Title: A Private Moment

Author: Leiasky

Rating: R for sexual situations

Pairing: R/M

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Summary: Robin and Marion are interrupted during a private moment.

Disclaimer: No money is made. Written for fun. Credit goes to the talented actors and crew that brought this incredible series to the screen. Copyrights held by HTV and Richard Carpenter.

Credits: Thanks to Laura for the beta.

Breathy whispers, caused him to stir in the darkness.

The rustling of cloth, made him roll over in sleepy confusion.

He squinted, struggling to make out forms moving in the darkness. Much sat up and looked around, wondering if he was hearing things. His gaze wandered from the snoring Tuck to Little John and Will, fast asleep beneath the large oak.

The sounds continued and Much looked slowly around the camp, eyes narrowed, trying to make out the source of the disturbance.

His eyes finally came to rest on Marion and Robin, and the small subtle movements beneath the sheepskin covering their bodies. Much watched as Robin's hand slid into Marion's hair, long fingers massaging the scalp. Slowly, that hand drew her face to his and their lips met in a gentle kiss. Much's eyes widened and he began to shake. He'd seen Robin kiss Marion before but this was different. There was something secret, something...Maybe something was wrong! Robin did have his hand wrapped tightly into her hair! Maybe she was having a problem breathing!

Much listened carefully and through the wind rustled leaves he could hear their breathing, slightly elevated, as if they had been running. He shrugged out of his own sheepskin covering and nudged Tuck. The plump friar snorted a few times before his eyes blinked open.

"What is it, Much?" Tuck whispered, clearly annoyed at having been woken in the middle of the night.

"I think there is something wrong with Marion." Much whispered, eyes wide.

Tuck glanced over to the couple, moving slowly beneath their coverings and hid a smile with the back of his hand. "Oh, Much, go back to sleep. Marion is fine."

But the young man didn't listen, instead deciding to crawl towards his brother and his wife to offer assistance.

"Much!" Tuck cried, his voice barely above a whisper but enough to draw Robin's attention from the soft, pale skin of Marion's neck.

Tuck grasped Much by the mussed hair and pulled him back, whispering a heated. "They are fine. Go back to sleep."

Robin’s eyes quickly searched the forest for signs of possible trouble. He caught Tuck's eyes, and noticed the small grin that spread across the plump cheeks as he implored Much to return to his bed.

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Marion slipped her hand into Robin's and allowed him to lead her quietly out of the camp. They'd never been caught much less interrupted before and it had been enough of a shock to ruin the mood that had come quickly over them as they slept.

"That was too close, Robin." Marion whispered as they neared their final destination - a small grass-covered knoll overlooking a small, very chilly pond.

The rippling water soothed her fears as Robin sat, back against a large oak, and pulled her to kneel beside him. He rubbed the slight chill from her shoulders before drawing her slowly into his arms. She straddled his hips and buried her hands into the soft material of his shirt, rubbing them for warmth.

When their eyes met, the smoldering fire was re-ignited, heating their blood, and their cool skin.

Soft fingertips trailed the line of his jaw before Marion leaned forward and placed a soft kiss upon his slightly parted lips.

No words passed between them as Robin allowed his wife to explore the hard, supple skin chilled by the breeze yet warmed by her touch.

Marion settled atop his lap, held there by strong hands and passionate kisses. At Robin’s urging, she shifted her hips, resting her arms on his shoulders and her hands in his hair. Her skirts flowed around them, blanketing his legs and hips. Lips met, tongues swirled and there were no thoughts but the sound of their breathy moans and their beating hearts.

The moonlight shown behind them, casting their bodies in shadow. Small movements could be heard rather than seen, whispers of love and affection carried on the wind.

Marion’s neck arched, revealing the long column to the moonlight, before her husband’s lips covered the skin with reverent kisses. Breathy whispers escaped her lips as her eyes slid shut and her legs tightened around his hips.

Large eyes widened when Marion slid off Robin’s lap and rolled to his side, her skirts covering them. Robin rolled with her, hips pressed into her thigh, and wrapped her in a strong embrace. Long, pale fingers trailed down her cheeks , finally cupping her chin and bringing her lips to his.

A twig snapped.

Robin and Marion glanced toward the trees, searching the overhanging branches.

A small movement was sighted behind a large oak and Marion leapt to her feet, standing carefully in front of her husband while he arranged and fastened his breaches.

"Who’s there?" Robin called, gaining his feet and pushing Marion behind him.

"Robin?" Answered a small, shaky voice.

"Much?!" Robin repeated, eyes narrowing in disbelief.

The boy slide out from behind the large tree and rushed toward Robin, embracing him tightly. "When I woke, you were gone. I was worried so I left to look for you."

Much’s eyes were wide as he glanced from Robin to Marion and back again. "And I thought someone was in pain." Much stuttered, took a deep breath, and continued. "So I tried to get closer to see what might be wrong."

Robin sighed heavily, rubbing his face with the palm of his hand. "Nothing is wrong. Go back to sleep." The annoyance in his voice came through clearly and he fought to temper it. "We are fine. Don't worry." The kind, soothing smile, reassured the boy and Much nodded.

"But why did you leave and why was Marion on …."

Another snap of a twig turned their attention to the large friar ambling sleepily toward the men. "Much, what are you doing out here? Thought I told you they’d be fine."

