Marian relaxed into the idea of this, looking down to watch him and glad that the lights were on so that she could see him, see that the hair draping down was brown and not black, that it was wild and wavy and not straight and sleek. She reached down to run her fingers through it again.
When Marian spoke, her voice was quiet and a little breathless. "If I start getting weird-" But she didn't quite know what to follow that with, but just wanted Robin to know that it was a possibility.
But he was Robin and he loved her, and it wasn't the first time he'd taken her body gently in his arms after another man had misused it. She would simply pretend that this time had been no different (even though she knew it was.)