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Entry tags:
RH: Occasions
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing: Allan/Will/Djaq
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Djaq thinks of their kisses.
There's a kiss for every occasion, with Will and Allan, it seems. Djaq's first kiss with Will was soft, his fingers entwining with hers and his mouth gentle, slow, his eyes falling shut. She had closed her eyes too, felt his affection and warmth and felt happy, like she rarely did. Whole, in a way she couldn't describe, in a way she hadn't felt since she took her brother's name and went on without him. The first time Allan had kissed her had been more passionate, his emotions spilling over as they did, sometimes, when he was stressed in some way. He'd kissed her eagerly, desperately, like he was searching for something, and she'd lost herself in the exhilaration of wanting, of being wanted, knowing he'd find her.
There's the kisses they give her when they go off into danger and she's watching them leave, standing at Robin's side and knowing she'll kill him if he gets them killed -- loyal as she is to him, she's more loyal to them. They kiss her on the cheek, Will with his soft smile and Allan with his ready grin, and then they go, and she waits until they're out of sight to go in her turn.
There's the kisses stolen when they should be doing something else -- her back against a tree, Allan's kiss quick and eager, Will's kisses always more hesitant but, oh, so wonderful.
And there's the way they kiss each other, with all the fierce passion they have; they're afraid they'll break her, that way, she thinks, and their caution makes her laugh -- and annoys her sometimes. They don't fear breaking each other and Will is a beautiful sight with his lips swollen and cheeks flushed, his eyes touched with lust.
There's kisses that say goodnight and there're these kisses, slow and eager and desperate by turns, as they move together, kisses punctuated by gasps and moans and quick breathing. There're the kisses after, soft and gentle and loving, and Djaq loves every kiss, loves Allan, loves Will, and can't be afraid of the heady, intoxicating emotion because it comes so naturally to her.
Maybe she should be afraid, but she isn't. She can't be.
Pairing: Allan/Will/Djaq
Warnings: Angst, sap
Rating: PG13
Summary: Djaq thinks of their kisses.
There's a kiss for every occasion, with Will and Allan, it seems. Djaq's first kiss with Will was soft, his fingers entwining with hers and his mouth gentle, slow, his eyes falling shut. She had closed her eyes too, felt his affection and warmth and felt happy, like she rarely did. Whole, in a way she couldn't describe, in a way she hadn't felt since she took her brother's name and went on without him. The first time Allan had kissed her had been more passionate, his emotions spilling over as they did, sometimes, when he was stressed in some way. He'd kissed her eagerly, desperately, like he was searching for something, and she'd lost herself in the exhilaration of wanting, of being wanted, knowing he'd find her.
There's the kisses they give her when they go off into danger and she's watching them leave, standing at Robin's side and knowing she'll kill him if he gets them killed -- loyal as she is to him, she's more loyal to them. They kiss her on the cheek, Will with his soft smile and Allan with his ready grin, and then they go, and she waits until they're out of sight to go in her turn.
There's the kisses stolen when they should be doing something else -- her back against a tree, Allan's kiss quick and eager, Will's kisses always more hesitant but, oh, so wonderful.
And there's the way they kiss each other, with all the fierce passion they have; they're afraid they'll break her, that way, she thinks, and their caution makes her laugh -- and annoys her sometimes. They don't fear breaking each other and Will is a beautiful sight with his lips swollen and cheeks flushed, his eyes touched with lust.
There's kisses that say goodnight and there're these kisses, slow and eager and desperate by turns, as they move together, kisses punctuated by gasps and moans and quick breathing. There're the kisses after, soft and gentle and loving, and Djaq loves every kiss, loves Allan, loves Will, and can't be afraid of the heady, intoxicating emotion because it comes so naturally to her.
Maybe she should be afraid, but she isn't. She can't be.