You and Me

Ok lame title I know… anyway this is my first ever fiction *runs and hides*

I really am beginning to hate series 3 and I miss Marian, so I thought I would give it ago. This story continues from series 2 episode 11 (Treasure of the nation) and I am purposefully forgetting episodes 12 and 13 – in my mind they never happened.

I don't know how long this story will last but it will hopefully be a lot of fluff. If you didn't know I am a Robin and Marian shipper all the way 

Enjoy…

Marian was sitting on her window ledge watching the world go by as she fell into a daydream, she had been trying to avoid Guy as much as she could after the incident with the nightwatchman and she found that this was the only place for some peace. Of course she was extremely grateful for what Guy and Allan did; she just knew she would now be watched more than ever. Being kept under closer watch meant that it was harder to have her stolen moments with Robin.

It had now been five days since his last visit, and a quick one at that. He had informed her of the meeting with the Queen Mother and the sad death of Legrand and with a quick kiss he was riding back into the deep green forest. She hated to admit it but she missed him.

Marian had never been one for being like the other noble girls when it came to swooning over their loved ones, but these past few weeks, since Robin confessed his feelings for her and her new home in the forest and then the hurried return to the castle, had just made her realize how much she loved the roguish outlaw.

Things in the castle also added to her boredom and thus her mind began to wonder. Since the nightwatchman business was revealed to Guy, he had been less than forth coming with giving any secret information away. She sighed; maybe her presence in the castle was useless if she was not gaining any valuable information for Robin and the gang. She often began to argue the pros and cons of living in the castle in her head; she hoped the boredom was not making her go mad.

The one thing that got her through the day was the idea that she may have an impromptu us visit from Robin.

She was suddenly pulled from her daydream when she heard a loud clatter outside her bedroom, of course Marian being Marian had to go and investigate. But as soon as she opened the heavy door, she saw an empty corridor. Marian was puzzled but she closed the door and returned to her room, thinking that the noise must have come from the kitchens or maybe one of the clumsy soldiers, no doubt they would have a harsh telling off from Guy or the Sheriff later.

She turned around to return to her window ledge when she saw said roguish outlaw lying on her bed with his famous Locksley grin spreading across his beautiful face. She had to smile, "If you are lying on my bed then you must take off those horrible muddy boots."

Robin smirked at her, "So does that mean that you have no other objections for me to be on your bed other than my muddy boots? Do not fret My Lady; I shall take them off this instant."

With a flash of light Robin had chucked his boots onto the floor and had returned to lie on her bed, his arms stretched behind his head as he admired the Lady that stood before him.

Marian tried to look displeased with Robin's actions but if truth be told, she couldn't care less, she was so happy to see him again.

She began to slowly walk over to the bed in a seductive manner, but acting nonchalant, however she knew exactly what this would be doing to him.

All Robin could do was stare in awe; this was not what he was expecting when paying one of his visits to his fiancé, on the other hand he was never one to complain.

He honestly never liked to make too much off a fuss.

And so he watched his Lady make her way over to him, swinging her hips as she moved. Robin could not tear his eyes away from her curves; he had noticed them before of course, 'how could he not?' He silently thought to himself, but the low-cut dress she was wearing today, left little to his imagination. He had not realized how close she had gotten to him because in his mind time had stopped, and her actions were in slow motion, burning the images of her into his mind for later.

And now her pretty face was mere inches away from his and he prayed silently that she did not hear his hitched breath. Painfully slowly she moved her lips closer to his; she was beginning to enjoy this sweet torture.

As she moved even closer, (if that was at all possible), she began to lick her lips… and then in one swift motion she moved her head around to plant her long-awaited kiss on his left cheek.

Robin groaned in frustration, a small smile began to form on his face, "You are a cruel woman."