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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 27, 2009 14:27:24 GMT 1
"Probably best that you don't. It is ill advised to trust outlaws. We're all such wicked folk."
When she pressed closer to him, Robin shook his head, stepping back. "Now now Marian, we have talked about this. If you want me to behave, then you are going to have to learn to stop teasing me so. I doubt I can resist it forever."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 27, 2009 14:30:49 GMT 1
"You certainly are."
When he stepped away, she could not help the pout. But when he said his reason, she could not really blame him for stepping away. After all, he was trying hard to respect her wishes, and in those moments of passion she forgot such things.
"Sorry, I wont anymore."
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 27, 2009 14:34:22 GMT 1
He reached out, tucking her hair behind her ear, smiling at her. "You said it yourself. Soon."
Robin looked back over his shoulder towards camp, then up at the sky. "Apparently the rest of those lay abouts are wanting to sleep late, today. Never mind. I get you all to myself for longer."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 27, 2009 14:36:53 GMT 1
Marian followed his gaze back to camp, laughing a little.
"All to yourself and yet what is there to do in this forest?"
She did not mean it to sound suggestive, especially after the conversation they just had, but she had a feeling Robin would get an idea he would refuse to share with her.
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Post by Robin Hood on Jul 27, 2009 14:57:53 GMT 1
"I'm afraid it can be surprisingly dull around here sometimes."
He got ridiculously bored, on occasion. It was alright for the others. They all had hobbies beyond their missions, beyond the help they gave. Robin had that, or he had his bow. And there was only so many times he could shoot an arrow at an unmoving target without being driven insane.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 27, 2009 15:01:44 GMT 1
"Then perhaps we need to find something we can do."
She looked around, hoping that there was an answer just waiting for her. Sighing, she was only met by the sound of the breeze and the birds in the air. Perhaps there was nothing for them to do.
"Or we can just...stand here," she said, resigned to the fact there was little there to keep the occupied.
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