Intercomm Ficlet: Tunnel of Love (1/3)
Title: Tunnel of Love (Part 1/3)
Author: wastingyourgum
Words: 905
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Little John/Queen Eleanor, Much, Robin
Mentions: Sheriff Vaizey, Will, Legrand
Genre: Fluff, Flirting, Fondling
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: 2x11
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own anything you find familiar.
Notes: For Intercomm. First of a set of three which can be read together or separately. Concept totally ripped off from inspired by omteddy2006. Beta'd by robinfanatic and darkentwisted .
Tunnel of Love (Part 1)
by wastingyourgum
The Queen smiled saucily at him - smiled, at him - as he lowered her gently to the rough earthen floor of the tunnel. Little John could feel the blush starting to spread across his cheeks as he realised he'd just been smothered - and quite deliberately - in the same breasts that had fed both Prince John and King Richard. She had pressed against him on purpose, with the same self-confidence and determination with which she'd pinched his backside only moments previously. John couldn't even remember the last time someone had done that. Come to think of it, had anyone ever done that?
She had already started striding up the dark passageway towards the tiny bright coin of daylight at the far end. John briefly glanced up at Much then hurried to catch up with her. There was no chance he would be able to overtake her in the cramped tunnel. Given what had happened the last time he'd turned his back on her however, that was no great loss in his mind. He would just have to hope the other end was safe and be as close behind her as possible when they broke cover.
The tunnel was carved straight out of the bare earth but the time of year and recent spell of good weather meant it was mercifully dry. The only hazards were the occasional tree root poking through the walls or ceiling and the risk of bumping your head on some of the lower sections. Even the Queen had to duck at some points. John had to shuffle along in an awkward crouch and keep his head well down. He was glad for the sake of his back that the tunnel was not a particularly long one.
He spun round and looked back towards the church as he heard a muffled thump behind him. Someone - probably Much, John thought, scowling - had fallen less than gracefully into the passage entrance.
He quickly turned back to find himself almost touching noses with the Queen who had surreptitiously moved to stand directly in front of him. Other than opening his eyes wide in surprise John had no time to react as she grabbed his face in her hands and pulled his head forward. His lips collided with hers and for one heart-stopping moment she was no longer Queen of half the world and he was no longer a weather-beaten old outlaw; they were simply man and woman... and she was kissing him, really kissing him... and it felt good.
The moment swiftly passed when reality kicked John in the back of the head and reminded him that this particular woman was his Queen. Whatever her reason was for kissing him, it certainly wasn't one that had any kind of future attached to it. The chances were also good that if he displeased her in any way, he - and most likely his friends as well - probably wouldn't have much of a future either.
He froze as he realised his hands had started reaching out for her and he quickly dropped them to his sides again. He opened his eyes as their lips parted and she stepped back.
The Queen smiled again, put one finger on his lips and arched her perfectly formed eyebrows at him in a silent question.
John nodded mutely in understanding. Who on earth would I tell anyway?
She patted the side of his face and winked before smartly turning and marching on up the tunnel. John remained rooted to the spot. When he didn't immediately follow her, she turned and gently beckoned him with her head. John started and quickly caught her up, now more wary than ever of angering her.
As the tunnel widened at its exit, she stood to one side and John cautiously pushed through the dense bushes concealing the entrance. It came out into a small glade. Satisfied they would remain unseen, he stood aside and held back the branches as she passed. He brushed the dry dirt from his hair as he kept a look out for any signs of the Sheriff's men. He found his eyes kept glancing back to her as she dusted down her cloak and gathered it up, preparing for the journey ahead. She was certainly a captivating woman - her mere presence seemed to demand his attention even though she was not directly looking at him.
They both turned back to face the tunnel entrance as Much's arms and head appeared struggling to break through the bushes. John stepped forward and leaned over to help him...
..and she did it again! Bloody woman couldn't keep her hands off him!
"Thanks, John!" Much panted, red-faced, as he finally cleared the tunnel. If he'd noticed the small start John had given as he'd held out his hand, he didn't mention it.
Robin followed closely behind him and glanced from John to the Queen and back again. "Everything alright, John?" he grinned.
"Fine," John growled.
"Your Majesty?" Robin asked.
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time, Robin," she beamed. She stepped forward and took John's arm. "Shall we... Big Bear?"
John ignored the muffled snort of laughter from Robin and they followed his lead out of the glade as Much held the bushes back for Will and Legrand's men.
For John at least, the longest day of the year was certainly starting to feel like it...
