Robin continued his cheeky, charming grin as she seemed to be going along with his idea - widening still further as she continued, despite the 'but' she seemed to still be following the same train of thought as he was currently riding.
Then his grin dropped into a pout as the carrot she was dangling in front of him was suddenly whipped away. He should have known, really, she had always enjoyed teasing him and why should that stop simply because they were married now?
"I suppose I must do as my lady requires," He sighed theatrically "Such is the life of a married man."
Marian chuckled as he fell for her ruse, sitting back to grin as his disappointed expression. It was tempting to give in to temptation and continue along the path they had been heading, but if they gave in to every little whim then they would never finish this house.
“What a hard life you lead,” she replied in a deadpan voice. With one last quick kiss, she moved to get up. The longer she stayed comfortably where she was, the greater the chance that her determination would wane and she would give in. “Though a marriage is supposed to be an equal partnership,” she continued, drawing out the words as if this thought was just dawning on her. “If you do as I wish, perhaps I could be convinced to do something for you in return.”
Robin nodded mournfully, doing his very best 'put upon' face when she commented on his hard life - able to joke about it because they were discussing the easy part, and the darker shadows of a truly hard life were falling further away every day.
It was difficult, but he held back his grin as she spoke again, allowing it to spread slowly across his face as if he, too, was only just coming to this conclusion.
"Why, you are correct!" He agreed triumphantly, springing from the seat after her and taking her in his arms, spinning the two of them round. "So let's get this painting done, hmm?" He winked at her, grinning rogueishly.
It wasn't that he was particularly eager for her reciprocity (though it certainly tempted), but they'd set the tone for this little jest and he was simply continuing to play along. Besides, he felt particularly giddy at that moment, being there with her.
Marian simply could not help it. When Robin leapt to his feet and took her in his arms again, spinning the two of them around, she let out a loud, joyous laugh. She felt completely free and uninhibited, able to say and do as she wanted, to be who she wanted. Finally she felt comfortable in her body, and in her heart. She knew how he loved her, and she knew she had no reason to ever doubt him again.
“Finally!” she said with mock exasperation. “And let’s try to keep the paint on the walls this time, hmm?”
For a moment longer she stayed in his embrace, her own hands resting comfortably at the back of his neck. Looking up at him, her bright smile lessened slightly as a different softness and warmth took over her features. “I love you, my husband,” she said sincerely, from the very bottom of her heart. These were no longer foreign words on her lips, but every time she said them she meant them just as much as the last, maybe even more. It was silly to think now that she had ever tried to move on from him. There could never have been another for her.
Long before he had become a legendary thief, Robin Hood had stolen her heart and she had no hope of ever retrieving it.
"Well I shall endeavour to do my best, but no promises." He winked at her, laughing. The laughter faded when she turned serious, but his smile did not. He leant in and kissed her, softer and more gently than before.
"I love you too, my wife." He responded in kind, whispering it against her lips before kissing her again. It almost felt like things had come full circle, or like he'd reached the end of a particularly long and difficult quest. All he'd ever wanted was her, and now she was his. Life was perfect.