AN: so another short chapter today (specially for you hoodnmazalways)

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Robin seems to understand that she doesn't want to talk. That she just needs him there. And she finally lets herself relax within his arms.

Although Robin usually is quite the talker, he had found himself at a loss for words quite often lately. When he thought of Marian marrying Gisborne he was barely able to form a coherent sentence at all. Talking about that was really hard for him.

Hadn't that been the reason he came to her so late at night. So he could show her how he felt instead of saying it? Well, it had been part of the reason.

The other part being that he has this overwhelming need to feel her and smell her and touch her.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He finally asks her, still gently stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head

She slowly nods. That would probably be best.

They make their way back to the camp to get her horse. Marian mounts her mare and Robin climbs on behind her. The feeling of his chest against her back and his arms around hers to grab the reigns, manage to comfort her even more.

Robin rides right up to the stables with her and leads the horse in. Marian simply stands next to him as he starts to take of the saddle.

When he finishes he turns to face her. She wastes no time and wraps her arms around him. Robin tries to look her in the eyes, but she moves too quick for him to really see. Though he thought he recognized anguish in her deep blue eyes. Before he can really think about it, her lips press against his.

He folds his arms around her waist and allows her tongue to slip passed his lips. Her left hand grabs hold of his vest near his shoulder while her right moves to the back of his head to pull him in closer.

Robin can't help but respond to her passion, tightening his hold on her and moaning softly into her mouth. Marian kissing him with everything she's got. Her tongue circling teasingly slow barely touching the tip of his and then pushing forward suddenly and winding around his.

When air becomes a problem Robin pulls back slightly and rests his forehead against hers trying to catch his breath. His heart is pounding in his chest. He was not prepared for the passion Marian was releasing. An urgent stirring in his groin, which he tries to ignore.

'Don't leave" she whispers. She can't bare the idea of him leaving right now. The thought that he might turn to disappear into the night and she'll have to go into the house and up to her room to face a lonely night leaves an empty and cold feeling in her stomach.

He looks into her eyes and this time she looks back.

"Stay" she whispers, her lips are so close to his that he feels them tremble slightly.

There is no way he could leave her like this. He can't deny her, she seems so vulnerable right now. Even more so than when her mother had died or that wonderful moment a few days ago when he had been naked underneath him. She had been insecure then, but still a strong woman.

Right now, she looks like she might break at the lightest touch.

He'll stay, of course he will. He will do whatever she wants.

She slowly moves backwards, breaking the close body contact and once again takes his hand. He follows her willingly, their eyes still locked.

She moves towards the corner of the stable, where she turns and starts to climb up the ladder to the hayloft.