Much lowered his head in shame. "I was worried. I wanted to see for myself."

Robin brushed his hand through the young man’s hair. "Concern is never wrong. But listen to Tuck when he says it next time, okay?"

Tuck cuffed the boy behind the neck and pulled him away from the couple. Shooting an amused glance back at Robin, he murmured, "Got an eyeful, I’d bet too."

The leaves rustled and twigs broke as Will crept closer to where they lay. The others hung back, watching, waiting, covering their mouth’s in a vain effort to keep their laughter from waking the sleeping couple a few paces away.

The water swished and rippled as Will raised the bucket over their heads.

Marion’s eyes snapped open and she gasped, eyes wide with the shock of seeing someone standing over them. She rolled out of her husband’s arms so quickly, he was startled awake, but not before the torrent of water collided with his face and chest.

"Ahhhh!" Robin cried, shaking his head and rolling to his knees in an effort to keep the chilly water from sliding down his lap.

"Well, he doesn’t need a bath now, does he?" Tuck laughed, holding his rounded stomach.

"Will!" Robin glared at the man, who was also clutching at his sides in laughter.

Marion stared at her husband and giggled, covering her mouth with a shaking hand to prevent her laughter from drawing his attention.

Robin leapt to his feet, his first target already determined. Launching himself at Will, Robin took the larger man to his backside with a well-placed tackle around the knees. The two men wrestled for a few minutes until Robin found himself pinned beneath the superior weight of the older man. Robin immediately relaxed his grip, causing Will to think the struggle was finished. This gave the younger man the advantage he needed to slip out of Will’s grasp.

Robin jumped to his feet, a smirk widening across his pretty features.

"Well done, Robin." John clasped his friend on the back.

Nasir favored Robin with an approving nod before turning and walking back to the camp.

Robin shook his head, droplets flying from his hair, and began to remove his shirt. Shooting Will a disapproving frown, he laid the sopping material over a fallen log to dry.

"There is food over the fire," Tuck informed, cuffing Much behind the head and turning him toward the camp. "It should be done by the time you finish your bath."

Will and John chuckled and quickly stepped away from the wild-look in the young leader’s dark gaze. Marion reached out and trailed a feather-light touch along Robin’s bare arm before following the men toward the camp.

Robin sighed, feeling his body respond to the gentle stroke. Casting a longing look at the skirts swishing around Marion’s backside, he sighed and resolved himself to a very wet and cold bath.

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Marion rounded the large oak, brushing protruding branches away with a careful swat of her hand. Green eyes scanned the forest for any sign of her beloved. Robin had been gone much longer than it normally took him to bathe and she’d become worried. Prolonged separation was not easy for either of them, for they’d slept, fought and ate beside one another every day since she’d come to live in the forest with him as his wife.

She brushed a hand through her unruly curls and sighed. Perhaps he was still …….

All thought ceased as her eyes fell upon the pool, and the man half-submerged within its murky depths. Pale skin shown like a beacon in the dark water and a small smile crept along the young woman’s lips as she knelt to watch.

He ducked beneath the water, returning to the surface moments later. Marion watched long fingers curl around his neck, brushing away the tickling droplets of water as they cascaded down the long column of his throat. He shook his head, droplets flying from separated strands of dark hair to ripple the calm pool surrounding him.

Marion sighed, her heart swelling with love for the raven-haired man, for his virtue, his honor. Memories flooded her mind of the day she’d met him. A criminal taking refuge in her room from the soldiers. She knew then that she would become his wife. Live with him, love him, hold him for the rest of her life. It simply took some time to convince herself that this was how things were to be. The nunnery was not for her. It was not her destiny. Her destiny was to guide, protect and love Herne’s son.

She blinked and shook her head, crimson curls bouncing into her eyes. When she cleared them away from her face, Robin was gone.

Marion frowned, searching the pool, squinting as the suns reflection in the water made it more difficult to see. She watched the water for any signs of movement, thinking he’d ducked beneath the surface again.

Tremors shot straight down her spine when cold droplets dripped onto her neck only to be warmed by a hot mouth and rough tongue lapping them up like a kitten to milk. Long, strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against his chest.

"Spying on me, were you?" His gentle voice asked, eyes shimmering.

"Well, I…"

One hand slipped into her hair, a long finger absently twisting a fat curl. He cupped her chin and tilted her head, gazing silently into the pale green eyes.

"It’s allowed, you know." He whispered, brushing a delicate kiss across her cheek.

She turned in his embrace and wrapped long arms around his neck, settling comfortably onto his lap.

He gently nibbled at her chin, hands fully submerged within her abundant curls, before capturing her lips in a fiery, possessive kiss. A small sound reverberated in the back of her throat and he pulled away, trailing light kisses down the long, pale skin of her throat.

"Oh," She whimpered as one hand slid down her back and pressed her more firmly into his lap. She could feel his arousal beneath the fabric of his breaches and tightened her arms around his shoulders. Grasping a fist full of hair, she pulled his lips from her neck. "We must…."

"What is going on over here! Food’s gonna be cold!" Little John’s booming voice startled the two lovers and they separated faster than two mating hares. "You’d think it was Samhein all over again! For the way you two’ve been acting!"

Marion blushed and Robin stared hard as John turned with a large grin to walk back to the camp.

It was going to be a long day, and it was barely past sunrise.

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