THE CAVE

Robin and Marian were both angry.

They lay on their backs in their bunk in their small cave, glaring up at the ceiling.

Marian's knuckles screamed from hitting archer so hard, and robin felt betrayed and stupid for not seeing that Archer had ulterior motives.

He would have left Nottingham by no in any case, or had started to.

And Isabella, where was she?

She knew better than to hang around in Nottingham, he was sure.

Marian pushed herself to sit up angrily.

Her hands pressed into the mattress she sat on.

Robin looked at her and reached to run his fingers through the back of her hair.

She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, glaring at the wall opposite.

She and archer had not been close, but still…

It churned her insides think that he would betray Robin, and kill him, for a few pennies… and for Isabella…

She knew Much was as angry as she was.

She felt a sudden urge towards Robin.

Her eyes filled with lust and she leant closer to him, running a hand up his chest.

He was still staring at the celling.
"Robin…" She bent her neck to kiss his cheek.

"What?" He asked and as he turned his head to face her, her lips crashed into his.

Both of them moaned in pleasure.

SHERWOOD FOREST

When Archer came around he was being thrown down a grassy bank.

By the time he rolled to a stop in the road at the bottom, his mind was completely clear.

He pushed himself up onto his arms to look up in time to see the gang disappearing from sight.

He pushed himself upright and bushed himself off.

He was better off alone.

Archer had not told Isabella that they were related to seek a bond, he needed money.

Although… Marian and the gang had that now.

She and Robin had not been with the gang who had left he realised.

And she had his money.

Oh well, there were other ways of getting money.

The sound of a horse neighing made Archer spin.

The white stallion came riding towards it, and he held his hands out to stop its ride from spurring it on.

The voice that spoke down at him was cold.
"I thought I told you what would happen if I ever saw you again."

He grinned, ignoring her tone.

"We are both outlaws now; together we could be unstoppable, start somewhere new…"

"You expect me to trust you?" She hissed.

"I don't trust anyone." He said seriously but his eyes twinkled, "Neither should you."

"I don't."

She knew the only one she could rely on was herself.

She took in a breath.
"Fine."

He grinned and took the reins of the horse, walking her and her mount down the path through Sherwood.

"So where are we heading?" He asked conversationally after a few moments.

Surprisingly to herself, she felt nothing when leaving Nottingham behind.

"London." She said.

"Oh?"

"yes." She was firm.

"Very well then." He kept them walking. "Sister."

She grinned, "Half-brother."

Isabella and Archer could have laughed.

They walked from Sherwood, backs towards Nottingham.

They left Robin Hood behind.

Self-preservation was better than dying for a cause.

Both of them believed it.

THE CAVE

Marians and Robin's breathing was loud and ragged.
His body covered hers, his arms wrapping around her, hands clutching at her hips and legs, straining her even closer.
She could barely think, her head was spinning that much.
Her hands clasped and grabbed at his back as he pushed and pulled them even closer together.
His lips pressed firmly at her neck and then to her lips, she grabbed at his face, feeling infinite and pleasured.
As his lips moved to her throat her back arched and her breathing hiked.
The mattress underneath them groaned slightly and Marian clasped at Robin even tighter, trying to anchor herself somehow.

Her brain was cloudy and spinning.
Robin could barely think as well, but managed to move one of his arms to touch her cheek.
"Love look at me." he gasped.
She managed to open her eyes, her hands moving behind her head to grab at the banister like poles that made up the head board Will had crafted for their cave.
Her eyes locked with his and he pressed his mouth to hers.
"I want to see you." Robin moaned around her mouth.
Her back arched further as he strained them repeatedly closer.
One of his arms reached to clutch the headboard and his other strained around in the space between her back and the mattress, holding her body completely to him.
Marian's head fell back as she was lifted slightly off the mattress, her hair a dark fan around them.
Her eyes rolled back into her head and their bodies almost jolted.
She cried out his name in pleasure, him moaning loudly her name and pressing his lips to her neck.
She grew heavy like he did.
He slowly moved his arm to let her lay flat back on the mattress again.
Robin moved his arm from under her and moved it with his other hand to rest on the mattress either side of her ribs, supporting his weight as he hovered over her.
Marians head was spinning, a feeling she wanted over and over, and one she knew she would never lose with Robin.
Her husband.
Robin was sure he could love no one more than he did her.
Through his foggy eyes he watched as her hands slowly unwrapped from around the headboard poles to move to hold his face and hair, guiding his lips back to hers gently.
They stared at one another when they pulled apart, both gasping for breath, eyes sparkling and infinite from the exertion.

He rested his forehead against hers and kissed her softly.

"I love you." He whispered the same thing he did after every time.

Just so she knew.

He was the one who loved her.

She pulled him in for another kiss.

"I love you too."

Just so he knew.

The one who loved him.

NOTTINGHAM CASTLE

Her voice flitted to him through the castle, bouncing off of the stone.

"Guy… Guy…"

It filled his head, and made his eyes snap around in his skull behind closed eyes.

"Guy…"

It flowed around the scenes and settings like water.

"Guy…"

Over the draw bridge… down through Locklsey, over the hills and through the trees…

"Guy… Guy…"

It spun around and around, making the stars spin.

His limbs were cold, and his body was screaming in protest.

"Guy…"

Guisborne's eyes snapped open.

He stared for a moment as his head spun with her laugh, tinkling and haunting in his skull.

The trees were cold and dark and still.

He could feel the boots on his feet, and the dirt beneath them.

His hand was clasped around a bow and an arrow in the other hand.

He was in the forest.

Guy screamed.