Hello readers! This is just a little bit of randomness I thought of in the kitchen yesterday, so I thought I'd write it up and post it. It's not something I put huge amounts of effort into, but it passed the time.

Dedicated to Beth because she's awesome.

Oh, and all characters etc owned by the BBC, yadda yadda yadda...

Much knew he shouldn't have eaten so much. He'd even told himself, in the course of the meal, that he'd regret it later. But how often was it they had a feast like that? With wine, as well…

'HIC!' he involuntarily exclaimed for what felt like the hundredth time.

'Will you stop that?' asked Allan. 'It's getting really annoying.'

'Oh, I apologise if my suffering annoys HIC! you Allan! In case you hadn't noticed, it's HIC! not been that enjoyable for me either! HIC!'

Allan smirked a little. 'What you need mate, is to stop gobbling your food so fast.'

'What I need, HIC! is a good surprise, or a shock. But I really don't HIC! want one, as I could almost guarantee it would be HIC! bad..'

'It doesn't have to be a bad one Much.' Said Robin, who had been leaning against a tree nearby.

'Oh yes it HIC! would. Because it's me, and it's us. HIC! When was the last time we had a good surprise?'

Robin indicated the remains of the meal.

'Yea- bu- well. Aside from that… HIC!'

'In fact…' continued Robin, approaching Much. 'It could be a very good one.'

Much's face crumpled a little in confusion. 'What're you…'

Before Much could finish, Robin was stood right in front of him, and had pressed his lips to his servant's. Poor Much was so startled that it was all his brain could manage to tell him to close his eyes as Robin continued to kiss him, his tongue even being so bold as to brush against Much's lips.

Eventually he pulled away, smirked 'Surprise' and sauntered off, leaving Much to stand stock still and stutter. His mind was buzzing so much it even took him a few minutes to realise he'd stopped hiccupping…

Yep, that's it, sudden ending I know but that's the way it goes. Please review!