Robin is sitting at the camp, staring into the fire. The night is falling and everyone is busying themselves with little tasks like cleaning pots, sharpening arrow points or mending clothes.
"You should go now." She had whispered against his lips as they had come up for air. It had broken his will, forgetting everything he had wanted to say to her.
That had been why he had come over. To tell her that she was making a mistake. That she shouldn't marry Gisborne, that she couldn't! He would protect her and her father if that was what she was so worried about. He would find a way. She couldn't marry him!
But after he had scrambled up the side of the house and climbed through her window all his words had left him. She turned on her stool, looking at him surprised. As he walked towards her she had stood up and started to speak.
But her words never came out as he crush his mouth on hers; silencing whatever protest she had been forming.
After her words there was nothing left to do but climb back out of the window. She wanted him to leave, so he left.
Now that he had a chance to gather his thoughts, it just left him confused.
She had kissed him back. She definitely had. She had placed her hands on his chest, fingers lightly holding on to his shirt and she had kissed him back.
It had been a good kiss, a great kiss. And it had left him wanting more. But he had pushed him away. Told him to leave.
"Master. Master" Much called him out of his reverie. He looked at his friend wearily.
"Shouldn't you be getting to bed master?"