Denial, chapter 7: Forget the World
Title: Denial, Chapter 7: Forget the World
Author: robinfanatic
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Much/Carter
Genre: slash (implied, nothing graphic here)
Words: 1092
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
Summary: Much & Carter prepare to leave the barn where they'd sheltered during the storm.
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic 'Denial'. This story takes place during 2x09, Lardner's Ring, but the location is in France. Beta'd by darkentwisted
Inspired by Snow Patrol, "Chasing Cars": “If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Want to play? Come join us! Check out the Rules and join in the Round-Robin fun!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
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Forget the World
by robinfanatic
Dawn chased the clouds away and streaks of sunlight lit the barn in pale golden yellows. Much woke and smiled to himself as he watched Carter still sleeping peacefully. He swallowed the lump in his throat remembering the passion of the night, making love outside in the rain in that field of lavender. He leaned closer to Carter and breathed in the scent of his lover who still smelled of the purplish plant.
A cock crowed nearby. "Quiet," he whispered, as if the rooster would heed his request. Carter stirred. "You'll wake my lover." Much spooned his body around Carter's and gently planted a kiss on the knight's shoulder. "Shh..." he whispered. "'Tis not time to rise yet. That is just a bright moon tricking us."
"Good," Carter replied. He pulled Much's arm across his body and held it to his chest.
There were a few moments of silence before Much spoke again. "Silly, foolish man you say?" he teased.
"Funny, too," Carter reminded him.
"There was something else you said."
Carter shook his head, his eyes still closed to ward off the brightness of the crisp fall day. They had a long ride ahead and he wanted to savor every memory of the night they'd shared. It was not hard to do with Much's hot bare chest pressed against his back.
Much pursed his lips. "Yes, there was," he insisted.
Carter smiled, feigning ignorance. "Sleep," he said, squeezing Much's hand. "We'll need be on the road far too soon. For now let us forget the world for just a few minutes longer."
"What was it?"
Carter sighed knowing that Much would not stop talking. It was one of the things he found so endearing about this man he loved, something he would not change for all the gold in England. There would be no more sleep this morning. He felt the rise and fall of Much's chest against his back, steady and slow, hot breath against his neck. He pulled Much's hand to his lips and kissed it then turned to look at the former outlaw. But his lover's eyes were closed and Much had drifted back to sleep, his mouth curled into a tiny smile. "Beautiful," Carter said quietly, "I called you beautiful."
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"What took you so long?" Much asked as Carter reappeared in the barn. He tossed his master a chunk of bread from their provisions and took a swig from his flask of mead.
Carter bit into the bread then eyed the dried beef that Much had laid out for breakfast. "Your horse decided to pay a visit to the cows down the lane," he said, dropping to the ground beside his squire. "The farmer's children found it quite amusing to watch me chase down that animal!"
"I told you I would get the horses and saddle them up. It is my job as your squire after all," Much told the knight. He chewed on a piece of the beef and laughed. "That horse does have a mind of its own."
"Then he suits you well!" Carter grinned. "You are both stubborn!"
"I am not--"
Carter cocked his head, studying Much's face.
"Am not," the squire repeated quietly with a mischievousness that brought a bigger grin to Carter's face.
Carter took a few bites of the beef and nodded toward the sunlight streaming into the barn. "We've lost a couple of hours of daylight. We'll not want to tarry in the mornings so much if we plan to get to Marseilles before Christmastide."
"Christmastide? We are only a few days ride from there. We will be in the Holy Land well before Christmastide."
Carter only smiled.
"And what do you mean--tarry?" Much pouted. "First I am stubborn and now I cause us to tarry? I only wanted to let you sleep a little while longer after... after last night... I thought you enjoyed--" He paused, cleared his throat. "Master, if you want a jolly time at night and a squire in the morning, then so be it. But don't complain if the timing is off."
"Much?" Carter's eyes foccused on his lover.
"What?"
"We are alone." He twined his fingers through Much's and swallowed the lump in his throat. "We are lovers, not servant and master."
"You said that last night."
"And I meant it." Carter leaned close and brushed Much's mouth with a kiss. "Thank you for letting us rest a bit longer this morning, but if you call me master one more time--"
"Yes?" Much looked at the knight with those big blues eyes, his lips still warm and wet and tempting.
Carter had to look away for a moment to catch the breath that caught in his throat and still his pounding heart else they might never leave this barn. "I wish you wouldn't look at me like that especially when we should be on the road."
"Like what you see?" Much teased him. Before Carter could reply he broke into laughter then jumped up, grabbing what remained of their breakfast and stuffing it into his food pouch. "We should get moving then! The quicker we get to the Holy Land to tell the King that his brother plots against him, that the people need his help, the sooner we will get back to Sherwood!" He held out his hand to Carter and pulled him up.
"Sherwood, Squire Much?" he chided the former outlaw. He picked up their blanket, tossed it over his shoulder, and followed Much outside where the horses were tethered. "You mean Bonchurch, my lord," he said, "the sooner we get back to Bonchurch!"
Carter leaned on his horse's haunches and watched as Much tied the food pouch and a flask to his saddle. "Much," he asked, as he climbed onto his steed, "will your saddle bag hold this blanket?"
"It should." Much patted the bag and frowned. It was packed tighter than he remembered. He lifted the flap to make room for the cover. "What--" A stem of blue-green foliage floated to the ground. Dozens of others protruded from the top of bag and the familiar scent of lavender was caught on the breeze.
Much turned around, his eyes moist with tears. Carter's face was bathed in sunlight and he held one of the flowers in his hand. The knight leaned down, brushed his hand along Much's jawline then covered his mouth with a kiss that would light the heavens.
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Chapter 8 is this way...that blonde certainly looks familiar
Come to Denial... the place we go to make it all better.
