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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 5, 2009 2:05:55 GMT 1
"And pushy too," he said with a laugh as his mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach as his hands rose to the front of the trousers she was wearing.
He sat back, kneeling over her as his fingers worked to undo the lacing holding them together.
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Post by Much on Aug 5, 2009 15:52:47 GMT 1
A walk was what he needed to clear his head so a walk he took. Things where changing to fast in the camp and he didn’t like it. All this pottering around Marian and Robin had sent him in to a permanent bad mood. What had happened to Much and robin? These days it was Robin Marian and on the off occasion maybe one little ounce of Much. It wasn’t fair!
“Ohh im sorry Much did you say something,” he muttered irritably to himself as she kicked and stumbled his way through the forest. “Much fetch some water, cook the dinner and do every other bloody thing while we play happy families!”
Much continued his muttering as he rounded tree after tree and hitting them clumsily with the side of his hand. He liked Marian his bad mood wasn’t directed at her but he hated being excluded from things. It had always been Much that took care of Robin when he was sick and now Marion had taken over his most important job. Well thank you Marion!
Much had been so deep in his muttering that he had not heard the two voices up ahead until he rounded a corner and came face to face with the very objects of his bad mood.
“Ohh!” Much exclaimed unable to think of anything intelligent to say. His hands shot to his eyes which she had snapped shut and he turned his back on the couple. “ Im not looking I saw nothing. Don’t let me interrupt your…eh… well ill just be going I can see when I am interrupting. Your obviously feeling a lot better Robin…that’s good…”
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 5, 2009 16:02:19 GMT 1
Marian had been far too occupied with what was happening, her eyes watching as he began to unlace her trousers. She was so occupied she had not heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. That was, until she heard a voice. Turning her head quickly, she saw Much, eyes covered, and she could not help but shriek a little. She pushed Robin from her in a bid to grab her shirt, pulling it over her head as fast as she could.
She pushed herself up to sit and look down at her chords, tying them up. Her face was bright red at being found in such a circumstance. She brushed her hair from her face and found she could not look at Much or Robin.
"It's fine Much."
It was far from fine, but she had to say something. She crossed her arms across her chest, almost as if the shirt was not enough to cover her modesty. She knew he said he saw nothing, but she had nothing covering her and Robin was too busy at her trousers for her top half not to be on full display. Oh she could never look him in the face ever again.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 5, 2009 16:17:08 GMT 1
Robin's hands froze when he heard Much's surprised exclamation, but didn't have time to react before Marian was shrieking and shoving him sideways off her. He almost laughed at her, but then thought the better of it. She would undoubtedly not appreciate it.
He turned his attention to Much, who was still facing the other way with his hands over his eyes. "Much..." His tone was half amused exasperation at his actions, half frustration. He had been so close this time.
He fell back onto his pillow with a groan. "Oh yes, a lot better now, thank you," he muttered sarcastically.
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Post by Much on Aug 5, 2009 16:27:45 GMT 1
Much was horrified. Where had this nasty habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time come from? Perhaps he was born with it. Much kept his hands fixed firmly over his eyes covering not only his eyes but his little red cheeks which had yet to return to there usual plumpness. The journey to French and back had taken a lot out of him.
“Ohh I’m sure you are,” Much grumbled rolling his still closed eyes. He could guess what had caused Robins speedy recovery. Marian had obviously cured him in a way Much could never. The thought made him shiver. Perhaps Marion had been right in insisting that she take care of Robin on this occasion.
“Ill just leave then! I can see when im not wanted…” He was being over dramatic but how else was he supposed to keep there attention. " You two just carry on..dont let llittle old me stop you... you know...being a couple and all that... ill just go back to the camp and ohh i dont know cook or somthing of the like."
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 5, 2009 16:38:47 GMT 1
She watched Robin as he fell back and she bit her lip. They were close to being one again, and once again they had been interrupted. Maybe they should have given up a long time ago. Wait until they were on their own then try again.
She brought her eyes back to Much, seeing him still avoid them. Sighing, she checked everything was covered, before speaking again.
"Much, it's fine. You can stop covering your eyes."
She just knew if he did she would not be able to look at him, but she had to let him know it was all right. Even if, in a way, it wasn't.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 5, 2009 16:50:08 GMT 1
Robin sat up, rolling his eyes at Much's theatrics. "Much do not be so ridiculous."
He was not in the mood for Much's complaints. He really was far too sensitive sometimes. It was his own fault for showing up when he had. He ran his hands through his hair, sighing. So much for improving his mood.
He climbed off the bunk, standing to lean against it with his arms crossed. "What are you doing back without the others, anyway?" God, he could strangle him for his bad timing. He and Marian were never going to get a chance to be alone, it seemed.
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Post by Much on Aug 7, 2009 13:17:12 GMT 1
Much slowly lowered his hands from his horrified face but kept his gaze fixed firmly on the ground. This was embarrassing. Why did he get him self in to these situations? If he would just open his ears he could have avoided this whole uncomfortable circumstance but turning and walking the other way.
“The others? Well we handed out the food parcels to Clun, Nettlestone and Locksley but you where not around so we weren’t sure what else to do. Little John and Djaq have gone in to Nottingham…don’t know about the others. Some one said something about a farmers market out side Merton but I don’t really think any ones going to check it out…”
Maybe if he just kept talking the awkward feeling in the air would vanish? It would of coarse not work it never did but it was a nerves habit.
