Marian felt very comfortable, as much as Robin bragged about his "fit" body; his stomach was like a pillow of soft feather. And, as she would to a pillow, she smacked his stomach to even it out for her heads comfortably. She heard a soft protest from her "pillow" and giggled despite herself.

"Why you're down there, instead of up here by my lips, I'll never know." He sighed.

"Well, for one, your stomach doesn't attack me with its tongue whenever I get in a five mile radius…"

She felt a slight whack on the back of her head, and then lifted said head to give Robin her meanest look. "Now, now, young man, that's no way to treat your betrothed."

He held back a snort at the "manly" voice she had used to scold him with. So, Marian gave his stomach another slap for good measure, then settled back down on it.

A few moments later, right when she was beginning to become drowsy, she felt his hand playing with her hair. "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, love."

"Well, is it good or bad?"

A brief silence ensued, and his deep voice responded, "Bad."

"Bad? Well then, tell me on the way back, don't spoil the mood, eh?" She lifted her head and gave a slow wink, whether it was slow because of how tired she was, or simply because earlier they saw a couple slow winking before pouncing on each other, he'd never know.

He nodded in agreement, and she sighed blissfully and instead of lying back on his stomach, she shimmied her way up towards his lips, and kissed him.

We're at the top of the world, you and I.