1x12, 1x13 (minor - mostly just background detail it would be useful to know about for some references to make sense).
This is a future!fic. An encounter between Robin and Marian, now married, as they attempt to deal with life, sex, marriage and politics in the twelfth century.
The characters aren't mine and I am not making any money. I just like
writing them new and exciting adventures every now and again. -_^
This is the first of approximately four parts.
My Foolish Boy
“Oh, well, what a surprise, husband mine – fancy meeting you here.”
Marian had barely finished the sentence before Robin had thrust her up against the door of their castle bedroom and crushed his lips to hers with more passion than she had seen from him in a month. He tasted of sweat and heat and the exhaustion of the day – he smelled like court. His fingers were pressing hard into her shoulders, not enough to hurt but enough for her to be able to feel his desire running from his touch into her blood.
When he had finally parted from her, he was breathing heavily, his head bowed, she noticed the sweat on his brow, his fringe beginning to stick there.
“What brought that on?” She touched his jaw with a gentle hand.
Robin smiled, a little sheepishly, and covered the hand that was touching his jaw with his own, “I have missed you.”
Marian laughed, “You saw me this morning.”
“Well precisely,” Robin stroked her hand, “I have not seen you since before dawn, Marian… and that is truly a long time.”
“You have gone for longer than that in the past,” she did not voice the five long years he had spent in the holy lands, nor the stretches of weeks at a time when he had disappeared into the forest back in the days of Robin Hood and Sheriff Vaysey.
“I was a fool,” Robin’s words sounded earnest enough, but there was a twinkle in his eye that spoke of something entirely less romantic on his mind.
“Oh, my foolish boy…” Marian teased, softly, stroking his hair, “come back to me now, have we?”
“If it were up to me I would never leave your side,” Robin promised.
“I know,” Marian’s reply was honest enough.
Robin kissed her hand, tenderly, “I love you.”
“I know that, too.” Marian wrapped her arms about his neck and pulled him close, touching her nose to his.
“Oh,” Robin sighed, leaning back and lifting her, revelling in the reality of her, the feel of her form pressed against his own, the warmth of her, the softness of her flesh and the hardness of her muscles. She was wearing one of her green dresses – the one with the pale blue bodice and the embroidery around the neck. The material was thick wool, deliciously rough under his fingers. Her hair was falling out of the pins that she had been keeping it out of her eyes with for the day, dark curls framing her familiar face. And he was struck again by the astounding depth of his feelings for this woman – his childhood friend; his lady-love; his companion, consort and confidant; his wife.
The only person who knew him as well as Marian did was Much – and Much was not nearly so good a bed-mate.
Marian laughed delightedly as Robin deposited her onto the bed. He had joined her there a split second later and straddled her hips, leaning down to rest his arms on either side of her head and kiss her fiercely.
“I have missed you,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to her temple.
“I can tell,” Marian murmured, giving his ears a playful tug and then kissing him back.
He had barely begun to remove his shirt before there was a knock on the door.
Robin jerked upright, not at all pleased by the interruption, “what?!”
It was the voice of one of the court’s messenger boys, who in turn did not sound particularly happy about having been sent to fetch the Lord of Locksley (a notoriously bad tempered man if called away from his wife unnecessarily).
“You are needed to mediate a disagreement…” the boy’s voice quavered through the door.
Robin groaned, as Marian began to giggle into his shoulder. “I am busy!”
“They say it is most urgent, my lord…”
“How urgent?” Robin demanded, doing his best to ignore Marian’s lips as they found his left ear.
“Very, my lord…”
“Well I am very busy!” Robin repeated, fumbling with the catch on the back of Marian’s dress.
“They were most insistent, my lord…”
Marian caught Robin’s hands and gently eased them away from her dress, “go,” she murmured, “I will wait.”
“What?” Robin shook his head, “no! You shouldn’t have to – I shouldn’t have to!”
“Robin,” Marian sighed and sat up properly, “you are Sheriff. Your people – our people – need you. Now go and sort out whatever mess has exploded this time, take care of the people of Nottingham and I will wait for you.”
Robin sighed into her hair, “I hate it when you are right.”
“Go,” Marian insisted, firmly pushing him away.
Robin groaned and straightened his shirt as he scrambled off the bed, then called through the door, “I am on my way!”
“Yes, my lord, I will tell them, my lord!”
Robin turned back to his wife, “I hate that messenger boy.”
“Your hair’s a mess,” Marian slid off the bed and began fussing over him with a comb, only a hint of amusement in her eyes, “what would they think if you turned up in this state?”
“Quite honestly, my dearest Marian, I don’t give a damn,” Robin told her, brushing her off and flattening his hair with his hands, “I hate this – I hate being away from you – I hate how – Marian, you cannot leave me like this!”
Marian giggled, pressing herself against him to feel the hardness swelling in his groin, “I am sure that you will cope.”
“Oh, damn it all, woman!” Robin groaned, torn between laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation and crying at the painful frustration of it all. He kissed her once more, breathing her in, trying to draw as much as he could from the heat and warm moistness of her mouth and the touch of her tongue against his before forcing himself to part from her. “Ah – I should go.”
“Yes, you should,” Marian agreed, leading him to the door of their chambers in Nottingham castle.
“Wait for me,” Robin begged, snatching up the robe he had deposited at the door only a few minutes previously.
“Do not go to sleep!”
“I wont!” Marian pulled open the door.
“I love you.”
“I know – go!”
Robin kissed her once more and then left, unsatisfied.