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Entry tags:
RH: Undervalued
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing: Robin/Carter/Much
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Much heard him coming.
This time, Much heard him coming. He wasn't quite sure what it was: maybe there was the miniscule cracking of a tiny twig -- maybe he was just that on edge. But either way, Much swung round before Carter quite reached him. "Stop there."
Carter stopped, raising his hands as if to show he wasn't carrying a weapon. "I was just wondering what you were doing, leaving the camp like that. Robin was wondering, too."
Much couldn't help the little venomous twist to his words. "You think you know Robin so well, don't you?"
"Not as well as I'd like to," he said, easily. "And I'd like to know more about you. Anyway, he asked me to come after you."
"You'd -- what?"
Carter shrugged. "Robin asked me to come after you."
"No, I meant... the other bit."
Carter took a tiny step closer. "When I said that I'd... like to know more about you?"
"Do you mean it?"
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked. He moved closer again, reaching up -- Much expected the hand to land on his shoulder, and even that seemed a bit too much from this stranger, but instead fingers touched his cheek, brushing lightly before falling again. "You're the sort of person it's easy to undervalue, I suppose... but Robin thinks highly of you."
Much found himself having to swallow. "He said that to you?"
"Yes," someone said, but it wasn't Carter. Robin moved quietly: somehow, Much hadn't heard him, though he usually prided himself on knowing where Robin was at all times. Robin came up close to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, before he spoke. "I said that to him. And I should say it to you more often, shouldn't I?"
Somehow, Much found himself feeling... cornered. He licked his lips nervously. He didn't miss the look that passed between Robin and Carter, but even so he wasn't expecting it when Carter kissed him -- a hard, eager kiss, and yet somehow experimental, and he'd never even thought about kissing Carter, and he hadn't forgotten that he was a complete stranger, but it was nice, and Robin's hand didn't move, and he thought he heard Robin catch his breath.
"We were leaving you out," Robin said, softly. "Maybe we should make up for it now."
Much wanted to say something -- something, maybe, that indicated that he wouldn't forgive Robin so easily. But the words caught in his throat -- he'd never been able to say any such thing -- and Robin was turning him, turning him to face him, and leaning in and -- well, he wasn't the kind to hold a grudge, and Robin seemed repentant enough.
Pairing: Robin/Carter/Much
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Much heard him coming.
This time, Much heard him coming. He wasn't quite sure what it was: maybe there was the miniscule cracking of a tiny twig -- maybe he was just that on edge. But either way, Much swung round before Carter quite reached him. "Stop there."
Carter stopped, raising his hands as if to show he wasn't carrying a weapon. "I was just wondering what you were doing, leaving the camp like that. Robin was wondering, too."
Much couldn't help the little venomous twist to his words. "You think you know Robin so well, don't you?"
"Not as well as I'd like to," he said, easily. "And I'd like to know more about you. Anyway, he asked me to come after you."
"You'd -- what?"
Carter shrugged. "Robin asked me to come after you."
"No, I meant... the other bit."
Carter took a tiny step closer. "When I said that I'd... like to know more about you?"
"Do you mean it?"
"Why wouldn't I?" he asked. He moved closer again, reaching up -- Much expected the hand to land on his shoulder, and even that seemed a bit too much from this stranger, but instead fingers touched his cheek, brushing lightly before falling again. "You're the sort of person it's easy to undervalue, I suppose... but Robin thinks highly of you."
Much found himself having to swallow. "He said that to you?"
"Yes," someone said, but it wasn't Carter. Robin moved quietly: somehow, Much hadn't heard him, though he usually prided himself on knowing where Robin was at all times. Robin came up close to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, before he spoke. "I said that to him. And I should say it to you more often, shouldn't I?"
Somehow, Much found himself feeling... cornered. He licked his lips nervously. He didn't miss the look that passed between Robin and Carter, but even so he wasn't expecting it when Carter kissed him -- a hard, eager kiss, and yet somehow experimental, and he'd never even thought about kissing Carter, and he hadn't forgotten that he was a complete stranger, but it was nice, and Robin's hand didn't move, and he thought he heard Robin catch his breath.
"We were leaving you out," Robin said, softly. "Maybe we should make up for it now."
Much wanted to say something -- something, maybe, that indicated that he wouldn't forgive Robin so easily. But the words caught in his throat -- he'd never been able to say any such thing -- and Robin was turning him, turning him to face him, and leaning in and -- well, he wasn't the kind to hold a grudge, and Robin seemed repentant enough.
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