A/N: Okay, I'm just gonna say it; Lacey's a bitch. I know. But, you have to keep in mind, her only parental figure is the Sheriff so... you can't really expect much. I do hope people are enjoying this, even if it is simply a guilty pleasure story...

Anyway, this chapter isn't apart of any particular episode, more like a filler, but we're still in season 1.

Chapter 3

Leather Gloves

I was thrown on my back, roughly, but my head only hit the pillow on my bed. He hovered above me, slowing coming in. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him further inside me.

I looked up at Guy of Gisborne biting his glove and slowly sliding it off. He held his other glove in front of me. I used my teeth to peel it off his hand. Once I spit it out I lifted my body, wrapping my hands around his neck, kissing him. His tongue tasted so sweet. I ripped off his black leather from his back. Deciding I wanted to be on top, I twisted my body around forcing him to submit while still kissing him. I sat up straighter, slowly pressing down, feeling Guy hard inside me. My head leaned back as both of Guy's strong hands squeezed my bare breasts.

Something about this felt so good, so right, until…

My eyes popped open. My entire body was covered in sweat. I slowly sat up.

"What the hell was that?" I grumbled.

When I realized I could still feel the wetness between my legs, I thrashed one of my pillows across the room. At that moment I heard a knock on my door.

I groaned. "Who is it?"

"It's Guy."

I huffed and rolled my head back. Of course.

"One moment."

I got up and grabbed my silk robe from the closet and threw it around me.

I answered the door. "What?"

Guy stood with his arms folded, wearing the same black as always.

"May I come in?" he asked me.

Still tired, I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, while answering bluntly, "No."

I started to slam the door, but Guy's hand caught it. For a moment, I stared at his glove. I could almost still taste the leather in my mouth. Suddenly, I wanted to vomit.

"The Sheriff is still angry with both of us about the other day," Guy explained. "He says we need to start getting along."

I rolled my eyes but pulled the door open. "Fine. Come in."

Guy walked in, once again, folding his arms. He eyed the pillow I had thrown against the wall.

"Rough night?" he asked me, with his blow raised.

"I didn't sleep well," I muttered in response.

He looked me in the eye and slowly reached his hand towards my cheek.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked me.

I stepped back and touched my hand to my cheek and realized he was talking about the bruise I still had from when he backhanded me that day.

"Only a little," I mumbled.

He sighed before admitting, "I suppose I shouldn't have done that?"

Now I raised my eyebrow. Is he trying to apologize to me?

I huffed. If he was going to be nicer, perhaps I should to. Otherwise, it would only make me look bad in front of Vaisey.

"I guess I had it coming," I admitted, reluctantly. "I did try to plot against you. Also, unlike most girls, I can actually fight back."

He chuckled, placing his hand briefly on his mouth. "I know. When you jumped off the hanging podium, your kick nearly broke my jaw."

I smiled at that.

"Anyway," Guy went on, "I've prepared a breakfast. I'd like you to join me."

"Fine," I agreed, "but next time can it not be so early?"

He rolled his eyes and glanced out the window at the sun, which was already pretty high up and replied, "I have things to do. I don't have time to wait for you while you snooze all day."

I merely grunted in response. This whole getting-along-with-Guy thing was going to be difficult.

He lifted his hand up and started to pull his right glove off with his teeth. I suddenly got flashes of my dream.

"Stop!" I cried out, abruptly.

He looked at me, curiously. "What's wrong?"

"It's just… Don't take those off now."

Guy tilted his head. "Why not?"

I placed my hand on my head. "I don't want you to… I don't know…"

I started to shove him towards the door. "Just go. I need to get dressed and I can't do it while you're in here. I'll meet you for breakfast after."

When I shut him out, I leaned back on the door and sighed, reminding myself it was just a dream. Nothing I felt was real.

I threw on a deep blue down and walked out to meet Guy for breakfast. When I arrived I found the table set up with two plates, each piled with breads and fruit.

When I sat down, the new kitchen girl asked, "Is there anything else I can get for you, My Lady?"

"Wine," I answered quickly.

Guy raised his eyebrow. "Really? This early?"

I huffed. "Look, if we're going to do this, I need to drink."

He sighed and rolled his eyes.

When the girl returned with a goblet of wine, I took a big gulp. I picked up a piece of bread, but hesitated when it reached my lips.

"What's wrong?" Guy asked.

I slowly lowered the bread. "I… uh…"

Guy shook his head and let out a brief chuckle. "You actually think I'm stupid enough to poison you?"

"It would be so easier than actually trying get along with me, right?" I challenged.

Guy only snickered softly. I held out of the bread towards him.

"Fine." He got up and walked to my side of the table. I held the bread up and he leaned over and took a bite. We waited several moments. He had both hands on the table, hovering over me.

"Satisfied?" he asked with a smirk.

I sighed and nodded as Guy returned to his seat. I gulped down the rest of my wine and called for another.

As I was taking another sip, Guy informed me, "So today the Sheriff threatened if we don't stop fighting over who will be the next sheriff, he will force us to marry so he doesn't have to worry about the decision anymore."

