Fic: Thunder
Title: Thunder
Words: 1,078
Summary: One stormy night...
Spoliers: none :)
Set: future/AU
Disclaimer: The BBC owns everything. Boo :(
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Robin, Marian, OFC's
Another R&M&Babies dedicated to songandsilence. Sorry it's so long in coming ^_^ As always comments=love <3
Children's Ages
Thomas- nearly 5
Kate- 3
Edward- 6 months
Marian didn’t know whether it was the thunder or the cold that woke her.
She was reluctant to move from the relative comfort of the bed, but the lack of blankets (due, she suspected, to an impromptu roll on Robin’s behalf) was making a return to sleep impossible. She groaned inwardly and sat up. Shivering slightly as her feet touched the cool floor, she crept around the bed to Robin’s side to retrieve the blankets from where they lay in a heap on the floor. Marian gathered the bedclothes in her arms and deposited them back on the bed. She smiled fondly down at her husband, who was sleeping soundly, oblivious his wife’s discomforts.
On her way back to her own side of the bed, Marian paused to peer into the cradle at the foot of their bed. She was somewhat relieved to note that Edward was sleeping just as deeply as his father. At six months old, this was a relatively new luxury. She and Robin were beginning to re-discover what it was to sleep the whole night through.
She straightened up and was just about to continue on her way back to the warmth of her bed (and Robin) when a particularly loud roll of thunder perforated the night air. She froze, expecting to hear Edward’s indignant cries at being woken at such an ungodly hour. By some miracle, however the thunder did not wake the babe and he slumbered on. It did however wake somebody else.
“Marian?” came a confused voice from the bed.
“I’m here,” she whispered into the darkness, feeling her way back into bed. Reaching her pillow again she flopped down and pulled the blankets up to her chin, trying to encourage some warmth back into her body.
“You’re freezing!” Robin exclaimed, reaching out and pulling her close. She giggled as he shuddered when she ran her foot up his leg.
It was pitch dark, but Robin didn’t need the ability to see to find his way to her lips. He knew every part of her body intimately, and it was this knowledge that told him that when he let his fingers play along her skin, just below her breasts on her ribs, she would be rendered utterly helpless by his touch. There was the side effect of her squirming and shrieking, but her breathless laughter and her general lack of self-control made it highly worth his while.
He moved his hands to her waist and was just about to begin his onslaught when the door to their bedchamber flew open, banging loudly as it made contact with the wall. They sprang apart. Robin sat bolt upright and turned towards the doorway to see who had created such a disturbance.
“Mother?” came a small voice from the doorway.
“I’m here my darling” Marian replied, sliding out of Robin’s embrace and crossing the room to where Thomas stood, silhouetted against the torchlight “What’s wrong?”
“Kate is scared of the storm, and I can’t get to sleep” he told her earnestly. The boy shivered. His thin pyjamas were offering him little protection from the chilly night air. “And I’m cold” he added.
Marian turned round and flashed Robin a grin before kissing her son’s temple and setting off down the hall to Kate’s room.
She returned a few minutes later carrying her whimpering daughter in her arms. Marian was whispering soft words of comfort into her child’s ear, rocking her as though she were still Edward’s age.
She smiled as she saw Thomas lying, nearly asleep on the bed next to his father. It seemed as though their bed would be a little more crowded than she had expected tonight. Robin raised his head and placed a finger to his lips. He leaned over his son to pull back the bedclothes on her side of the bed as she made her way across the room to gently deposit Kate next to her brother.
She squirmed at the loss of contact, hushed by Marian as got back into bed.
“Goodnight,” she whispered, leaning over to place a kiss on Thomas’ fair head and another on Kate’s forehead. Time passed and gradually she felt Kate’s breathing slow as she fell into a peaceful slumber.
The storm seemed to have passed, well, the thunder and lightening part of it anyway, for now the night air was filled only with the sound of rain falling heavily on the ground. Robin lay awake, listening to his family’s steady breathing, the occasional rustle of bedclothes as they shifted in their sleep. He propped himself up on his elbow and turned to watch his slumbering brood.
Thomas’ head was resting on his own pillow, facing away from his father and towards his little sister. Kate’s dark blonde curls were splayed across Marian’s pillow, the little girl’s body was angled towards her brother and they looked for all the world like two slumbering angels. His gaze moved over his daughter and onto Marian, who he was surprised to see, was staring right back at him.
He winked in greeting and nodded at their children.
“They look so angelic,” he murmured, voicing his earlier thoughts.
“Well they are, when they’re asleep!”
He grinned, though seeing the truth in her words. Though they employed the services of a nursemaid, Marian spent as much time as possible with her children, and caring for three children, all under the age of five, was no easy task.
“Marian?”
“Mm?”
“I’m nearly falling out of bed”
Her unsympathetic snort was cut short by a plaintive wail from the end of the bed. Marian groaned.
“I’ll get him”
Robin slid out of bed, taking care not to disturb Thomas and leaned into Edward’s cradle to extract his youngest son from his bedclothes. The wails stopped immediately. Edward’s large blue eyes snapped open and stared accusingly at his father, his mouth hung open as if in shock. Robin grinned and brushed his son’s unruly raven hair out of his eyes.
“Feeling a bit left out?” he asked the babe, walking round the foot of the bed to sit at Marian’s feet.
“Nearly a whole night” she murmured, pulling herself into a sitting position, “I’m surprised he slept through the storm”
“You know, I swear he wakes us up at this time, just so he can have us all to himself”
Marian smiled lazily and reached out her hand to stroke Edward’s head.
