Ficlet: Consolation
Title: Consolation
Author: mideltone_one
Word Count: 646
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Allan, Marian
Spoilers/Warnings: Set around 2x9
Summary: Allan has a late night visitor
Disclaimer:The Robin Hood characters written about here belong to Tiger Aspect and the British Broadcasting Corporation. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor is any money being made. I don't own them - if I did I'd be too busy drooling to write! All mistakes are mine.
The knocking, always unexpected, caught Allan unawares. Putting down the solitary cup of small beer on the table, next to the solitary plate, he got up and walked over to the door and opened it a crack, his other hand on his dagger, just in case. He relaxed as he recognised Lady Marian, standing in the corridor. "May I come in?" she asked in tones much softer than she usually used with him.
"Of course, my Lady," he said, pulling the door open and half bowing as she swept in. If she noticed his attempt at mockery, she didn't comment on it.
Closing the door behind him, he directed her to the only chair in the room, but she chose instead to sit down on the side of the bed. Unsure what he should do, he moved towards her, but remained standing. "To what do I owe the pleasure, this evening," he asked, wondering if this was the only woman he'd ever get back to his room.
She looked up at him, a tear in her eye, "I miss my father," she said, before letting out a loud sob.
Allan never felt comfortable in front of a crying woman, and didn't know any other men who did. His first instinct was to put his arms around her, but he knew well enough that that could be misconstrued, so instead he decided a few word might help. "'E was a good man, no doubt about it ... I'm sorry for your loss.”
His efforts somewhat backfired, as Marian let out another louder sob. "And now when I cry, there isn't even a strong man to hold me," she said, gasping back more sobs.
"I could get Gisborne," he offered, becoming more dismayed as the flow of tears increased at the suggestion. He moved closer to her. "It ain't much," he said softly, "but you could ‘ug me, if you wanted."
That seemed to help, as she pulled herself together, stood up, and flung herself into his arms. His head buried in her hair, he tried to distract himself. If he let nature run its course he would become aroused, and an erection here would be just as welcome as it would be in a nunnery; obviously not one of the nunneries he "serviced" on a regular basis. Moving as slowly and gently as he could, he wrapped his arms around the woman's back, and hugged her, hoping her need for a cuddle would be outlasted by his ability to control himself.
"Is that 'elping," he asked, hoping this torture would be over soon.
"A little," replied Marian, "but you know what would really help?"
Before he could reply, his companion made her move. The hands that were clasped around his back suddenly darted to his buttocks, where they took a firm hold, followed by a hard squeeze.
Allan's eyes bulged in surprise. "Not bein' funny," he said, "but am I getting this right? Are you after a bit of the old A Dale action between the sheets?"
"I might be," replied Marian coyly, "you wouldn't refuse a damsel in distress, would you?"
"I would if one of 'er suitors was me master, and the other could put an arrow in me 'eart as soon as look at me."
"They needn't know," she replied.
"They might realise if nine months from now you produce a little Ginger 'aired reminder."
Marian pulled away from him, suddenly no longer overcome with tears. "So you're refusing me?" she asked angrily.
"So you're over your upset then?" he asked, clearly shocked at her sudden change of mood.
"Oh come on Allan," replied Marian, as she walked over to the door, "you can't tell me you haven't used a trick like that to get that 'old A Dale action' in the past?"
"I ain't sayin' nothin'" replied Allan, as he watched the door close.
Author: mideltone_one
Word Count: 646
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Allan, Marian
Spoilers/Warnings: Set around 2x9
Summary: Allan has a late night visitor
Disclaimer:The Robin Hood characters written about here belong to Tiger Aspect and the British Broadcasting Corporation. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor is any money being made. I don't own them - if I did I'd be too busy drooling to write! All mistakes are mine.
The knocking, always unexpected, caught Allan unawares. Putting down the solitary cup of small beer on the table, next to the solitary plate, he got up and walked over to the door and opened it a crack, his other hand on his dagger, just in case. He relaxed as he recognised Lady Marian, standing in the corridor. "May I come in?" she asked in tones much softer than she usually used with him.
"Of course, my Lady," he said, pulling the door open and half bowing as she swept in. If she noticed his attempt at mockery, she didn't comment on it.
Closing the door behind him, he directed her to the only chair in the room, but she chose instead to sit down on the side of the bed. Unsure what he should do, he moved towards her, but remained standing. "To what do I owe the pleasure, this evening," he asked, wondering if this was the only woman he'd ever get back to his room.
She looked up at him, a tear in her eye, "I miss my father," she said, before letting out a loud sob.
Allan never felt comfortable in front of a crying woman, and didn't know any other men who did. His first instinct was to put his arms around her, but he knew well enough that that could be misconstrued, so instead he decided a few word might help. "'E was a good man, no doubt about it ... I'm sorry for your loss.”
His efforts somewhat backfired, as Marian let out another louder sob. "And now when I cry, there isn't even a strong man to hold me," she said, gasping back more sobs.
"I could get Gisborne," he offered, becoming more dismayed as the flow of tears increased at the suggestion. He moved closer to her. "It ain't much," he said softly, "but you could ‘ug me, if you wanted."
That seemed to help, as she pulled herself together, stood up, and flung herself into his arms. His head buried in her hair, he tried to distract himself. If he let nature run its course he would become aroused, and an erection here would be just as welcome as it would be in a nunnery; obviously not one of the nunneries he "serviced" on a regular basis. Moving as slowly and gently as he could, he wrapped his arms around the woman's back, and hugged her, hoping her need for a cuddle would be outlasted by his ability to control himself.
"Is that 'elping," he asked, hoping this torture would be over soon.
"A little," replied Marian, "but you know what would really help?"
Before he could reply, his companion made her move. The hands that were clasped around his back suddenly darted to his buttocks, where they took a firm hold, followed by a hard squeeze.
Allan's eyes bulged in surprise. "Not bein' funny," he said, "but am I getting this right? Are you after a bit of the old A Dale action between the sheets?"
"I might be," replied Marian coyly, "you wouldn't refuse a damsel in distress, would you?"
"I would if one of 'er suitors was me master, and the other could put an arrow in me 'eart as soon as look at me."
"They needn't know," she replied.
"They might realise if nine months from now you produce a little Ginger 'aired reminder."
Marian pulled away from him, suddenly no longer overcome with tears. "So you're refusing me?" she asked angrily.
"So you're over your upset then?" he asked, clearly shocked at her sudden change of mood.
"Oh come on Allan," replied Marian, as she walked over to the door, "you can't tell me you haven't used a trick like that to get that 'old A Dale action' in the past?"
"I ain't sayin' nothin'" replied Allan, as he watched the door close.