I spit out my drink, nearly choking on the wine going down my throat at the time.

"Wh… what?!" I coughed out. "No… there's no way! He can't do that to us!"

"I'm afraid if he gets Prince John to back him on this, we won't have a choice," Guy pointed out. "However, there is a way we can avoid spending the rest of our lives making each other miserable."

I took a bite of bread, mildly surprised he did not mean killing me.

Guy went on, "If I find another woman to wed, then we'll have nothing to worry about."

I sipped my wine and commented, "I suppose you mean the Lady Marian?"

"Yes," Guy confirmed, lightly pounding his fist on the table, "but cannot force her. She must be willing."

I sighed and briefly held my goblet towards you. "Well, good luck to you then."

I saw him take in a breath before admitting quietly, "I will need your help."

For a moment, I merely gawked at him. "What do you want me to do?"

"Talk to her… as women talk," Guy suggested, "Maybe you can convince her to be willing."

I raised my brow and almost laughed. "You want me of all people to talk to her? You know Marian doesn't really like me very much."

"Well, I know it's hard for you, but you could try being more pleasant than usual," Guy grumbled. "Look, I just need you because…"

When he failed to finish the sentence, I giggled. "You just don't know any other women, do you?"

I could tell I was infuriating him. I remembered Vaisey's threat and covered my mouth, clearing my throat.

"Well, at least we know, you're not a virgin," I offered with a shrug. After several moments passed I finally said, "Alright fine, I'll do it."

vVv

I rode horseback to Marian's home, where she lived with her father, the previous sheriff. I could not say I necessarily looked forward to this. After all, Marian and I did not have much in common, except perhaps the fact we both don't want to be the next Lady of Gisborne. I honestly did not know of Marian's feelings of Guy. I knew, however, there was something between her and Robin Hood before he left for war.

At the sound of a branch cracking, I pulled my horse to a halt. I peered around. I didn't see anyone. I continued on and heard it again. This time I saw something move in the bushes. Fortunately, I came prepared.

I grabbed my bow and positioned my arrow, pointing it at the bush.

"I know you're there," I grumbled, ready to shoot. "You may as well come out."

I heard a footstep behind me, followed by a voice, "Wrong side, My Lady."

"Damn it," I muttered, when I turned my head to see it was that thief, Allan, behind me. A rabbit jumped out of the bush.

Since Allan had his own bow, with my back turned, I was forced to lower my weapon.

I let out a huff before asking, "Are you alone?"

He merely shrugged. "At the moment, but I don't need I'll be needing any help since you, too, appear to be alone."

Allan walked over towards my horse, still pointing the arrow at my chest.

"I didn't bring any money," I pointed out to him.

"No worries," he replied, picking up the sack I had tied to the saddle. "I can use some more arrows anyway."

"Wait," I said taking a step towards him, "you can't take all my arrows. I don't have anything else to defend myself with. What if I'm attacked?"

He sighed. "I'm not being funny, but you did have your weapon pointed at the wrong side just now. If I was someone else, you might be dead right now."

"Well I thought you were a rabbit," I muttered.

An idea, sparked on me. It was not a good idea. Perhaps it only came from the wine I drank, but it will have to do.

"Maybe there is something else I can give you instead," I said, taking another step towards him.

Allan pulled back the bow some more. I started to unlace my gown.

"Please drop your weapon," I told him. "This will go a lot better if I don't have to worry about getting shot."

With ease, he lowered the arrow, but still stared at me in suspicion.

"Are… are you serious?" He asked me, but started to pull off his own shirt. "Right here… right now?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not on the main road, obviously. Go behind the trees."

"Okay," Allan, muttered with a nod, as he started to step back.

I flung my arms around his neck, kissing him, as he pulled me back behind the trees. He lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around Allan's waist. He held me against a tree, lifting up my dress. Normally the peeling bark would have bothered me but I was too absorbed in the moment to care. I tilted my head to the side and let him kiss my neck. My sensations grew as I felt him within me. For a moment, I forgot I was in the forest and this man was the enemy.

At the end, I let my legs drop to the ground and hold on to his shoulders, resting my head on his chest. We both breathed heavily but did not utter a world.

"Allan?" We both heard a voice call.

Allan huffed. "It's just Much."

I sighed and pointed out, "No doubt the others are close by. I should probably be leaving."

I pulled down my dress and started to re-lace the top. Allan pulled up his pants.

As I started back towards my horse, Allan asked, "Will, uh… this ever happen again."

I barely turned my head and sighed. I had to admit, he was much better than I thought he would be, but continuing this would be too risky.

"No," I said in response. "This can never happen again. Goodbye, Allan A Dale."

I leapt on my horse and rode off. I did not make it to Lady Marian's this day. I figured it would be too dicey with the outlaws nearby. However, this day would not be a complete waste, I told myself. After all, perhaps it would help me take my mind off my current dreams and give me something else to dream about.

It didn't. This night in my dream, Guy of Gisborne entered my room, wearing nothing but his leather gloves.