“I think he just wants to be loved”
Words: 1,078
Summary: One stormy night...
Spoliers: none :)
Set: future/AU
Disclaimer: The BBC owns everything. Boo :(
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Robin, Marian, OFC's
Another R&M&Babies dedicated to songandsilence. Sorry it's so long in coming ^_^ As always comments=love <3
Children's Ages
Thomas- nearly 5
Kate- 3
Edward- 6 months
Marian didn’t know whether it was the thunder or the cold that woke her.
She was reluctant to move from the relative comfort of the bed, but the lack of blankets (due, she suspected, to an impromptu roll on Robin’s behalf) was making a return to sleep impossible. She groaned inwardly and sat up. Shivering slightly as her feet touched the cool floor, she crept around the bed to Robin’s side to retrieve the blankets from where they lay in a heap on the floor. Marian gathered the bedclothes in her arms and deposited them back on the bed. She smiled fondly down at her husband, who was sleeping soundly, oblivious his wife’s discomforts.
On her way back to her own side of the bed, Marian paused to peer into the cradle at the foot of their bed. She was somewhat relieved to note that Edward was sleeping just as deeply as his father. At six months old, this was a relatively new luxury. She and Robin were beginning to re-discover what it was to sleep the whole night through.
She straightened up and was just about to continue on her way back to the warmth of her bed (and Robin) when a particularly loud roll of thunder perforated the night air. She froze, expecting to hear Edward’s indignant cries at being woken at such an ungodly hour. By some miracle, however the thunder did not wake the babe and he slumbered on. It did however wake somebody else.
“Marian?” came a confused voice from the bed.
“I’m here,” she whispered into the darkness, feeling her way back into bed. Reaching her pillow again she flopped down and pulled the blankets up to her chin, trying to encourage some warmth back into her body.
“You’re freezing!” Robin exclaimed, reaching out and pulling her close. She giggled as he shuddered when she ran her foot up his leg.
It was pitch dark, but Robin didn’t need the ability to see to find his way to her lips. He knew every part of her body intimately, and it was this knowledge that told him that when he let his fingers play along her skin, just below her breasts on her ribs, she would be rendered utterly helpless by his touch. There was the side effect of her squirming and shrieking, but her breathless laughter and her general lack of self-control made it highly worth his while.
He moved his hands to her waist and was just about to begin his onslaught when the door to their bedchamber flew open, banging loudly as it made contact with the wall. They sprang apart. Robin sat bolt upright and turned towards the doorway to see who had created such a disturbance.
“Mother?” came a small voice from the doorway.
“I’m here my darling” Marian replied, sliding out of Robin’s embrace and crossing the room to where Thomas stood, silhouetted against the torchlight “What’s wrong?”
“Kate is scared of the storm, and I can’t get to sleep” he told her earnestly. The boy shivered. His thin pyjamas were offering him little protection from the chilly night air. “And I’m cold” he added.
Marian turned round and flashed Robin a grin before kissing her son’s temple and setting off down the hall to Kate’s room.
She returned a few minutes later carrying her whimpering daughter in her arms. Marian was whispering soft words of comfort into her child’s ear, rocking her as though she were still Edward’s age.
She smiled as she saw Thomas lying, nearly asleep on the bed next to his father. It seemed as though their bed would be a little more crowded than she had expected tonight. Robin raised his head and placed a finger to his lips. He leaned over his son to pull back the bedclothes on her side of the bed as she made her way across the room to gently deposit Kate next to her brother.
She squirmed at the loss of contact, hushed by Marian as got back into bed.
“Goodnight,” she whispered, leaning over to place a kiss on Thomas’ fair head and another on Kate’s forehead. Time passed and gradually she felt Kate’s breathing slow as she fell into a peaceful slumber.
The storm seemed to have passed, well, the thunder and lightening part of it anyway, for now the night air was filled only with the sound of rain falling heavily on the ground. Robin lay awake, listening to his family’s steady breathing, the occasional rustle of bedclothes as they shifted in their sleep. He propped himself up on his elbow and turned to watch his slumbering brood.
Thomas’ head was resting on his own pillow, facing away from his father and towards his little sister. Kate’s dark blonde curls were splayed across Marian’s pillow, the little girl’s body was angled towards her brother and they looked for all the world like two slumbering angels. His gaze moved over his daughter and onto Marian, who he was surprised to see, was staring right back at him.
He winked in greeting and nodded at their children.
“They look so angelic,” he murmured, voicing his earlier thoughts.
“Well they are, when they’re asleep!”
He grinned, though seeing the truth in her words. Though they employed the services of a nursemaid, Marian spent as much time as possible with her children, and caring for three children, all under the age of five, was no easy task.
“Marian?”
“Mm?”
“I’m nearly falling out of bed”
Her unsympathetic snort was cut short by a plaintive wail from the end of the bed. Marian groaned.
“I’ll get him”
Robin slid out of bed, taking care not to disturb Thomas and leaned into Edward’s cradle to extract his youngest son from his bedclothes. The wails stopped immediately. Edward’s large blue eyes snapped open and stared accusingly at his father, his mouth hung open as if in shock. Robin grinned and brushed his son’s unruly raven hair out of his eyes.
“Feeling a bit left out?” he asked the babe, walking round the foot of the bed to sit at Marian’s feet.
“Nearly a whole night” she murmured, pulling herself into a sitting position, “I’m surprised he slept through the storm”
“You know, I swear he wakes us up at this time, just so he can have us all to himself”
Marian smiled lazily and reached out her hand to stroke Edward’s head.
“I think he just wants to be loved”