I don't own Robin Hood; I am just tampering with the characters, the BBC does.
This is really starting to get great fun to write!! So far, for my fist fanfic (apart from the oneshot) I personally think it might turn out to be okay.
Love and thanks to everyone who reads and reviews.
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It had been a few bed ridden days but Eve was finally able to get up and walk about the manor by herself. She had to admit to herself that she liked the manor a lot better than the castle. The maids were good company. Bessie a rather stout maid with a rather charming face took it upon herself to be Eve's personal servant. She hung around the bedroom constantly running herself off her feet in an effort to do errands for her. Eve didn't mind, she was a lovely, trusting girl and in her current state of monotony, a good friend was what kept her going-and the regular visits from Guy off course.
His concern over her wellbeing almost brought tears into her eyes. The fact that this busy, well placed lord should bother to think about her, just a visiting, nobleman's daughter made her feel so drawn to him.
It was a quiet, summer evening when Eve jumped out of her chair at the sound of knocking on the bedroom door. Thinking she would be left alone the entire evening she had changed into a flimsy white nightshift and decided to read by the window. The sound of the dusk birds chirping merrily in her ear.
"Who is it?" She called out gently, thinking it was just Bessie.
"Guy," The male voice answered, slightly muffled behind the solid wood.
Drat, she thought and hurriedly grabbed her cream, floor length, woollen cape with a large hood to put around her shoulders; she tried to wrap it slightly tighter around her body as well.
"Come in," She said, wincing as she thought it sounded a little too provocative, a little too husky.
His tall, dark, mysterious frame entered the room and he quickly looked away from her.
"I'm sorry, to disturb you. I did not know you were ready to retire."
She shrugged.
"It does not matter, I was just reading by the window."
He glanced over at her and a small laugh broke across his nervous face.
"Missing the fresh air?"
"Yes, oh yes! So much so, I mean, the room is very beautiful and I thank you for your generous hospitality but I feel if I don't get out into the sunlight and gallop through fields and forests again soon I shall just waste away!"
The tension from a few seconds earlier cracked. Guy eyed her gentle features and noticed the thin nightshift she wore. He glanced away again and forced his eyes onto her face, her hair, her eyes. They still held remments of her wild outburst, they were flashing, no longer tired, withdrawn and weary. He noticed from today's visit that her health had indeed improved, only two days ago she was still sitting in her chair, practising her embroidery.
"Then perhaps tomorrow, you should take a walk around the village but no further and no horse riding. At least not yet."
She squealed with such youth and vitality that Guy was taken aback and then she had flung her arms around his neck.
"Oh thank you Sir Guy!"
Her golden hair brushed against his cheeks and he breathed in the scent of blossom and lavender. He closed his eyes. Holding her tightly but she didn't pull away, she fell into the embrace to, snaking her slender arms around his waist. They held each other.
Eve forced herself to keep breathing at this intimacy she shared with him. She could almost feel his well toned body beneath her. It made her hungry and pushed in closer, never wanting to let go for fear she might starve.
"Forget the Sir. It's just Guy."
His voice tickled her ear and Eve though she'd swoon. His lips traced her jaw line and then caressed her cheek before settling on her own. She gasped. She kissed him back with desire, he calmed her. His lips spoke then, telling her to be patient.
She didn't want patience! She kissed hungrily again and Guy was as surprised as she was! He pulled away from her and held her face in his gloved hands.
"Easy, Eve. You are still weak."
"Oh, shut up!" She then proceeded to push him onto the bed.
I had to add it in at the end. Eve couldn't reject him again!