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( Part Two here at treatmuchright )
(Part Three here at udontknowdjaq )
Author: wastingyourgum
Words: 905
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Little John/Queen Eleanor, Much, Robin
Mentions: Sheriff Vaizey, Will, Legrand
Genre: Fluff, Flirting, Fondling
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: 2x11
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own anything you find familiar.
Notes: For Intercomm. First of a set of three which can be read together or separately. Concept totally ripped off from inspired by omteddy2006. Beta'd by robinfanatic and darkentwisted .
Tunnel of Love (Part 1)
by wastingyourgum
The Queen smiled saucily at him - smiled, at him - as he lowered her gently to the rough earthen floor of the tunnel. Little John could feel the blush starting to spread across his cheeks as he realised he'd just been smothered - and quite deliberately - in the same breasts that had fed both Prince John and King Richard. She had pressed against him on purpose, with the same self-confidence and determination with which she'd pinched his backside only moments previously. John couldn't even remember the last time someone had done that. Come to think of it, had anyone ever done that?
She had already started striding up the dark passageway towards the tiny bright coin of daylight at the far end. John briefly glanced up at Much then hurried to catch up with her. There was no chance he would be able to overtake her in the cramped tunnel. Given what had happened the last time he'd turned his back on her however, that was no great loss in his mind. He would just have to hope the other end was safe and be as close behind her as possible when they broke cover.
The tunnel was carved straight out of the bare earth but the time of year and recent spell of good weather meant it was mercifully dry. The only hazards were the occasional tree root poking through the walls or ceiling and the risk of bumping your head on some of the lower sections. Even the Queen had to duck at some points. John had to shuffle along in an awkward crouch and keep his head well down. He was glad for the sake of his back that the tunnel was not a particularly long one.
He spun round and looked back towards the church as he heard a muffled thump behind him. Someone - probably Much, John thought, scowling - had fallen less than gracefully into the passage entrance.
He quickly turned back to find himself almost touching noses with the Queen who had surreptitiously moved to stand directly in front of him. Other than opening his eyes wide in surprise John had no time to react as she grabbed his face in her hands and pulled his head forward. His lips collided with hers and for one heart-stopping moment she was no longer Queen of half the world and he was no longer a weather-beaten old outlaw; they were simply man and woman... and she was kissing him, really kissing him... and it felt good.
The moment swiftly passed when reality kicked John in the back of the head and reminded him that this particular woman was his Queen. Whatever her reason was for kissing him, it certainly wasn't one that had any kind of future attached to it. The chances were also good that if he displeased her in any way, he - and most likely his friends as well - probably wouldn't have much of a future either.
He froze as he realised his hands had started reaching out for her and he quickly dropped them to his sides again. He opened his eyes as their lips parted and she stepped back.
The Queen smiled again, put one finger on his lips and arched her perfectly formed eyebrows at him in a silent question.
John nodded mutely in understanding. Who on earth would I tell anyway?
She patted the side of his face and winked before smartly turning and marching on up the tunnel. John remained rooted to the spot. When he didn't immediately follow her, she turned and gently beckoned him with her head. John started and quickly caught her up, now more wary than ever of angering her.
As the tunnel widened at its exit, she stood to one side and John cautiously pushed through the dense bushes concealing the entrance. It came out into a small glade. Satisfied they would remain unseen, he stood aside and held back the branches as she passed. He brushed the dry dirt from his hair as he kept a look out for any signs of the Sheriff's men. He found his eyes kept glancing back to her as she dusted down her cloak and gathered it up, preparing for the journey ahead. She was certainly a captivating woman - her mere presence seemed to demand his attention even though she was not directly looking at him.
They both turned back to face the tunnel entrance as Much's arms and head appeared struggling to break through the bushes. John stepped forward and leaned over to help him...
..and she did it again! Bloody woman couldn't keep her hands off him!
"Thanks, John!" Much panted, red-faced, as he finally cleared the tunnel. If he'd noticed the small start John had given as he'd held out his hand, he didn't mention it.
Robin followed closely behind him and glanced from John to the Queen and back again. "Everything alright, John?" he grinned.
"Fine," John growled.
"Your Majesty?" Robin asked.
"I haven't had this much fun in a long time, Robin," she beamed. She stepped forward and took John's arm. "Shall we... Big Bear?"
John ignored the muffled snort of laughter from Robin and they followed his lead out of the glade as Much held the bushes back for Will and Legrand's men.
For John at least, the longest day of the year was certainly starting to feel like it...
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( Part Two here at treatmuchright )
(Part Three here at udontknowdjaq )