One Moment
Djaq lay in her blankets listening as the cold English rain pelted the trees and stones that made up their outlaw home hide-away. The snores of Alan and Much harmonized against the cave walls. Little John's massive shadow stood watch over the entrance leaning heavily on his staff. He was watching intently for a sign of Will and Robin. Suddenly two sodden men came through the cave opening. Quick and quiet words were exchanged ending with Robin heading back out into the damp woods with Little John, leaving a cold and wet Will behind. Will took up Little John's post sitting on a low boulder. Djaq watched him by the dim fire light. He was shivering being too far from the flames to receive their warmth. His axe lay across his trembling knees, ready to protect their mish-mosh of a family.
Djaq had been struggling with her feelings for Will ever since he had found out her secret. - That day seemed like years ago-. These feelings were not like those she felt for Robin or Alan. Robin was her savior and leader, Alan was…Alan. Will was something so different to her. He was everything a woman could dream of; brave, loyal, skilled, kind and his own kind of handsome.
But she was supposed to be a man. Could she show her true form to him? Well she had once -she smiled- but merely physically, what about her inner most self, the fusion of Djaq and Sofia? She then decided that tonight was as good as any to attempt to show Will more then just Djaq, one of the outlaws. Tonight she would be a woman, if only for him. She rose silently, gathered her blankets and made her way toward Will.
Will started when a bundle of blankets were dropped at his feet. He looked up into the dark eyes of the beautiful Saracen woman who he had just been pondering.
"You will catch your death sitting in those wet clothes all night." She said in a quiet yet strong voice.
"I am English Djaq, I am rarely dry." He responded the small smile on his lips was mirrored on hers.
"I still do not wish to nurse another from their death bed so soon after the last. Come lets get this off you." Djaq gathered her courage, stooped down slightly and gripped the edge of Will's shirt. Before Will could even protest Djaq had the shirt half way up; all he could do was raise his long arms over his head to help. The cold chill of the air hardly has time to settle on his damp skin before Djaq is wrapping him in a warm blanket.
"Thank you" Will whispered sincerely. Djaq smiled and draped the other blanket over her shoulder and sat behind him on the boulder. Will sat stalk-still as he felt Djaq's small arms wrap around his thin waist. The height difference left Djaq head resting between Will's sharp shoulder blades. Will could feel her body heat seeping through the blanket. Her soft feminine body was such a contrast to his hard lean frame. For the first time in many months Will felt safe.
Djaq could fell the stead rise and fall of his breathing. She laid a gentle kiss between his shoulders. The only clue that he had felt it was his large hand coming to rest over hers which were clasped around him. Djaq felt complete. She was not only a warrior and a healer, but she was a woman as well in this moment. She may not be able to show her true self to the world but she could let this one man glimpse her truth.
Just a little idea that popped into my head while watching the show hope you enjoyed it!
love moonfey