It had been a long day and he was tired. But he had to see her. It had been three days since they had last kissed. He would have loved to have seen her sooner but the last three days had been spend running and dodging arrows. Gisborne had stayed on their tail for three days straight before loosing them as they looped around and disappeared so deeply into the forest they had discovered areas none of them had ever seen before.

They had past some treacherous cliffs and steep rocky passages. It was dark and wet and dangerous. They had all slipped and bruised themselves several times and Will had twisted his ankle nastily. John cut his arm on a sharply edged rock as he twisted and turn to get through a narrow passage. It was so bad Djac had to sow it with a needle and thread to stop it bleeding.

But they had managed to get away and returned to the camp to sleep. But as tired as he was, he couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about Marian.

He had even felt his mind wonder to thoughts of her whilst running. And if Alan hadn't pulled him down, an accurately aimed arrow would have definitely hit him.

So now he was on his way to see her. It took his last strength to pull himself up the side of the house and climb in through her window. To his great disappointment, she wasn't there. Where could she be? It was night time, she should have been in bed.

Was she at Nottingham Castle? Or even worse, at Locksley Manor with Gisborne?

He stood in her room, not sure what to do. Her bed looked so inviting. He was so tired and it was a real bed. It had been so long since he had slept in a real bed. One with a big and comfortable mattress. A bed in a room where no night's chill would creep into your bones and muscles.

If it really was a conscious decision or just his body giving up he couldn't remember. His lights went out the second he hit the covers.

…..

Marian came home from another night's work as the Night Watchman. She had to go out tonight. Gisborne had angered her with his smug story of harrying Robin and his gang for days, at dinner, which he had forced her to have with him.

All she could think about was Robin and she hoped he was save. She couldn't sleep and had to do something. So she sneaked out and stole food from Gisborne's kitchens to distribute among the farmers.

She had thought of going to the camp after that. But she decided against it. It was so deep in the forest she wasn't sure she would find it this dark night. If the gang was there at all. From Gisborne's story they had been chased quite far off. They might still be on their way back or sleeping somewhere else.

As she entered her room she noticed the sleeping form on her bed. She immediately recognized the form was Robin and she felt a sense of relief flood through her body. He was okay. He was here.

She took of her mask and cloak and moved over to her bed. All her rational thoughts from a few nights ago flew out the window. All she could feel was happiness that he was here.

She sat next to Robin lying on his side his legs slightly pulled up into a semi foetal position. He must have been really tired because he didn't even wake when she stroked his hair. He was normally a light sleeper. She had tried to sneak up on him so often when they were kids. Robin would have fallen asleep in a field somewhere in the warm summer sun. But every time she was about to jump out and scare him he would wake up and smile condescendingly at her.

She stroked his cheek and he moved slightly. She lay down next to him, facing him. Her eyes taking in every inch of his face, which looked tired but relaxed in sleep.

She stroked his face again and kissed his lips lightly. She pulled back to look at him for a second and then kissed him again. A low sound escaped from his throat and he moved slowly as he started to wake from his deep sleep. It took him a while to wake up enough to realise what was happening.

He slowly opened his eyes halfway and was met by Marian's blue ones staring back at her.

"Hey" He whispers. "Hi" she whispers back. He feels her breath against his lips and whatever thought was forming in his head disappears. His hand touches her cheek as his lips find hers.

His arm snakes around her waist and pulls her into him. His left hand, which had been under his head, now cups her face. Her right hand grips on his vest as the fingers on her left hand roam through his hair and push his face even closer to hers.

As passion takes over Robin moves slightly so his bodies is partly covering hers, His left leg on top of hers. His knee between hers.

The stirring inside her demanding her attention again. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and caresses his back and shoulders. Moving both her hands up to pull his head in as close as possible.

Robin moves slightly again and the feel of his body weight in top of her causes Marian to moan involuntarily. Robin feels himself harden at the sound of her pleasure. He lowers his head to place kisses along her neckline and lightly suck on sensitive spots on her throat.

Marian moves under him, unknowingly looking for a form of release, which the pressure and closeness seem to give her. As she moves she feels something hard on the outside of her leg. She blushes in the dark as she realises what it must be.

She had to admit she didn't know much about this, but she had heard certain things from maids and foulmouthed drunk men that had shouted after her in the street.

Robin can hardly believe that they're doing this as his hand moves over her breast, cupping it through her clothes. She isn't stopping him. God she feels good. So soft and warm underneath him.

Still, he didn't dare to fully lie on top of her, fearing it might be too much for her and scare her. She must be feeling his hardness pressing against her thigh. Oh God she moves underneath him again, nearly making him lose his mind.

It had been a while since he had been with a woman and he felt how much his body had been longing for another warm body pressing against it. The thought that it is Marian that is pressed against him turns him on even more. Making him worry slightly he might lose control over his body and fire his load.

He had often thought of her over the years. And even imagined now and then that he was with her when he had been with another woman. But it hadn't been like this. His mind hadn't overloaded on her scent and her small and insecure sounds and movements. Her hands had slowly started a road of discovery over his chest and sides.

She wriggles further under him, the friction leaving them both panting. He kisses her again. This time their kisses are short passionate open mouthed kisses as both need to inhale deeply in between.

Her wriggling sets his own body into action as he slowly and heavily starts to move against her. He pushes his forehead against hers and bites his lip in concentration, sharp hisses leaving his mouth every now and then.

"Robin…ahhhh….Robin" She breathes in his ear still searching for something unknown which Robin seemed to be able to able to help her find.

Something loud clattering downstairs breaks their spell. They stop moving and listened for any following sounds. Their startled eyes finding each other. When all seems to be quiet again they smile shyly at each other and Robin slides of her. The moment has clearly passed. Maybe for the best, Robin thinks. They might have gone somewhere she would regret later, maybe they already went there.

Still, she didn't kick him out, which he was very grateful for. He couldn't imagine anything worse than having to get up and go out into the cold night now.

He lies on his side next to her and wraps his arm around her waist, falling asleep within seconds.