Plot devices. And private business. For rh_drabblefest
Title:Either Lethal or Awkward
Rating: hard R
Word count: 538
Characters/Pairings: Guy/Marian/Allan [prompt: Guy/Marian/Allan; boredom in the castle]
Note: Terribly sorry for the length. And the un-originality. And the adverbs. And the gratuitous narration. You'll see.
Disclaimer: Robin Hood is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
It's not quite possible for a piece of cloth to drop on the floor with a 'thud!' but Marian in her frustration somehow managed. It was likely that Embroidering hated her as much as she hated doing it for even the peasants were less than thrilled when realizing that under the cloth that covered the baskets she brought them was in fact more of it.
But having abandoned her sole occupation, Marian in the confines of her castle chamber grew quickly bored. Clearly a walk outside was the best (only) option she had, combined with a detour by way of the kitchen for something sweet.
So onwards she went to stretch her legs when, an odd sound coming from the food store got her attention. Marian of course had to explore (this is what bored people do: explore strange sounds, alone, so that they can find themselves in either lethal or awkward situations and mess with other people's private business. It's the general rule of this plot device. And glory holes).
She opened the door soundlessly to the store and was greeted with the most wondrous sight.
The first thing she noticed was Allan's expression of rapture-or was it his glistening naked chest? Immediately after registered the fact that Guy was kneeling in front of him (alas fully clothed) amongst turned over caskets of fruit and spilt oil, his dark head moving in sync with Allan's laboured breath. Right then Allan began struggling and trembling, Guy's hands that pressed on either side of his pelvis seemed to be the only thing keeping him still.
It is safe to say Marian had stopped breathing by that time; her throat was locked tight as Allan uttered one hoarse, senseless shout and she had to gasp for air. And she was heard.
Two pairs of blue eyes, one light one dark, one accusing one languid, focused on her. Surely if her breathing had returned to normal she would've figured out the ridiculousness of their taking offense (or then again not; private business and all that) but Marian simply stared back, hot-faced and weak at the knees.
"What do you want?" Guy growled from his position on the floor. Somehow he sounded more menacing than ever with Allan's limp cock next to his ear. She cleared her throat. "Kitchen-- sweet-- bored," she managed in a croaky voice.
Guy did not respond and the scowl was still fixed on his face. Marian figured he was planning ways of punishing her; she had noticed Allan's belt lying conveniently at his knees. It was pure dumb luck that rescued our heroine for Allan chose that moment to take a hand off the wall he was pressed against and place it on Guy's shoulder.
They exchanged a poignant look with Allan nodding his head towards her seeming to urge the kneeling man. Guy looked at her again and this time he was grinning. Again Marian was surprised at how menacing he looked, especially with Allan's now hardening cock next to his ear. Yet her heart swelled and swooped down her belly when holding his hand out to her Guy said, "Want to let us give you something sweet to nibble on?"
Rating: hard R
Word count: 538
Characters/Pairings: Guy/Marian/Allan [prompt: Guy/Marian/Allan; boredom in the castle]
Note: Terribly sorry for the length. And the un-originality. And the adverbs. And the gratuitous narration. You'll see.
Disclaimer: Robin Hood is copyright to Tiger Aspect and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
It's not quite possible for a piece of cloth to drop on the floor with a 'thud!' but Marian in her frustration somehow managed. It was likely that Embroidering hated her as much as she hated doing it for even the peasants were less than thrilled when realizing that under the cloth that covered the baskets she brought them was in fact more of it.
But having abandoned her sole occupation, Marian in the confines of her castle chamber grew quickly bored. Clearly a walk outside was the best (only) option she had, combined with a detour by way of the kitchen for something sweet.
So onwards she went to stretch her legs when, an odd sound coming from the food store got her attention. Marian of course had to explore (this is what bored people do: explore strange sounds, alone, so that they can find themselves in either lethal or awkward situations and mess with other people's private business. It's the general rule of this plot device. And glory holes).
She opened the door soundlessly to the store and was greeted with the most wondrous sight.
The first thing she noticed was Allan's expression of rapture-or was it his glistening naked chest? Immediately after registered the fact that Guy was kneeling in front of him (alas fully clothed) amongst turned over caskets of fruit and spilt oil, his dark head moving in sync with Allan's laboured breath. Right then Allan began struggling and trembling, Guy's hands that pressed on either side of his pelvis seemed to be the only thing keeping him still.
It is safe to say Marian had stopped breathing by that time; her throat was locked tight as Allan uttered one hoarse, senseless shout and she had to gasp for air. And she was heard.
Two pairs of blue eyes, one light one dark, one accusing one languid, focused on her. Surely if her breathing had returned to normal she would've figured out the ridiculousness of their taking offense (or then again not; private business and all that) but Marian simply stared back, hot-faced and weak at the knees.
"What do you want?" Guy growled from his position on the floor. Somehow he sounded more menacing than ever with Allan's limp cock next to his ear. She cleared her throat. "Kitchen-- sweet-- bored," she managed in a croaky voice.
Guy did not respond and the scowl was still fixed on his face. Marian figured he was planning ways of punishing her; she had noticed Allan's belt lying conveniently at his knees. It was pure dumb luck that rescued our heroine for Allan chose that moment to take a hand off the wall he was pressed against and place it on Guy's shoulder.
They exchanged a poignant look with Allan nodding his head towards her seeming to urge the kneeling man. Guy looked at her again and this time he was grinning. Again Marian was surprised at how menacing he looked, especially with Allan's now hardening cock next to his ear. Yet her heart swelled and swooped down her belly when holding his hand out to her Guy said, "Want to let us give you something sweet to nibble on?"