The Touch of Your Hand
Title: The Touch of Your Hand
Rating: G
Word count: 248 words
Characters/Pairings: Marian, Robin; young Marian/Robin
Prompt: Marian/Robin, catch me
Summary: Marian is adventurous, Robin comes to rescue her.
Notes: Title drawn from Ronan Keating's When You Say Nothing At All.
“Marian, what are you doing?! Come down from there before you fall!”
Robin races over to the tree she’s halfway up and looks up at her anxiously through the branches.
She laughs. “Hello, Robin,” she smiles down at him, and waves cheekily.
“I mean it, Marian. If you don’t come down I’ll go and get your father.”
She laughs again. “No you won’t.”
He debates doing it just to prove her wrong, but he can’t leave her on her own. Suppose she did fall...
He hates that she’s right, but he capitulates. “Fine, he says, “but I’m coming up there with you.”
Marian watches smugly as he climbs; even at the tender age of eight she has him wrapped around her little finger completely.
The second he reaches her branch she’s off again climbing higher and higher, leaving an anxious Robin to hurry after. He’ll be for it if they’re caught, but he can’t leave her now.
Marian stops suddenly, having looked down and realised just how high they are. She turns to face Robin, her eyes wide and her mouth suddenly dry. He sees the look on her face, and thinks quickly.
“I think Much’s mother was baking today,” he says. “Do you want to see if she has anything for you?”
Chewing on her bottom lip, Marian nods, and slips her small hand into Robin’s. He doesn’t let go until they’re safe on the ground, back in Locksley, their fingers sticky with honey from the cakes.
Rating: G
Word count: 248 words
Characters/Pairings: Marian, Robin; young Marian/Robin
Prompt: Marian/Robin, catch me
Summary: Marian is adventurous, Robin comes to rescue her.
Notes: Title drawn from Ronan Keating's When You Say Nothing At All.
“Marian, what are you doing?! Come down from there before you fall!”
Robin races over to the tree she’s halfway up and looks up at her anxiously through the branches.
She laughs. “Hello, Robin,” she smiles down at him, and waves cheekily.
“I mean it, Marian. If you don’t come down I’ll go and get your father.”
She laughs again. “No you won’t.”
He debates doing it just to prove her wrong, but he can’t leave her on her own. Suppose she did fall...
He hates that she’s right, but he capitulates. “Fine, he says, “but I’m coming up there with you.”
Marian watches smugly as he climbs; even at the tender age of eight she has him wrapped around her little finger completely.
The second he reaches her branch she’s off again climbing higher and higher, leaving an anxious Robin to hurry after. He’ll be for it if they’re caught, but he can’t leave her now.
Marian stops suddenly, having looked down and realised just how high they are. She turns to face Robin, her eyes wide and her mouth suddenly dry. He sees the look on her face, and thinks quickly.
“I think Much’s mother was baking today,” he says. “Do you want to see if she has anything for you?”
Chewing on her bottom lip, Marian nods, and slips her small hand into Robin’s. He doesn’t let go until they’re safe on the ground, back in Locksley, their fingers sticky with honey from the cakes.