AN: Thanx for the reviews. Due to the glitch of the page I couldn't put up this chapter when I wanted to. But it did give me time to reread the previous chapter and edit a few words here and there. It was never my intention to make a political statement, just a reflective one... =)

Reunited

Things happened at a quickening pace after that. The first kiss was followed by another, and another, and another… What started out as tentative explorations quickly turned into hungry, open-mouthed plunder. Each kiss ending when we had to come up for air, and each new one starting before we'd fully caught our breath because the prospect of not kissing seemed so much worse than not breathing.

Somewhere, off in a dim corner of my mind I knew this probably wasn't the best idea.

But damn… every single brush of those lips felt like lightning hitting my body.

I could already feel my self-control slipping…

Her hands were all over me, tugging at my clothes, untucking my shirt, searching for skin. The sensation of her palms against my bare chest combined with the weight of her body pressing me deeper into the mattress made me ache from head to toe, and especially the places in between..

My own hands were just as busy as hers. I didn't dare linger to savor the feel of her skin as I wanted more and I wanted it *now.*

"Are you sure about this?" I breathed as a slid my hands up under her skirt, finding the soft roundness of her buttocks and getting a glimpse of a tattoo on lower back.

" Mmmm-hmmmm." She hummed against my neck slowly kissing her way down towards my chest.

"Are you sure you are sure?" I asked again, not wanting her to have regrets later.

This time she didn't answer with words, instead she rose to her knees and pulled her tank top off, revealing an impressive pair of breasts held in check by a lacy bra.

Damn, this was now officially the most exciting thing that had happened to me in months…

……………

I woke up several hours later and found myself snuggled up to a warm body in a cold bed. Pleasantly surprised by the fact I wasn't alone, I took a moment to just lay there and watch her sleep. Part of me had half expected her to be gone by the time I woke up.

Who would have guessed she'd end up staying the night? Not me that's for sure, but then again this whole thing had been unexpected, to say the least. Sex had not been a part of my plan when I asked her out. The last thing I'd expected was to partake in such activities. Her advances had surprised the hell out of me... but it had been a welcome surprise… .not to mention incredible and quite possible the best sex I have ever had.

Wait a second. The best sex… ever? Where did that come from? Oh man, I better wipe that thought away quickly. No need to get carried away here… Marian had been very clear about the rules of this and I should know better then to get myself all worked up about it.

I definitely had no problems with sexing her up again if she wanted me to. I could feel that oh-so familiar stirring in my groin just thinking about it.

Damn her for being so irresistible…

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TO: "Much", d0nuts07(at)yahoo(dot)com

FROM: "R. Locksley", sherwoodsfinest(at)

SUBJECT: Rise and shine

March 6

Today, at 5.30 in the morning I woke up after the best night's sleep I could ever remember having.

I'm sure you're wondering what I'm doing up at this early hour but lets not focus on that just yet… Remember that hot date I told you about? Let's just say I got lucky last night…

Yes, I'm talking about S-E-X here -or, to be more specific, a good old fashioned one night stand with a little twist. The twist being a sense of déjà vu since Marian and I are hardly strangers to each other. Ok, so maybe it was more of a one-time-thing between friends rather than a one night stand but still equally exciting none the less.

Our bodies may have history together, but I swear when we undressed in front of each other it was as though we had never done it before. Definitely a top ten on my list of most memorable experiences… Let's just say there were certain factors involved here that sort of made it extra spectacular (for me at least).

For starters, an unusual high level of raging hormones... It had been a really long time, a really, really, really long time for me (and maybe for her too).

The second factor to take into consideration: The dessert that is my love life… It had been REALLY long time.

And last but not the least… Have I mentioned it had been a really long time?

Oh well, you get the picture. No wonder I woke up in the best mood ever this morning….

Anyway, I just wanted to fill you in on what's going on. I'm going to crawl back into bed now so that I'm there when she wakes up. There's nothing like a good morning nookie session to really start your day.

TO: "R. Locksley", sherwoodsfinest(at)msn(dot)com
FROM: "Much", d0nuts07(at)yahoo(dot)com
SUBJECT: Early mornings have their charm
March 6

Congratulations, man!

I'm not Much so I can't speak for him (yes, I hijacked his email account again)

but I for one think its great you are finally getting some action.

Be happy with your single status and have some fun with the girls!

That's what I would have done in your shoes.

Don't tell my girlfriend that though, or I'll end up sleeping on the couch AGAIN.

Don't ask. Let's just say my morning nookie privileges have been suspended for an indefinite period of time…

Oh well, at least one of us is getting some luv.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

I'll let Much know you left him an email.

/Carter

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I woke up again about an hour or so later only to find Marian (fully dressed) sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. Intrigued I noticed how different she looked in the morning light. Gone was my playful carefree lover from the night before. Her eyes were no longer twinkling with mischief and lust as they had been just a few hours ago. Instead they were clouded with confusion and uncertainty.

"Everything okay?" I croaked, silently cursing my raspy morning voice.

She flinched and grimaced when she realized she had been caught staring. "Didn't know you were awake. Everything is fine…"

"You sure because I'm sensing a bit of awkwardness here. Should we clear the air. Do we need to have a talk or something?" I suggested with a yawn and sat up to stretch the sleep out of my muscles.

"Actually, I have a few things I need to tell you…."

"Okay, but do you have to do it so far away?" I asked and held up the sheet, inviting her to join me.

"No, I guess not," she replied and scooted a little closer. "This is hard, Robin. I don't know where to begin."

"Just talk to me…I won't bite, I promise…" Rolling onto my side and propping my head up on one elbow so I could look at her. "Okay, let me help you out. How about we start with a question and then go from there?! How about you tell me how long has it been since the last time you had sex…"

With a quiet huff, she looked up towards the ceiling. "Isn't that kind of a personal question?"

"Uhm, hello! I'm lying here naked. It can't get more personal than this!"

"You're right," she sighed. "It's been a long time, okay?"

"How long is long?"

"Little over one year. "

I looked at her curiously, wondering if she was finally opening up. "That IS long… Did you join a convent or something?"

"Not exactly." She shook her head smirking.

"Then what? Because I'm sure you've had opportunities."

"I spent the better half of last year being big as a whale. Nothing kills the sex drive faster than morning sickness and backaches trust me on that one… "

Her answer came out so casually that it took me a few seconds to grip the meaning. When I realized what exactly she had just said I gulped and gave her the classic wide-eyed, openmouthed stare.

"Why so surprised. You guessed it from the start didn't you?!" She muttered nervously, her cheeks turning paler than the sheet we had wrapped around us.

"S-so it's true t-then? You really were… uhm… pregnant?" I stuttered, floored by her sudden admission. There was a big difference between guessing and knowing for sure! "B-but what happened, did something go wrong with your pregnancy?"

Nodding slowly she pushed herself up to a sitting position without meeting my questioning gaze. "You know that tattoo you asked me about, the new one I have on my lower back…" she said and shakily lifted the hem of her t-shirt. " You said it looked like a fairy and you wanted to know what it meant, remember?! You can barely see the wings but it's an angel, a guardian angel. And the letters… N.F. is my sisters initials…."

"I figured that much," I mumbled, suddenly sensing what was about to come. " And I know K.F is your mother but what does T.C. stand for?" I asked cautiously, as I reached out to trace the inked letters on her skin with my fingers.

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She shuddered underneath my touch or maybe it was the nature of the question that had her shaking…

"' T.C. is…. T.C is for the baby that only lived for an hour and a half."