They slipped easily into the throng of soldiers, unnoticed in their disguises. Moving with them they made their way silently towards Marian's tent.
They froze when they heard a lazy voice through the thin fabric.
"He chose the people over you, doesn't that hurt, just a bit?" The Sheriff' sneering tones were not hard to place.
There was silence.
"How does that make you feel?" He seemed interested, unnaturally so.
There was another silence, and just when they thought it would not be broken she spoke.
"Proud, it makes me feel proud." Her voice was quiet.
"Proud?" He repeated in disgust. "He has sentenced you to a life of pain and then finally death, and you feel proud?!"
"Yes." Her tones were still soft.
"Why?" He spat finally.
"Because it means he is a good man." She said quietly.
There was a loud thwack and a hiss of pain.
"That should teach you to be so impertinent." He sounded furious, no, he sounded way beyond fury, in utter and complete rage he tore from the tent.
They stepped back from his path just as he went past them, he ignored them obviously and once he was gone they each let out a silent breath they did not know they had been holding.
"What now?" Much whispered.
"Now," Robin said grimly, "we wait."
It turned out that the wait wasn't long. The darkness came suddenly, casting a black shadow over everything as the guards ran about lighting torches on the Sheriff's command.
"Now?" Much seemed impatient and edgy.
Robin glanced around; it would be easy in all the activity.
"Yes now."
He slipped around the side of the tent and moved slowly inside, the dark linen brushing against him and making him shiver. Moving forward he squinted, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. Blinking he scanned the tent, finally seeing Marian.
She was bound to the pole that held up the cloth. Her hair was messy about her face, and he could see that she was watching him warily, taking in his every action. For a moment he wondered why she watched him with fear. Then he realised, she couldn't see him in the darkness. Slowly he moved forward towards her, as she stared at him, obviously not seeing who he was. As he got closer she squeezed her eyes closed as if she was trying to forget a nightmare.
Faster now he moved towards her, she obviously sensed his presences because she shivered and bit her lip.
"Please, get it over with quickly and then leave me in peace." She whispered.
He stared at her for a second, his brows pulling together into a frown. Then he understood and the realisation made him freeze in horror. They had done more then just beat her. The disgusting bastards had hurt his Marian in a way that was so inhumane it made him sick to his stomach. His pure, good Marian. Stained, tainted, ruined.
No! He would not think of her like that. She was still hers, it had been against her will, it meant nothing.
"Oh, my pure, sweet Marian, what have they done to you?" He whispered in her ear.
She started, her eyes snapping open she stared at him in disbelief as he gazed down at her in sadness.
"Robin." She breathed.
"Yes my love, I am here."
"I love you." She gasped.
"I love you too," He bent down and lent in carefully, pressing his lips with tender care against her own, reliving the tastes and scents of the woman he loved. His lips moulded to hers, but before he could begin to delve deeper she pulled away.
He looked at her with hurt, questioning eyes.
She looked saddened for a second, before her expression was covered with a small smile.
"I'm, kind of, well, tied up." She smirked slightly.
Flustered he moved around behind her and expertly slit the rope. She sighed in relief as it fell away and swung her hands slightly; trying to get the blood flowing back threw them.
He placed a kiss on the top of her head and bent down, whispering in her ear.
"I love you so much, I have missed you."
She smiled at him and stood on her tip-toes to reply, "I cannot put into words my love for you, I have missed so much it felt like I wasn't really whole."
He sighed, closing his eyes to wallow in the bliss surrounding him at the sound of his fiancé's voice.
"Come." He took her hand and lead her out of the tent, slipping them through the excitement back to the horses, Guy and Much had been keeping watch outside.
Silently he lifted her up to the back of his horse, then clambered on behind her. Moving his arms around her waist he took the reins.
"Hold on tight." He instructed softly in her ear, taking the chance to nibble it gently, making her giggle slightly and relax into his chest.
Then, suddenly, he pushed the horse into a gallop, streaking silently across the rough grass towards the castle where the other outlaws where already opening the gates. They were half way there when the first shout went up from the camp, followed by a shower of misplaced arrows. He could feel his blood pumping through his veins, the adrenaline making everything seem brighter than it was, making the hoof beats as they hit the drawbridge seem louder and the scents of the town so much stronger.
There was a loud bang as the gates were shut and the rest of the outlaws smiled at the four of them, pulling them into hugs. John stopped and stared at Marian in disbelief.
