Author: itsapandax (a.k.a vultures)
Fandom: BBC's Robin Hood
Title: Sinners
Rated: T
Spoilers: None, really. Set early on in S2.
Characters: Marian, Robin, Edward.
Summary: Touch never lies.
Disclaimer: Oh, I wish.
A/N: The bunny bit me.
There is a gasp as they meet, hands fumbling for hands in the darkness. Fingers lace together, gripping so hard that it hurts but they daren't let go, daren't lose contact. Breaths come hot and heavy, warming skin and cold bones as hands trace the shapes of familiar faces.
"You're alive."
Voices whisper, muffled against skin.
"And you."
The night air is cold, but there is warmth to be found in each other.
"I was scared-"
"Said you were dead-"
"Captured-"
"Hanged-"
And suddenly hands are gripping at clothes, frantic and desperate and just a little bit possessive, and they're both spattered with mud and blood or worse, utterly exhausted, but for a few moments nothing matters but this.
Because this is their confirmation, hot and real proof that the other is still alive, because otherwise they might still doubt. Messages can be faked and eyes can play tricks but touch, touch never lies. And neither does this. It is love and it is need, with all shields and falsehoods stripped away to all that matters; the two of them, together.
Afterwards he will return back to camp, to his men and decisions that will decide whether they live or die. And she, she will find her horse where it has been tethered back near the road, mount up and ride away.
When she sneaks back into her room at the castle her father sits there, judgement in his eyes because he knows where she has been. There is no doubt, with leaves in the folds of her cloak and a look in her eyes that is alive for the first time in weeks.
"It is sinful," he tells her, voice low but still strong.
And she shakes her head, knows all of the things that it is - hot and cold and rushed and desperate, but most of all just right, and she says "No. Never that."
