Title: Action
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Allan/Will/Djaq
Spoilers: Set after 1x13
Summary: After Allan ignites her imagination Djaq finds it hard to control

"My dear girl," he pressed his lips against her ear and slid his hands from her shoulders to her waist . "Use your imagination..."


And she did. Every minute of every day. Not intentionally, in fact she would be quite pleased if Allah had not blessed her with an imagination at all, but she found that awake and asleep her mind would fashion little scenes in her head. Some involving her and Will, some involving her and Allan, some even involving Allan and Will! But one thing they all had in common, they made Djaq aware that something needed to be done, and soon.

Will's hands were tantilisingly close to her skin and his breath ghoasted across her cheek as she lay on the forest floor. She reached up trying to press her lips against his but he also moved backwards. His hands now stroked again her arms upwards and then downwards lifting the soft downy hair on her arms and then flattening it again. She began to whisper his name 'Wi...' but as she did so another pair of hands reached for the top of her tunic and eased the toggle through the ring that held it together. She never realised that the jerk that a toggle makes as it is undone could summon up such fire deep in her belly. 'Allan...' she moaned...

"Yes!" came a cheeky voice from above her, a long way above her. "Here at your service madam!" Djaq, rather rudely awakened from her fantasies by the man who was just about to ravish her, groaned and rolled over. She could tell even without opening her eyes that Allan would have a cheeky half-grin on his face and would not stop pestering her until she revealed all the details of her dream. However what Djaq did not realise was that Allan was not alone.

"Djaq!" Will's voice shocked her and she sat up suddenly pieces of leaf litter clinging to her dark hair and her tunic rumpled. She scrambled to her feet and brushed herself down.

"Um...where is everyone?" She looked about the glade, lit by early morning sunshine which illuminated the fact that this clearing was beautiful, perpetually autumnal and...empty. Allan chose to ignore her question.

"What were you dreaming about?" His mouth was twisted in the half grin and one eyebrow was raised.

"Um...er...Much's dinner last night..." she tailed off lamely.

"As much as I hate to swear in front of a lady, that is a lot of bollocks!" Djaq was worried that he was going to say something like that, after all who would be squirming and moaning Allan's name while draming about roast pheasant.

"Would you like us to guess? What you were dreaming about I mean..." Will stuttered a little and shuffled his feet. Allan stepped back and gave the younger man a look that quite clearly said 'go on my son' at which Will stepped forward, held Djaq's head in his hands, just as Allan had taught him and placed his mouth against hers. She opened her lips and began to kiss his lips, first his upper lip and then the lower lip. He groaned and deepened the kiss but, just as the kiss was becoming something very passionate, Djaq's renegade imagination flashed up an image of Allan, standing just to her right, watching the pretty play before him and, reluctantly she pulled away. Allan was not where she had imagined, he was slowly walking away up the hill.

"Allan..." Will called, holding his hand out towards him. Allan turned, frowned and then made his way back to them, the familiar half-smile lighting up his face. When he was in reach, Will grabbed him and pulled him into a warm embrace, followed almost instantly by a passionate kiss. Djaq could feel a half smile crawling across her face now. After a while Allan pulled back and from under heavy lidded eyes looked up at Will.

"William Scarlett, I would like to clarify that I am not wanting you to stop, at all, but I am curious..what exactly are you doing?" Will looked down at his two friends nestled together in his arms and then bent his head and gave each of them a soft kiss.

"I'm feeling better."