"A-Alive," He stuttered, uncharacteristically.
"And marginally well." Marian said, gently taking his hand.
He looked down at her for a second and then scooped her up into a large bear hug.
"It's a miracle." When he spoke he sounded as if he had a bad head cold.
"Yes, it is." Robin smiled his voice tender.
Gently Marian removed herself from Little John's embrace and turned to face Robin. Smiling softly she moved towards Robin, taking his hands in hers, intertwining their fingers.
Slowly the both moved away, the outlaws paying no mind to give the couple space.
They walked up seemingly through the streets of Nottingham, watching and waiting until they came to a peaceful spot. Gently Robin turned her around and pressed her against the wall of a small house.
"I love you so much," He said softly.
"And I you, my love." She breathed.
Slowly he bent down to her and kissed her gently, closing his eyes in ecstasy. He began to wrap his hands around her waist, but she pulled away again. He sighed and turned to her, she avoided his gaze, turning away from him.
"Marian, what is it?" He asked softly, moving her chin as the Sheriff had earlier, allowing care and love to pour into the action.
"You do not want me now," She replied finally, her voice so low he had to strain to hear it.
Robin stared at her in confusion as tears began to pour down her face. "Hey, hey," He protested tenderly, wiping them away. "I will always want you, my love."
"I am ruined." She said softly.
Robin grimaced in pain. "No, no," He moaned, pulling her into a close embrace and allowing her to sob into his shoulder as he gently stroked her hair. "You are not ruined, you are the most gorgeous, caring, kind, sweet, brave woman I have ever known and I love you more then anything. What those brutes did to you was not your fault," He felt the anger overwhelm him. "And I should kill each one of them," he went to move away, but she grabbed him and moved her head in closer to his, locking him in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues twirled around each other, dancing in the cavern of their mouths. Their hands wrapped around each other, his going around her slim waist and up her back. Hers clinging around him and combing through her hair. Gasping they drew apart for breath.
Smiling she leaned back into him she smiled happily. "Perfect," she breathed.
He only nodded, pulling her closer.
As they walked back to the group of outlaws they were smiling, his arm enfolding her waist, pulling her close to him, hers draped around his, as she leaned her head in.
"We're so glad your back." Much smiled, happily.
"Yes," The dark tones made her instantly jump and she stiffened in his arms as he pulled her even closer and attempted to soothe her.
"Go away Guy." Robin instructed his voice icy.
"You cannot keep me away forever Hood." Guy called, as he moved away from the happy couple.
Robin ground his teeth, "oh believe me, I can try."
Then he turned back to his gang, all of whom looked suitably uncomfortable.
"Where's Kate?"He said, in exasperation.
"She's gone to the King's troops." Tuck said. "To Loughborough, to get them to come down and help us fight!"
"Good," Robin nodded thoughtfully.
Suddenly there was a scream, they span around and Robin dived at Marian, pushing her to the ground before she was hit by the large ball of flames that came crashing from the sky. Instinctively he wrapped himself around her, protecting her body with his. They were both pushed by the enormous wave of pressured air, away from the fiery rock.
There was a silence that seemed to last hours, not seconds. Then, all hell broke lose. Women screamed, babies wailed, men shouted, children cried.
"Marian!" Robin shouted, disentangling himself from her and bending down next to her. "Marian, are you well?"
She looked up at him dazedly. "I-I am well," She finally managed to say, blinking through the haze that covered her wind.
He sighed in relief and leaned in to kiss her swiftly, before helping her to her un-steady feet and enclosing her in a tight hug, before turning to the others, whilst keeping his arm around her.
"Is everyone okay?"
The staggering gang nodded and muttered 'Yes.' looking around in hazy amazement.
"What was that?" Tuck gasped, coughing at the dust that was forming around them.
"Witchcraft!" Little John growled.
"A sign from God!" Much stared around in panic, "I'm sorry lord, I'm sorry!"
"Actually, that was Izanton Fire," They span around to stay at the source of the voice.
The young man sat astride a horse, his light brown hair ruffled and a sword slung in a sheath on his back. He was muscular and strong, though not as large as little John. His dark brown eyes were calculating as they scanned the outlaws.
"Archer!" Robin span around to stare at him. "We thought you had gone,"
"You thought wrong then." He gave him a smug smile as he slid off the horse.
"Erm, Robin?" Marian frowned in confusion, "who..." She gestured helplessly to Archer and Tuck.
