Robin Hood Drabbles: Wool, Earth

[kat_lair]

More birthday drabbles for moth2fic who has decided that she doesn’t actually need to watch Robin Hood to enjoy the fic. I keep telling her about Guy’s bondage gear, but alas, she is adamant.

Titles = moth2fic's prompts.

Robin Hood (new BBC adaptation) – Much/Robin – G

Wool

Robin wriggles under the blankets, trying to keep as quiet as possible. The air is thick with sleep, the smell of smoke and tonight’s dinner sill lingering.

Much is lying on his side, the strong curve of his spine facing Robin. He’s still awake, Robin knows, waiting for him but unwilling to admit it.

Lately, every word out of Robin’s mouth only tears them further apart. He reaches across the empty space, tries to say it all without saying anything.

They fall asleep like that, Robin’s hand flat against Much’s back, fingers tangled in the soft loops of his jumper.

Robin Hood (new BBC adaptation) – Much/Robin – R

Earth

Much’s mouth is full of dirt, wet leaves clinging to his face. Underneath them, the ground is cold and hard, the sweet rot of autumn sliding over bare skin like worms.

The weight at his back is familiar, hands pulling at his clothes, new bruises already forming on top of the old ones, a roadmap of hurt and love and salvation. Much gasps, the sob turning into a helpless moan, his breath sinking into the damp forest floor. 

Behind him, Robin makes a sharp, bitten-off sound that could be please or I’m sorry or nothing at all, just wordless need.