Ever since that night Robin had been going crazy. Every time he closes his eyes, even for a second, he sees, feels and hears Marian.
Running into her on the street market in Nottingham did not help. She had glanced at him but was then let away by Gisborne. Nightmare scenarios running through his head. She was his. She should be his! And Gisborne needed to take his filthy hand of her arm.
They hadn't talked about what had happened. They had fallen asleep and in the
early morning Robin had sneaked out as he heard the maids starting to rustle downstairs. He hoped she wasn't angry he left without a word, but he couldn't bring himself to wake her.
He had decided to go see her tonight. And he knew they should really talk, but still he left deliberately late. It made him crazy waiting around the camp till he felt it was finally time to go. He told himself it had to be late so the gang was asleep. But if he was honest, he just wanted to be sure she was in bed already. Because as much as they needed to talk, he just wanted to lie down next to her and repeat what they did the last time, maybe with fewer clothes.
When he climbs into her room he finds he had indeed waited long enough. Marian was sleeping peacefully in her bed. But where he couldn't bring himself the wake her that morning he can hardly wait to do so now. He gingerly approaches her bed and sits next to her. He shrugs of his boots, jacket and vest, leaving him in his shirt as he lies down next to her.
"Marian" he whispers as he cup her face with his left hand. "Hey Marian." He kisses her lightly.
She starts to stir and slowly opens her eyes. They grow larger a bit as she finds Robin sitting on her bed, his face not far from hers.
"Robin…" She whispers. "What are you…"
"I had to see you." He whispers back. Suddenly worried she doesn't want him here, he adds "Should I leave?"
"Yes" She whispers looking down. Robin's heart sinks. "You should"
Then her eyes meet his again and she says "But I don't want you to".
He quickly pulls up her covers and slides in next to her, facing her.
"This is really wrong Robin." She whispers, looking at him.
"I know" he whispers back and kisses her. Pulling back only slightly so their faces are only a few inches from each other.
"I'm engaged to Guy"
"I know" and he kisses her again. Her right hand reaches up from under the covers and cups his cheek.
"Why are you making me feel like this?"
"Like what?" his fingers play with the fringes on the shoulder of her nightdress.
She blushes and looks for words. He smiles at her a little smugly.
"Wipe that smile from your fa" She starts, a little annoyed at his arrogance but once again his lips pressing against hers cut her of. And she can't help but give in.
The kiss heats up and Robin presses his body flush against hers. Her arms wind around his neck once more. But starting to feel more secure she lets the right one wonder down his back.
Robin grips her nightdress by the shoulder and pulls it towards him as he intensifies the kiss.
After a while he settles down a little, his tongue slowly sliding around hers, playfully pulling back every now and then. She relaxed into him, which he was waiting for.
Almost nervously his fingers move to the strings on her nightdress, pulling lightly to untie them.
She inhales deeply in slight shock when she realises what he is doing, but she doesn't stop him.
The strings give way and his fingers find their way down her throat and move towards her right breast. They brush the top of her breast and she can't help a moan escaping her lips. Robin takes this as an encouragement and glides his fingers over and around her nipple before cupping the breast completely gently squeezing it and stroking her nipple with his thumb.
She moans against his lips again and presses her body into his hand. His right arm moves underneath and around her to rest on her lower back just above her bottom.
His lips leave hers to trace kisses along her jaw line and neck while pushing against her gently so she rolls unto her back with him moving over her.
She feels him hard against her thigh and a sudden warmness rushes through her body.
Instinct taking over, she starts to pull on the edges of his shirt and he helps her to pull it off. Her fingers now roaming over his skin making him shiver.
He starts moving against her in a slow rhythm as his fingers pull down on her nightdress to reveal her shoulder and he kisses it gingerly.
He stretches the fabric to its limits and just manages to free her breast, sucking down on her nipple greedily.
She gasps and pressing his head even more firmly to her breast. His mouth on her breast combined with his scent, his weight and the friction he is causing make her lose her mind. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open the take in deep breaths and let out airy ahhhhs and ohhhs as she arches up against him.
His right hand massages her left breast through the fabric since it won't come down any further without ripping. It frustrates him, needing to feel her naked against him.
"Marian…" He breathes, his voice raspy and low. "I want,,,I need to…feel you." He manages and starts pulling up her nightdress.
She should stop him. She should! But her mind isn't working right and his darkened and unfocused eyes looking at her make her lose all willpower. She lets him pull it up over her head baring her to his view. Making him growl low in his throat as his eyes possessively roam over her.
"Robin…" She whispers as he settles over her again. Both moan at the feel of skin on skin and Robin feels himself getting even harder. He kisses her softly and then waits for her to continue.
"I…we…" She tries. It is hard to think what she want to say and how, when all these sensations are raging through her, clouding over her mind. But she needs to say this. She has given up fighting what they're doing, but this is important.
"We can't have a baby." She finally gets out.
Robin kisses her again and whispers "I know" Kissing her again. "I know".
The feel of her breasts rubbing against his chest as he moves against her make him groan. He settles himself directly over her. His hardened cock pressing through the fabric of his trousers and her underwear against her clit.
Surprised by the sensation it causes she lets out a low open mouthed moan. A little more loudly then she probably should have. Robin worries for a second someone might have heard but at the same time registers mischievously that apparently Marian is quite the moaner.
She expected Robin knew what he was doing and had been working towards this, but to her it was quite a revelation. And it felt exactly like the thing she had been looking for unconsciously since the other night.
His hands grab hold of her legs and he pulls them up around himself. Marian catches on and wraps them around his legs. Which results in him feeling even closer to her and her head feels like it's about to blow.
Robin's mouth and hands move frantically over her body losing all controlled finesse. Pushing against her harder and more roughly.
As moan after moan escapes from her lips Robin presses his own on her again to muffle the sounds she is making.
His lips leave hers for a much-needed breath and she whispers "Robin" in an almost begging tone.
She seems to be close and so is he. He needs just a little more to send them over the edge. His trousers feel like too much of a barrier and he needs to get rid of it. "Trust me?" He whispers in her ear. She nods, biting her lip.
He hastily works on the buttons of his trousers and frees himself. Pulling the trousers down slightly he settles into her again. She feels his cock clearly through her thin underwear now and squeals softly not daring to look down.
"Let go. Just let go." He whispers, kissing her ear and the kissing his way back to her mouth.
Practically thrusting now he pushes roughly against her, feeling his control slipping fast.
Her breaths are ever more irate as he tries to muffle her moans with his mouth. His own need for breath making him unsuccessful.
Marian feels her body explode and clings on to Robin desperately as she shouts into his mouth. Her whole body shudders involuntarily and her toes curl up while her nails dig into Robin's back and in the mattress.
The feeling of her shaking and coming underneath him send him over the edge too and he shoots his load onto her stomach with dark throaty growl.
He places light kisses on and around her mouth as they come down from their orgasms.
Robin slides of her, doing his trousers back up and wrapping his arms around her.
She finally dares to look down and stares at the white stuff on her stomach. Robin follows her gaze and quickly moves to wipe it off her stomach. "Sorry" He whispers hoarsely.
"It's okay." She tries to reassure him and dabs at it with her the bed sheet. He wipes whatever had landed on his own stomach too before settling down again, glad she seems to be okay with it and is not freaking out.