"Oh yes, I'm so sorry my love, how could I have forgotten?" He smiled in adoration down at her. He pointed to Tuck. "This is Friar Tuck," Tuck nodded in greeting. "And this is Archer."
"Enchanted." Archer bent down and kissed her hand.
"He is my brother." Robin sent a glare at Archer.
"Your brother!" She frowned in confusion. "You don't have a brother!"
"Actually," Archer interrupted smoothly. "He has two brothers and a sister."
Robin grimaced as Marian span around to stare at him.
"Since when?"
"Since, about two weeks ago," He said sheepishly.
Marian blinked a few times and then turned back to Archer, "Well, I suppose that makes you my brother-in-law." She smiled slightly and Robin nodded, he hadn't thought of that.
"You are married?" He blinked a few times.
"Yes," Robin came forward and pulled Marian close to him, and she relaxed into his side.
"Well," Archer's cocky confidence was back again. "I wish you all the best!"
Smiling like an idiot Robin pulled Marian closer. "Thank you."
"Izanton Fire?" Tuck stared at him frowning.
"It's a liquid, an oily substance, water cannot put it out."
"How do you know so much about it?" Much stared at him suspiciously.
Archer sent him a pitying look. "I work in the weapon trade."
"How did the Sheriff get it?" Robin mused aloud.
"I sold it to him."
There was a stunned silence that was broken suddenly by a row of voices.
"You did what!?"
"You traitor!"
"How could you!?"
"That is an act against God and our cause!"
Robin actually sprang towards him, looking as if he was going to punch him, but a loud voice made him halt.
"Do not harm my brother!"
They turned together, to see Guy striding through the dust towards them, his eyes fixed on Archer.
There was a small squeak from behind Robin and he turned to see Marian shaking violently, staring at Guy in terror, her breaths coming in short sharp gasps.
"Marian!" Robin shouted running back towards her just in time to catch her as she fainted. "Stay here." He glowered at Guy and lifted Marian up easily, striding swiftly away.
As he walked away he noted how easy it was to carry her, far too easy, much easier than it should have been, she was too thin, too light. She couldn't have had a proper meal in days.
He arrived at their previous spot and sunk slowly to the ground, resting Marian gently on the ground, placing her head gently in his lap. Sighing he stroked her head as she began to regain consciousness.
"What? Where are we?" Marian frowned in confusion, pushing herself into sitting position and leaning into him.
"Away," was all he said as he examined her closely.
She sighed and avoided his eyes.
"Marian, what was that?" He said finally, his soft tone making his words seem less severe.
"I-I don't know." She could never lie to him.
"Yes you do my love, please, tell me, I want to help."
She sighed again and winced.
"I, well, you see, Guy, it's just, I, well..." She stuttered into silence.
He caressed her face gently. "Tell me."
"I have nightmares." She said finally, unshed tears making her eyes shine in the moonlight.
"About him?" His voice was soft and coaxing.
She nodded leaning into him and allowing her tears to fall. He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her.
"That is nothing to ashamed of my love and it is natural as he has almost killed you twice after all." He rubbed her back in soothing circles as she sobbed.
"I just, I feel, so" She struggled for the correct word. "weak!"
"No, no." He grimaced at the pain his love was so obviously feeling. "You are anything but weak. You have survived a sword through the stomach and a dagger through the side, you are not weak."
She gazed up at him. "Really?"
"Really," he reassured her.
She bit her lip.
"I'm being stupid aren't I?" She said, staring up at him adorably.
Suddenly he bust out laughing and picked her up, spinning her around. Then she was laughing too, and they were both holding each other, so tightly that they feared they would suffocate. Both laughing, happily clinging onto each other.
"I love you, my wife."
"I love you, my husband."
The great hall was crowded. Some paced, back and forward, others sat, having intent conversations, the rest stood, crowding around one part of the table.
There was silence when the couple entered, all of the outlaws turning to look at them as Robin started to make his way down the stairs, clutching Marian's hand as if his life depended on it.
"Robin!" Only Kate ignored Marian's presence, running up to Robin and flinging her arms around him, kissing him firmly.
Marian gasped and moved away from him, tearing her hand from his. Robin, however barely noticed as his hands wrapped automatically around Kate and he continued kissing her. Spinning around away from the gawping faces she half ran half stumbled back up the stairs, tears pouring down her face and blurring her vision.
And blindly she ran, away from the horrifying truth.
