fic: Rose Petals II
Title: Rose Petals II (and other things in the bath)
Author: robinfanatic
Characters/Pairings: Much, Hannah
Rating: pg-15
Words: 740
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
Notes: this was my original version of a crack!fic for a hoodland challenge. I decided it definitely was not crack-y enough so I submitted a different and very short crack!fic that takes the last few lines only of this fic and substitutes Thornton! I like this version better myself...
Summary: A twist on the bath scene during 1x01.
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Rose petals. Hannah smiled as Much spat the petals back into the bath water. She was almost out of the room but something caused her to turn back around. Much wasn't looking her way - well he was, but he was looking past her - and she suddenly realized that her questions about the war must have brought awful memories back to the young warrior.
Much's eyes were moist, his face grief-stricken. He could still hear the sounds of men dying, of swords clashing, of fireballs screaming through the air. They were as clear as if he was back on those hot desert sands.
Hannah hastened to the side of the tub and was on her knees a moment later. "I'm so so sorry...for makin' you think about the war." She pulled his face to hers and kissed him gently on the cheek.
Tears spilled across Much's face. Hannah kissed them away, her thumbs running gently from his temples down his jaw line. Tilting his chin, she pressed her mouth to his, soft and tentative.
Much opened his mouth and let her tongue slide in to meet his. His kiss grew hungry, needy. It had been far too long since he'd shared a kiss.
Suddenly the door opened and Robin walked in. Hannah pulled away from Much backing toward the door, her face blushed red - not from the heat of the bath but from a heat more insistent and urgent that stirred and caused an ache - a good ache - in the pit of her belly.
Much splashed his face with water as Robin ignored the two of them and walked to the wash basin. "Much, get dressed. I want to visit the old sheriff."
Much sighed. His eyes met Hannah's then he looked back at Robin. "Really? I would prefer, I have to say, the whole food, bath, and sleep thing."
"Of course. I forgot my promise to you," he replied as he tied his scarf round his neck and pulled on the clean vest from the hook on the wall. "You don't have to come." For the first time Robin seemed to notice Hannah. His face lit with a mischievous grin as he scooped up a cloth from the chest then shuffled toward the door. He looked back at Much. "Sleep well, my friend. You deserve it." Turning round, he winked at Hannah, pressed the cloth into her hands and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Hannah walked slowly back toward the bath and knelt down again. She pressed the cloth to Much's shoulder. He tensed for one brief moment then visibly relaxed, leaning his well-muscled frame against the back of the tub. Hannah's hands dipped into the water to dampen the cloth, then she began to slowly massage his chest. Her warm breath brushed Much's neck.
"I should not ask you of the war, master--"
"Much. I am Much, not your master," he said, his eyes closed against the touch of her hands on his abs. "And I would welcome talk." There was a tinge of sadness in his voice. "I lived the war with Robin but he won't talk to me about it."
"I am a good listener, mas-- Much," she said.
Much tipped his face toward Hannah's and looked into the deep blue of her eyes. "I would like that very much. But not today. Today we are just returned from a very long journey. Today there will only be good thoughts." Much retrieved the roast leg of pork from the side table and smiled. "Good thoughts and good meat." He took a bite then sighed as he slowly chewed it, his head cradled against Hannah's shoulder as she continued to gently wash his skin.
Hannah nodded, cocking her head toward the bath water. "Did you drop anything else into the bath?"
Much frowned, eyed the water. "Just the rose petals."
"Are you certain?" Hannah pressed warm lips to Much's neck, dragging soft, wet kisses from his jaw down to his shoulder. Much closed his eyes against the sensation as every nerve in his body began to tingle. Hannah's hand slid down his chest. "I do believe there is something else...a big piece of meat..."
"Oh...oh..." Much moaned. He cuffed Hannah's neck, his mouth seeking hers. As their tongues dueled and breaths grew short, Much pulled her into the bath.
