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RH: Keeping A Welcome
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing: Allan/Will/Djaq
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Will and Djaq were waiting for him. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
over_look.
"Left something behind?"
Allan didn't look at Robin. His eyes were still on the way they'd come, even as he fumbled open his bag to find something to eat. "Nothing that was mine to begin with," he said, with an attempt at a grin.
"You're moping because you didn't get to steal something?" Much made a face, pawing through his own bag. "Typical!"
Robin gave him a look.
"What?"
"Just let it be, Much," he said, without much patience. He moved closer to Allan, crouching down beside him, and elbowed him gently. "If you want to go back, there's nothing stopping you. We can do without you."
Much looked very much as if he still wanted to say something, but with a heroic effort, kept himself from doing so. He only looked aside at John and mouthed 'what's going on?'. John ignored him, his eyes on Allan, too.
"I'm not welcome back there."
Robin did something that looked very much as if he'd just rolled his eyes, and pushed Allan in the shoulder. "They're probably disappointed you kept out of their way and didn't ask to stay. You can go back if you want to."
Allan shrugged, and said nothing.
By morning, he'd gone. Taking a few extra supplies with him, of course, as Much remarked at some volume.
---
"Robin said... Robin said he thought you two might, you know, be keeping a welcome for me still. So." Allan shifted, nervous; nervous in a way he hadn't been for a while, not because he was tiptoeing around Gisborne to avoid being yelled at, spat at, hit or even killed, but because there he was, on Djaq and Will's doorstep, so to speak, interrupting their newly wedded bliss. He was pretty sure he was being a collosal idiot.
"You should have known we were," Will said, without any real hesitation. He opened the door a little wider. "Djaq will be happy to see you."
"How about you?"
Will hesitated, this time. Then, slowly, he raised a hand, placing it against Allan's chest, and he kissed him. It wasn't quite the same sort of kiss they were used to -- hurried, a little rough, tucked away out of sight. He'd got better at kissing, with practice, and this kiss was slow and soft and -- well, welcoming.
Allan followed him inside in a daze. Djaq was sitting there -- Djaq with her dark eyes and her dark tousled hair and the smile she had that struck right to his heart every time because of the way he'd betrayed her, betrayed all of them.
"Allan," she said, and she sounded so glad that all the rest of his hesitations slipped away.
---
He'd forgotten how much it was -- how disorientating and wonderful it was to be with both of them -- to have Will touching him, holding him, while he was kissing Djaq, pushing Djaq down onto the soft, soft bed. They both seemed to focus on him, this time; they conspired to have him helpless, pushing him down onto his back on the bed and kissing him, mouths on his, on his neck, on his chest, and lower. He had the fingers of one hand tangled in Will's hair and with the other he was touching Djaq, fingertips skimming over her soft, smooth skin.
It was the same all over again and yet different, his back now not against a tree or down in the fallen leaf litter -- and now they could take all their clothes off without fear of the dirt, so that he saw all of them all at once, and decided the sight was better than he'd ever thought.
By the time they were finished, sticky and hot and curling together, too warm and yet too content to move, he'd forgotten all his qualms, all his doubts. He'd forgotten that it could ever have been any other way.
And Djaq, knowing, smiled, and ran her fingers through his hair.
---
"I won't be long," he promised, taking the bag Djaq was holding out to him -- fresh clothes, food, and a million things that only she'd think of. He smiled teasingly at her. "You're turning into a real housewife."
"I had to get used to it, with Much not around," she said, laughter in her voice. She kissed him then, moving closer, for a moment pressing against him, and he kissed back eagerly -- still fully aware, always, of how lucky he was.
"I'll tell him that," he said, warningly, smiling, and then, "I really will come back soon," again, and he wondered who he was trying to convince -- them, or himself. Sometimes, he thought, it still seemed too good to be true.
"We'll be keeping a welcome for you," Will said, with a little smile that entirely suited him.
Pairing: Allan/Will/Djaq
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Will and Djaq were waiting for him. For
over_look."Left something behind?"
Allan didn't look at Robin. His eyes were still on the way they'd come, even as he fumbled open his bag to find something to eat. "Nothing that was mine to begin with," he said, with an attempt at a grin.
"You're moping because you didn't get to steal something?" Much made a face, pawing through his own bag. "Typical!"
Robin gave him a look.
"What?"
"Just let it be, Much," he said, without much patience. He moved closer to Allan, crouching down beside him, and elbowed him gently. "If you want to go back, there's nothing stopping you. We can do without you."
Much looked very much as if he still wanted to say something, but with a heroic effort, kept himself from doing so. He only looked aside at John and mouthed 'what's going on?'. John ignored him, his eyes on Allan, too.
"I'm not welcome back there."
Robin did something that looked very much as if he'd just rolled his eyes, and pushed Allan in the shoulder. "They're probably disappointed you kept out of their way and didn't ask to stay. You can go back if you want to."
Allan shrugged, and said nothing.
By morning, he'd gone. Taking a few extra supplies with him, of course, as Much remarked at some volume.
"Robin said... Robin said he thought you two might, you know, be keeping a welcome for me still. So." Allan shifted, nervous; nervous in a way he hadn't been for a while, not because he was tiptoeing around Gisborne to avoid being yelled at, spat at, hit or even killed, but because there he was, on Djaq and Will's doorstep, so to speak, interrupting their newly wedded bliss. He was pretty sure he was being a collosal idiot.
"You should have known we were," Will said, without any real hesitation. He opened the door a little wider. "Djaq will be happy to see you."
"How about you?"
Will hesitated, this time. Then, slowly, he raised a hand, placing it against Allan's chest, and he kissed him. It wasn't quite the same sort of kiss they were used to -- hurried, a little rough, tucked away out of sight. He'd got better at kissing, with practice, and this kiss was slow and soft and -- well, welcoming.
Allan followed him inside in a daze. Djaq was sitting there -- Djaq with her dark eyes and her dark tousled hair and the smile she had that struck right to his heart every time because of the way he'd betrayed her, betrayed all of them.
"Allan," she said, and she sounded so glad that all the rest of his hesitations slipped away.
He'd forgotten how much it was -- how disorientating and wonderful it was to be with both of them -- to have Will touching him, holding him, while he was kissing Djaq, pushing Djaq down onto the soft, soft bed. They both seemed to focus on him, this time; they conspired to have him helpless, pushing him down onto his back on the bed and kissing him, mouths on his, on his neck, on his chest, and lower. He had the fingers of one hand tangled in Will's hair and with the other he was touching Djaq, fingertips skimming over her soft, smooth skin.
It was the same all over again and yet different, his back now not against a tree or down in the fallen leaf litter -- and now they could take all their clothes off without fear of the dirt, so that he saw all of them all at once, and decided the sight was better than he'd ever thought.
By the time they were finished, sticky and hot and curling together, too warm and yet too content to move, he'd forgotten all his qualms, all his doubts. He'd forgotten that it could ever have been any other way.
And Djaq, knowing, smiled, and ran her fingers through his hair.
"I won't be long," he promised, taking the bag Djaq was holding out to him -- fresh clothes, food, and a million things that only she'd think of. He smiled teasingly at her. "You're turning into a real housewife."
"I had to get used to it, with Much not around," she said, laughter in her voice. She kissed him then, moving closer, for a moment pressing against him, and he kissed back eagerly -- still fully aware, always, of how lucky he was.
"I'll tell him that," he said, warningly, smiling, and then, "I really will come back soon," again, and he wondered who he was trying to convince -- them, or himself. Sometimes, he thought, it still seemed too good to be true.
"We'll be keeping a welcome for you," Will said, with a little smile that entirely suited him.