is? Wait, you already planned this before we had sex just now?" He asked, feeling slightly offended, was he really that bad? Were they really that bad together? Had his brain just been living in another realm where he thought he had been pleasing her? If so, why the hell hadn't she told him two years ago instead of waiting this long?

"Robin, it isn't you."

"Oh, it isn't? What is it then?" he questioned, maybe he was best stopping his brain from going into overdrive and listening to her explanation.

"I was just wanting to… I don't know, try something new, I know it's stupid…"

Something new? Interesting, "like what?."

"Well, how would you feel about… adding a couple of new players to the game?" she asked, biting the skin around her thumb, the way she always did when she was nervous.

"A couple of new players? I don't think I… oh," shit, what the hell was he supposed to say to that? How was he supposed to react? They were meant to be in a committed relationship and she wanted to invite people into their bed? That was what it sounded like anyway, he didn't know how he felt about it, it was all just very, very strange. "I don't know about that one."

"I knew you'd say that, forget I said anything," she sighed, turning to face away from him.

He bit the inside of his cheek and reached out to touch her back gently, he didn't know what he was doing, but if it was something she wanted, they had to at least talk about it, didn't they? "How do you even go about doing… that?"

"What swinging?" She turned back around again, her eyes meeting his.

He closed his eyes and nodded, never in all his life had he imagined himself being a swinger, "yes."

"Well, I know that this guy I work with and his girlfriend are into it, but to be honest, I have no idea." She shrugged, "are you really even considering it?"

"I don't know, I suppose if its something you want."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "so, this guy you work with, do you like him?"

"I suppose so," she grinned, tracing his shoulder gently, "why, do you think I should ask him?"

"How about, we talk about this some more later and you tell me if its still something you want."

"Okay, I think I can work with that." ...

Apparently, a month later it was still something she wanted, that was what had led him to be in this position in the first place. He still didn't know how to feel, it was an odd sensation knowing that you were going to sleep with someone other than the person you'd been sleeping with for two years, the only person you had been sleeping with for two years. He hadn't even met this other woman, sure he'd met her boyfriend, he was outside wooing Marian, which was totally weird to watch and quite infuriating if he were being honest.

Marian had said that she was hot, but he didn't really know what he was expecting. The woman wasn't home yet, her boyfriend, Daniel his name was, had said that she was out getting supplies, he didn't know what that meant, but he sincerely hoped it meant she was only out grocery shopping and not for something that was totally far beyond anything he would even consider doing.

He looked in the mirror again and shook his head, maybe he could pretend to be ill and go home, or just stay in the bathroom all night and refuse to come out like a child who hadn't got his own way. He sorted his hair, making sure that he didn't look like a complete dork; what if he didn't like this woman? What if she didn't turn him on at all, what the hell was he supposed to do then? He was way too nervous and it was seriously making him feel weird, he went back to thinking about Marian again and how she wanted this, that it had been her idea, he really must have cocked his relationship up somewhere to find himself in this position.

Another deep breath later, he worked up the courage to leave the bathroom and just as he did, he heard the front door open and a melodic voice call out, "honey, I'm home."