Author: robinfanatic
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Much/Carter
Genre: slash (implied, nothing graphic here)
Words: 1092
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; I just want to play in their universe
Summary: Much & Carter prepare to leave the barn where they'd sheltered during the storm.
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic 'Denial'. This story takes place during 2x09, Lardner's Ring, but the location is in France. Beta'd by darkentwisted
Inspired by Snow Patrol, "Chasing Cars": “If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Want to play? Come join us! Check out the Rules and join in the Round-Robin fun!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
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Forget the World
by robinfanatic
Dawn chased the clouds away and streaks of sunlight lit the barn in pale golden yellows. Much woke and smiled to himself as he watched Carter still sleeping peacefully. He swallowed the lump in his throat remembering the passion of the night, making love outside in the rain in that field of lavender. He leaned closer to Carter and breathed in the scent of his lover who still smelled of the purplish plant.
A cock crowed nearby. "Quiet," he whispered, as if the rooster would heed his request. Carter stirred. "You'll wake my lover." Much spooned his body around Carter's and gently planted a kiss on the knight's shoulder. "Shh..." he whispered. "'Tis not time to rise yet. That is just a bright moon tricking us."
"Good," Carter replied. He pulled Much's arm across his body and held it to his chest.
There were a few moments of silence before Much spoke again. "Silly, foolish man you say?" he teased.
"Funny, too," Carter reminded him.
"There was something else you said."
Carter shook his head, his eyes still closed to ward off the brightness of the crisp fall day. They had a long ride ahead and he wanted to savor every memory of the night they'd shared. It was not hard to do with Much's hot bare chest pressed against his back.
Much pursed his lips. "Yes, there was," he insisted.
Carter smiled, feigning ignorance. "Sleep," he said, squeezing Much's hand. "We'll need be on the road far too soon. For now let us forget the world for just a few minutes longer."
"What was it?"
Carter sighed knowing that Much would not stop talking. It was one of the things he found so endearing about this man he loved, something he would not change for all the gold in England. There would be no more sleep this morning. He felt the rise and fall of Much's chest against his back, steady and slow, hot breath against his neck. He pulled Much's hand to his lips and kissed it then turned to look at the former outlaw. But his lover's eyes were closed and Much had drifted back to sleep, his mouth curled into a tiny smile. "Beautiful," Carter said quietly, "I called you beautiful."
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"What took you so long?" Much asked as Carter reappeared in the barn. He tossed his master a chunk of bread from their provisions and took a swig from his flask of mead.
Carter bit into the bread then eyed the dried beef that Much had laid out for breakfast. "Your horse decided to pay a visit to the cows down the lane," he said, dropping to the ground beside his squire. "The farmer's children found it quite amusing to watch me chase down that animal!"
"I told you I would get the horses and saddle them up. It is my job as your squire after all," Much told the knight. He chewed on a piece of the beef and laughed. "That horse does have a mind of its own."
"Then he suits you well!" Carter grinned. "You are both stubborn!"
"I am not--"
Carter cocked his head, studying Much's face.
"Am not," the squire repeated quietly with a mischievousness that brought a bigger grin to Carter's face.
Carter took a few bites of the beef and nodded toward the sunlight streaming into the barn. "We've lost a couple of hours of daylight. We'll not want to tarry in the mornings so much if we plan to get to Marseilles before Christmastide."
"Christmastide? We are only a few days ride from there. We will be in the Holy Land well before Christmastide."
Carter only smiled.
"And what do you mean--tarry?" Much pouted. "First I am stubborn and now I cause us to tarry? I only wanted to let you sleep a little while longer after... after last night... I thought you enjoyed--" He paused, cleared his throat. "Master, if you want a jolly time at night and a squire in the morning, then so be it. But don't complain if the timing is off."
"Much?" Carter's eyes foccused on his lover.
"What?"
"We are alone." He twined his fingers through Much's and swallowed the lump in his throat. "We are lovers, not servant and master."
"You said that last night."
"And I meant it." Carter leaned close and brushed Much's mouth with a kiss. "Thank you for letting us rest a bit longer this morning, but if you call me master one more time--"
"Yes?" Much looked at the knight with those big blues eyes, his lips still warm and wet and tempting.
Carter had to look away for a moment to catch the breath that caught in his throat and still his pounding heart else they might never leave this barn. "I wish you wouldn't look at me like that especially when we should be on the road."
"Like what you see?" Much teased him. Before Carter could reply he broke into laughter then jumped up, grabbing what remained of their breakfast and stuffing it into his food pouch. "We should get moving then! The quicker we get to the Holy Land to tell the King that his brother plots against him, that the people need his help, the sooner we will get back to Sherwood!" He held out his hand to Carter and pulled him up.
"Sherwood, Squire Much?" he chided the former outlaw. He picked up their blanket, tossed it over his shoulder, and followed Much outside where the horses were tethered. "You mean Bonchurch, my lord," he said, "the sooner we get back to Bonchurch!"
Carter leaned on his horse's haunches and watched as Much tied the food pouch and a flask to his saddle. "Much," he asked, as he climbed onto his steed, "will your saddle bag hold this blanket?"
"It should." Much patted the bag and frowned. It was packed tighter than he remembered. He lifted the flap to make room for the cover. "What--" A stem of blue-green foliage floated to the ground. Dozens of others protruded from the top of bag and the familiar scent of lavender was caught on the breeze.
Much turned around, his eyes moist with tears. Carter's face was bathed in sunlight and he held one of the flowers in his hand. The knight leaned down, brushed his hand along Much's jawline then covered his mouth with a kiss that would light the heavens.
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Chapter 8 is this way...that blonde certainly looks familiar
Come to Denial... the place we go to make it all better.