When she finally realised where she was she stuttered and came to a stop, then she stared around, it was obvious no one would come here. Then, moving automatically nearly blinded by her uncontrollable tears she half walked, half crawled into an empty cell. Slouching by the wall she allowed her sobs to overtake her body and block out the rest of the world.
Robin only noticed something was wrong a few minutes after Marian pulled her hand away. He started to alert himself to who he was kissing. It couldn't be Marian, she was too thin to be Marian, and too small. And she tasted different too. This woman tasted of walnuts and wine, she tasted sharp and, almost bitter. Marian tasted of lavender and berries; she tasted fresh like the sun and soft. There was a rough brush against his side and he frowned and pulled away from the woman to see Gisbourne disappearing through the door. Blinking slightly, as if dazed he looked around to see the woman in his arms was, as he had suspected, not his wife, but Kate.
Oh God.
Marian.
Tearing away from Kate he span around, franticly searching the room for her.
"She's not here Robin." Tuck's tone was deep and a touch disdainful, as he looked at him with what could only be disappointment.
"Well, that was a surprise." Archer looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Didn't have you down as that kind of man, well done bro." He gave him a smile and winked.
The other outlaws shot him scornful looks.
"Where is Marian?" He ignored his brother and addressed the outlaws.
They looked uncomfortable.
"Where is Marian?!" He barked out the demand as if it was an order, the tone of his voice cracked through the silence like a whip lash.
"She... well, she, erm, left. When you and Kate..." Much trailed off awkwardly.
Robin searched through the outlaws, his heart heavy and then frowned. "Where is Guy?"
Again there was an uncomfortable silence as the gang exchanged looks.
"He has gone after Marian." Tuck said finally.
"What? Why?" Robin almost snarled.
"You were busy." Tuck's disdain was obvious now.
Robin groaned and leaned his head back.
"I will be back, I need to find her." He was talking more to himself than to them, as he pulled away from a startled and confused Kate.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him to a halt.
"Hold on, who is this Marian woman?"
"She is my wife," Robin's irritation and desperation made him blunt. "And I have to find her."
Then he pulled roughly away and stormed from the hall, out into the corridor only to realise he had no idea where she was. Unperturbed he continued, sprinting down the corridors, searching in the small nooks and alcoves that he had come to know over his time as an outlaw. He did not find her. In a
Finally he made his way to her room, throwing open the door and staring around. It was just as she had left it. Her possessions sat, untouched, coated in a fine layer of dust. A dress lay sprawled on the bed, obviously where she had left it. Sighing, he sat heavily on the bed, frantic thoughts flying around his mind. Where was she? Where had she gone? Was she alright? Suddenly he grasped the dress, pulling it up to him, burying his face into it, breathing her sweet scent that still clung faintly to the material.
Then, for no reason, he was crying. Tears pouring from his eyes, soaking into the cloth.
She was stiff. That was the first thing she realised. And cold, very cold. Blinking slightly she pulled her eyes open, trying to adjust her eyes to the dim light.
"Who are you?" The voice was high and suspicious.
Starting in surprise she got to her feet and turned. There was a woman in the cell opposite, staring at her. Her whole appearance was bedraggled. Her dark hair hung in limp strands around her pale, thin face. She was wearing a gown of thick black velvet, strung with gold.
"I could ask you the same question." Marian frowned distrustfully.
"Isabella," The woman introduced herself. "And yourself?"
"Marian," She nodded, still wary. "Why are you here?"
The woman watched her carefully, her eyes calculating.
"You are his Marian." She stated rather than asked.
Marian looked up startled. "I'm sorry..." She stared at the woman in confusion.
"He talked of you, used to talk, but then he stopped." She shrugged, "I do not know why, He said he wanted to forget, I suppose he did." She smiled a suddenly wicked smile. "I'd expect that I helped him, although all the credit must not go to me, Kate, will have helped him too."
Her job done, she leant back on the bars, her expression one of absolute satisfaction.
Marian stared at her for a second, processing what she had said. She took a staggering step back, her eyes locked on Isabella.
She couldn't breathe, she needed air.
On that thought she fled.
"You didn't find her?" Much's voice was soft, gentle even.
Robin shook his head stiffly, his eyes red.
Much grimaced in sympathy and placed a hand on his arm.
"What's this then?" He was grateful to find his voice did not display how scared and upset he was. He moved closer to the table where they were crowding around a scrap of paper.
"The note I brought back from the King," Kate explained.
Instantly she had Robin's attention.