“I was thinking duck for dinner,” he continued eyes still glued to a moss covered rock on the ground.” John and Alan brought one back from Locksley. you like suck dont you Marion? What is it ladys eat? Djaq well is just like us and Anya never really eats much. You dfo like duck dont you?”
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 7, 2009 13:47:12 GMT 1
Marian brought her eyes to Much noticing how embarrassed he really was. Yes, she was embarrassed too, but they were all adults here, they could get by this. She hoped.
"Duck is fine, Much. Do you need any help?"
She knew his answer would be no, even if he wasn't embarrassed by what had just happened. He never did like people helping him in the kitchen. It was his territory.
"And I will eat anything, Much. I'm not incredibly fussy."
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 7, 2009 13:55:02 GMT 1
"Much!" Robin interrupted his continuous talking, knowing if he didn't, his friend would never stop, and right now his pounding head could not take it.
He couldn't help but smile when Marian offered to help Much cook. She was still finding her place in the camp, wanting to contribute.
He rolled his eyes when she said she would eat anything. "Apparently not everything," he muttered under his breath, covering it with a cough behind his hand.
"Duck is fine, Much. I'm not actually feeling all that hungry, but I'm sure Marian will appreciate it," he continued speaking with greater volume.
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Post by Much on Aug 8, 2009 23:13:08 GMT 1
Much didn’t like the tone in Robin’s voice but when did he ever. Much was the camp idiot. He ate to much slept to much talked to much and complained to much and he knew it.
“Duck with a good old bit of seasoning!”
His spirits had dramatically improved by the talk of food and Marion’s interest in helping him. He would have liked a cooking company as well but he had yet to have any luck with Anya or Djaq both turned out to be terrible cooks. Perhaps Marion would be better suited to cooking than they had been or perhaps she was only doing it to please Robin he wasn’t sure.
“Would you like to help me cook or are you just saying that to be nice because I know people do that some times. Like Robin! Some times he agrees with me when he is not even listening to a word I am saying and Will does it to. I personally think its rude bet then we all have our falls”
Much moved, eyes still avoiding both Robin and Marion, over to the little kitchen area. From under the little makeshift counter he produced a crate which held once scared looking duck. One scared looking duck that was about to become dinner.
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 8, 2009 23:36:27 GMT 1
Marian heard Robin mutter that she did not eat everything and she rolled her eyes, sneaking a hand back to push him. She knew what he was hinting at. After all, she could guess what he was hinting at. She blushed at the thought, having only heard of such acts being performed from the whispers of serving maids.
She smiled as Much walked over, then she swallowed when she saw the live duck. Yes she understood she would have to kill an animal before it is ready to eat, but that did not mean she liked the thought.
"Why don't you do all the...preperation, then I'll help with the cooking and seasoning?"
She didn't have the heart to kill anything, even something so vital to her and the rest of the gang not going hungry.
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Post by Robin Hood on Aug 9, 2009 1:30:20 GMT 1
Robin rolled his eyes. "I do not just agree with you, Much. I always listen to you, and as a matter of fact I often disagree with you."
He laughed when Marian pushed him, his expression innocent. "What did I do?" He pushed himself off his bunk, looking more closely at the duck Much produced. It looked more than a little pathetic, sitting there in its crate. As if it knew it was about to become dinner. "Could they spare this, Much? I don't want anyone going hungry because you don't want to feed Marian squirrel."
He smiled at the horrified expression on Marian's face. Even out here in the forest she was still a noble at heart. "Not to worry, my love. He won't feel a thing." Assuming the duck was a he, that is. Robin didn't know, and didn't particularly care.
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Post by Much on Aug 9, 2009 16:38:45 GMT 1
Much studied the duck. Now how was the best way to do this? A quick strangle or a hit on the head? He took a half glance at Marion and settled on a quick hit to the head strangling would take to long and cause too much commotion. Much snorted at Robin’s comment. Now there was a lie and a half! Robin never listened to him or so it seemed any way.
“Would you really like to help Marion or are you just saying that to make me feel better? You see ducks not easy to cook it could take some times and not everyone has the patience for it. People don’t understand that good cooking takes a lot of endurance and practicing…”
He trailed off and turned back to the duck. It seemed a shame to kill it. The poor thing didn’t look as though it had had much of a life to begin with and now it was going to be stolen away to satisfy his hunger.
"Could they spare this, Much? I don't want anyone going hungry because you don't want to feed Marian squirrel."
“It was your old house keeper that gave John it. He said he didn’t want it to end up on Gisborne plate and would rather we had it. Besides its been ages since we had a good meal.”
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Post by Marian Fitzwalter on Aug 9, 2009 16:53:15 GMT 1
"I would like to help just...not to start with."
She could see the two men watching over the duck and could already see what they were thinking. Something told her she would not be eating tonight. Standing up, she took a deep breath, trying to stop the sudden feeling of sickness that had taken over her.
"I'll just be...over there for now."
She pointed to just outside of camp, and started to walk out of camp and towards a tree. Hopefully she could avoid watching or hearing anything. She already couldn't look at the poor animal.
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