RH: The Tug
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing: Allan/Will/Djaq
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: He should have had better sense. For feywood on my first kisses meme.
It was awkward. He should have had better sense, after all. Djaq and Will were married, Djaq and Will were happy, Djaq and Will really didn't need him turning up like a bad smell. But he'd learnt to listen to the tug of loyalty in his heart, by now. The one that doubled as a conscience of sorts. The one that told him he was doing a stupid thing.
It was stupid to leave Robin again. Especially sneaking off in the night. But hell, Allan wasn't good at goodbyes, and he couldn't've afforded to keep heading back to England while he thought of a way to say it.
He'd barely been aware of the trip back. There might've been only an eyeblink between sneaking out of the little camp to when he was stood looking Will in the face, not knowing what to do.
"Will," he said, and then, throat tight, "Djaq. I -- "
"Allan," Djaq said, and she sounded glad, and before he could get any more words out she was kissing him. He was sure he was going to get hit -- at least Will didn't have an axe on him, he thought, frantically: he'd seen what the man could do to people with that thing -- but instead, Will just nodded, the look in his dark eyes as much a welcome as Djaq's kiss had been.
"Come inside," he said, softly, and Allan grinned.
That inner voice of his sure had some good ideas sometimes.
Pairing: Allan/Will/Djaq
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: He should have had better sense. For feywood on my first kisses meme.
It was awkward. He should have had better sense, after all. Djaq and Will were married, Djaq and Will were happy, Djaq and Will really didn't need him turning up like a bad smell. But he'd learnt to listen to the tug of loyalty in his heart, by now. The one that doubled as a conscience of sorts. The one that told him he was doing a stupid thing.
It was stupid to leave Robin again. Especially sneaking off in the night. But hell, Allan wasn't good at goodbyes, and he couldn't've afforded to keep heading back to England while he thought of a way to say it.
He'd barely been aware of the trip back. There might've been only an eyeblink between sneaking out of the little camp to when he was stood looking Will in the face, not knowing what to do.
"Will," he said, and then, throat tight, "Djaq. I -- "
"Allan," Djaq said, and she sounded glad, and before he could get any more words out she was kissing him. He was sure he was going to get hit -- at least Will didn't have an axe on him, he thought, frantically: he'd seen what the man could do to people with that thing -- but instead, Will just nodded, the look in his dark eyes as much a welcome as Djaq's kiss had been.
"Come inside," he said, softly, and Allan grinned.
That inner voice of his sure had some good ideas sometimes.