"Give it to me." He ordered.
Obediently she passed him the scrap of paper. Barely giving her a glance he scanned through the lines of elegant scrawl.
Robin of Locksley.
I have heard your call, Even now I will be leading my troops to your aid,
We will arrive soon, do not fight, put the castle into lock down.
For England I claim that castle.
Thank you my friend.
Your Royal Monarch, Richard.
Robin looked up, his heart was racing, a glimmer of hope reflected in his eyes.
"He is coming now," He confirmed, staring at her intently.
"Yes," She nodded, taken aback by his intent gaze.
"That is good," Smiling he sighed slightly. "This is excellent, we do as he says, we out the castle in lock down."
Marian was around the opposite side of the castle than the Sheriff, so she could walk easily through the ling grass, allowing it to graze her finger as she breathe din the cool air.
It was logical, she reasoned with herself, that Robin should try and move on. She has expected this, she had prepared herself even. But it didn't make it any less painful. She sighed and continued to walk. It really was okay that he had moved on, she just supposed she had not expected it so soon. She had thought he would have waited longer before he had moved away from their love. She felt a lump rise in her throat and pushed it back ruthlessly. But almost immediately she was overcome was the picture o Robin and Kate together and this tome the lump was too big.
She let the tears fall this time, streaming down her face as her chest rose and fell more swiftly than before. She had suffered so much, she reflected as she slipped down behind an extremely large bush that shaded the sun from her. She had suffered so much at the hands of the Sheriff of Nottingham, he had taken away her pride, her confidence, her tolerance, her resistance, even, in the end, her innocence. But even in the darkest days, he had not taken away her spirit. She had been with Robin two hours, and it was already starting to be crushed.
Marian scowled and then froze. Voices.
"The King is coming to help Robin Hood. He will be here very soon, in a matter of hours they say." Blaue Myer.
"What?! The King should be in Acre fighting the Turk, or at least at on a ship somewhere." The Sheriff.
She stayed completely still, barely breathing, although her heart was hammering so loud she was amazed they couldn't hear it.
"Well, we will have to kill him." TH Sheriff's voice was so matter a fact it made her shiver.
"Shall I send the men, my lord?"
"No, no, we do this one quietly. No mess, no violence."
"Of course my lord..."
The men's voices got quieter as they moved away and Marian finally moved her now stiff body away from the tree. She had to warn Robin.
She banged on the large door.
"Robin!" She shouted, "Robin, open the damn door!" There was no reply. "Much! John! Tuck! Archer! Somebody let me in!"
There was only silence. Groaning in frustration she thumped her fist against the wood of the door.
There was only one thing to do, filled with a new strength from the adrenaline pumping through her body; she took off through the fields.
"Halt!" The soldiers slid their swords across the entrance to the King's camp. "What is your business here?"
"Let me through!" Marian commanded desperately, she was tired, she was cold, she was hungry and she really didn't need this. "My name is Marian of Knighton," She made sure to make her voice heard across the camp and many soldiers looked up in interest. "I saved the King's live last summer in Acre and I know of a plot to kill him!"
The soldiers looked at her, their faces sceptical.
"No!" His shout was more of a roar as he came striding down the camp towards them.
"Your Majesty," The guards fell to one knee and Marian did the same.
A gentle hand rested on her hand for a second. "Rise, my child."
She did so obediently.
"My lady Marian," He stared at her. "When I last saw you, you were..." He trailed off in absolute shock.
"I was dead, my liege."
He nodded. "How is it that you live?"
"The miracle of Saracen medicine," was all she said. "My liege, I know of a plot on your live."
He studied her. "So I heard." There was an amused twinkle in his eyes. "Come."
They walked through the camp, soldiers staring as they passed, whispers circulating.
"That's Marian of Knighton."
"She saved the Kings live last year."
"She's Robin of Locksley's wife."
"Where is Robin?"
Once they arrived at his tent he ushered her inside, offering her a seat on one of the many large cushions that lay spread out over the tents floor. She did so and turned to face him.
"My Liege," She appealed directly. "The Sheriff of Nottingham plans to come here, to kill you."
The King watched her carefully. Then he nodded, "I will post guards."
She sighed in relief. "Thank you, my lord."
"You will stay here tonight." A Statement, not a question.
"If that is your desire, my lord, then I shall."
"Good," He turned to her. "Have the guards find you a tent, sleep well, Lady Marian."