Hannah straddled Much's hips, and sure enough, she found that piece of meat.
Author: robinfanatic
Characters/Pairings: Much, Hannah
Rating: pg-15
Words: 740
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
Notes: this was my original version of a crack!fic for a hoodland challenge. I decided it definitely was not crack-y enough so I submitted a different and very short crack!fic that takes the last few lines only of this fic and substitutes Thornton! I like this version better myself...
Summary: A twist on the bath scene during 1x01.
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Rose petals. Hannah smiled as Much spat the petals back into the bath water. She was almost out of the room but something caused her to turn back around. Much wasn't looking her way - well he was, but he was looking past her - and she suddenly realized that her questions about the war must have brought awful memories back to the young warrior.
Much's eyes were moist, his face grief-stricken. He could still hear the sounds of men dying, of swords clashing, of fireballs screaming through the air. They were as clear as if he was back on those hot desert sands.
Hannah hastened to the side of the tub and was on her knees a moment later. "I'm so so sorry...for makin' you think about the war." She pulled his face to hers and kissed him gently on the cheek.
Tears spilled across Much's face. Hannah kissed them away, her thumbs running gently from his temples down his jaw line. Tilting his chin, she pressed her mouth to his, soft and tentative.
Much opened his mouth and let her tongue slide in to meet his. His kiss grew hungry, needy. It had been far too long since he'd shared a kiss.
Suddenly the door opened and Robin walked in. Hannah pulled away from Much backing toward the door, her face blushed red - not from the heat of the bath but from a heat more insistent and urgent that stirred and caused an ache - a good ache - in the pit of her belly.
Much splashed his face with water as Robin ignored the two of them and walked to the wash basin. "Much, get dressed. I want to visit the old sheriff."
Much sighed. His eyes met Hannah's then he looked back at Robin. "Really? I would prefer, I have to say, the whole food, bath, and sleep thing."
"Of course. I forgot my promise to you," he replied as he tied his scarf round his neck and pulled on the clean vest from the hook on the wall. "You don't have to come." For the first time Robin seemed to notice Hannah. His face lit with a mischievous grin as he scooped up a cloth from the chest then shuffled toward the door. He looked back at Much. "Sleep well, my friend. You deserve it." Turning round, he winked at Hannah, pressed the cloth into her hands and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Hannah walked slowly back toward the bath and knelt down again. She pressed the cloth to Much's shoulder. He tensed for one brief moment then visibly relaxed, leaning his well-muscled frame against the back of the tub. Hannah's hands dipped into the water to dampen the cloth, then she began to slowly massage his chest. Her warm breath brushed Much's neck.
"I should not ask you of the war, master--"
"Much. I am Much, not your master," he said, his eyes closed against the touch of her hands on his abs. "And I would welcome talk." There was a tinge of sadness in his voice. "I lived the war with Robin but he won't talk to me about it."
"I am a good listener, mas-- Much," she said.
Much tipped his face toward Hannah's and looked into the deep blue of her eyes. "I would like that very much. But not today. Today we are just returned from a very long journey. Today there will only be good thoughts." Much retrieved the roast leg of pork from the side table and smiled. "Good thoughts and good meat." He took a bite then sighed as he slowly chewed it, his head cradled against Hannah's shoulder as she continued to gently wash his skin.
Hannah nodded, cocking her head toward the bath water. "Did you drop anything else into the bath?"
Much frowned, eyed the water. "Just the rose petals."
"Are you certain?" Hannah pressed warm lips to Much's neck, dragging soft, wet kisses from his jaw down to his shoulder. Much closed his eyes against the sensation as every nerve in his body began to tingle. Hannah's hand slid down his chest. "I do believe there is something else...a big piece of meat..."
"Oh...oh..." Much moaned. He cuffed Hannah's neck, his mouth seeking hers. As their tongues dueled and breaths grew short, Much pulled her into the bath.
Hannah straddled Much's hips, and sure enough, she found that piece of meat.