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Entry tags:
RH: Easy
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing: Allan/Will/Djaq
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Warmth on a cold night.
Warmth shared on a winter's night. That's what it is, nominally, if anyone asks. An easy excuse. But it's more than that and all three know it. Everybody knows it, and everybody ignores it with the knowledge that it isn't time to say anything. Not yet, anyway. What they do is their business.
Djaq's skin is warm under Will's hand and Allan's breath hot against the back of his neck, the gentle teasing nips distracting in a wonderful kind of way. He lies with his eyes closed, feeling Allan pressed tight all along his back and Djaq curled close to him, tucked against his body comfortably.
Her kisses are languid and careful; she is half asleep, he thinks, and he has to smile. She's like a cat, wary when she's awake, prickly, but curling up in the warmth and going to sleep, lazy and calm. No doubt she'll wake first in the morning, squirming to get out of his embrace, and then he'll be cold. But for now he's warm: physically and somewhere inside him that he might sentimentally call his heart.
He has a feeling they would both laugh at him for that; Allan because he always laughs and Djaq because she hasn't yet learned to be vulnerable, even to them. He knows, though, that they feel the same, both of them, if only they could admit it. One day -- he's sure of this -- they will.
Djaq's skin is warm under his fingertips, Allan's body warm against his back. Will closes his eyes and smiles and goes to sleep, content.
Pairing: Allan/Will/Djaq
Warnings: Sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Warmth on a cold night.
Warmth shared on a winter's night. That's what it is, nominally, if anyone asks. An easy excuse. But it's more than that and all three know it. Everybody knows it, and everybody ignores it with the knowledge that it isn't time to say anything. Not yet, anyway. What they do is their business.
Djaq's skin is warm under Will's hand and Allan's breath hot against the back of his neck, the gentle teasing nips distracting in a wonderful kind of way. He lies with his eyes closed, feeling Allan pressed tight all along his back and Djaq curled close to him, tucked against his body comfortably.
Her kisses are languid and careful; she is half asleep, he thinks, and he has to smile. She's like a cat, wary when she's awake, prickly, but curling up in the warmth and going to sleep, lazy and calm. No doubt she'll wake first in the morning, squirming to get out of his embrace, and then he'll be cold. But for now he's warm: physically and somewhere inside him that he might sentimentally call his heart.
He has a feeling they would both laugh at him for that; Allan because he always laughs and Djaq because she hasn't yet learned to be vulnerable, even to them. He knows, though, that they feel the same, both of them, if only they could admit it. One day -- he's sure of this -- they will.
Djaq's skin is warm under his fingertips, Allan's body warm against his back. Will closes his eyes and smiles and goes to sleep, content.
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