When Robin awoke the next day he felt, for a moment a swelling of joy. The King was coming, Marian was alive!
But then the pit of worry and sadness and fear dropped back into his stomach. Marian was missing, the King was coming to defeat the Sheriff, who was still alive.
Groaning he pulled himself out of the bed he had commandeered.
Marian's bed.
He had taken it the night before, needing to be near to her. At one point he had sworn he had heard her voice. Calling him, something about a damn door, he smiled as he remembered, just for a second her aggravated tones and the way her eyes flashed when she was angry.
Then he sighed, moving from the bed he made his way to the door, closing it carefully behind him. Turning, he went to the Great Hall, following the voices of his friends.
They where stood or sat in different positions, all eating what looked suspiciously like porridge.
"Robin!" Much's call made them all halt, eyes turned up to face him as a painful silence filled the room.
"Morning!" He said, cheerily, but he could tell he was fooling no one, least of all himself.
"Come, have some porridge," Much smiled at him warmly as the outlaws went back to their conversations, shooting him occasional glances. Or glowers.
Guy and Archer were both shooting him identical daggers.
"Ignore them." Much said quietly, handing Robin some porridge. "We'll find Marian soon."
"I hope so." Robin sighed.
"Don't worry," Much comforted him. "She must be in the castle right?"
He nodded.
"Well, maybe she just, got lost or..."
A loud sound cut across him, trumpets.
Robin span around, along with most of the other people in the room.
"The King." Was all Robin said, before dropping his bowl, grabbing his sword, bow and quiver and sprinting from the room, soon followed by all the other outlaws.
The King's troops stood, ready for battle, looking at them it was at least four to one against the Sheriff's men.
So it wasn't surprising they had surrendered.
That and the fact that the King held the Sheriff himself at sword point.
"Robin," The King greeted him happily, his arms spread wide he pulled Robin into a manly embrace, that he readily returned.
"Well done my friend," The King praised him quietly. "You have fought well, but the war, is over."
Robin smiled at him, "thank you, my liege."
"Also, Robin, I fear I may have something of yours," Smiling knowingly he turned back towards his camp and gestured.
Marian. She sat on a brown stallion making friendly conversation with the man next to her. She was smiling and laughing, her face alight with happiness that made his heart swell and the pit of sadness he had felt in his stomach all morning disappear immediately.
"Marian!" He smiled, and turned questioningly to the King.
"Go," He said nodding, a large grin covering his face. As he watched Robin walk away he smiled. "Oh what it is to be young and feel loves cruel sting," he commented idly to the man next to him, who nodded.
"Marian!" Robin ran over to her, slowing as he came to her and taking her in again. Her beauty radiated from her like light and she was almost glowing.
She turned and saw him, but instead of breaking out into a smile, she bit her lip and watched him wearily.
"Hello Robin." She slid elegantly from the horse.
He held out his hand to her, his eyes staying locked with hers. She looked at him uncertainly, and his heart broke as she hesitantly moved her hand out to take his in the familiar position, intertwining their fingers.
"Come," He said gently, leading her away.
They walked together silently, making their way across the fields, and finally into the forest. Finally he pulled them to a stop.
"Marian," he said softly, reaching out to caress her face with his hand. She winced and recoiled from the action.
"Marian?" He moved forward as she moved and turned her back to him.
"I'm sorry," He said finally. "I was an idiot, I tried to fill the hole that came when you, went. I tried to fill it and I failed so I tried to cover it up and..."
She cut him off with a short sharp kiss.
"Shh," She commanded pulling away. "You were right my love," she took a deep breath. "You thought me dead and you needed to move on, it is not your fault."
"I should never have tried to replace you, I'm sorry, can you forgive me?" He asked her, his eyes dreadfully sad.
She smiled wickedly. "Well..."
He smirked back, "maybe I can convince you?" He leant forwards slowly, obviously giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. Then he pressed his lips hard against hers, wrapping his arms around her, his hands moving around her body in ways she was sure weren't natural. She was immediately at his command, her head spinning and her body tingling and rising into him willingly.
She pulled gasping away from him, gasping for breath, he moved downwards, kissing her bare neck making her shiver and go weak at the knees.
"So?" He murmured.
"I think you've convinced me." She was thankful that her voice didn't quiver or brake.
"Well that is good news," He whispered in her ear. "Come on," He pulled her in towards him. "Lets go."
She smiled at him. "Let's go." She agreed, and together they walked away, to start a new life.
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