Intimates
(Otherwise known as Hallwayporn!)
Author: twotruepairing
Rating: T (for some lewd behavior in later chapters)
Why? Because we wrock out loud….

We decided to write this story because we (Midget in High Heels and Matriaya) adore both Robin/Marian and Will/Djaq. We own nothing.

Intimate; 1) very private; closely personal; 2) of, pertaining to, or characteristic of the inmost or essential nature; 3) engaged in or characterized by sexual relations

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"Master!" Much's frantic voice echoed all the way down the canyon to the camp. "There is a caravan coming down the North Road! Master!"

Robin opened one eye, looked over at the rest of his gang, who were all in various states of unconsciousness, then closed it again. It had been three days since any of them had gotten a decent night's sleep. Even when they slept in shifts, it was usually interrupted by various wagons that needed robbing, or problems to be solved. As a result, they were all dead tired.

"Master!" As Much reached the camp, he went directly to Robin and proceeded to shake him rather violently awake. "Did you hear me? There is a…"

Robin swatted away his companion's hand and refused to open his eyes.

"A caravan. I know. I heard you the first five times."

Though he didn't look up, he could picture the eager expectancy on Much's face. Robin hid a smile, and lazily asked, "Can we just let it go? Just this once?"

Much began to sputter. Behind him John let out a little snort of amusement. Djaq simply rolled over and pulled her blanket tighter up to her chin. Will, who was the most awake of any of the horizontal people, turned his head to stare in half-interest at Much for a moment, but quickly returned his attention to the mini masterpiece he was carving into one of the beams above his head.

"I think it is Saracen!" Much sputtered out loudly.

The whole camp was awake in an instant.

Robin quite literally jumped out of his bunk, grabbing his bow while simultaneously slipping into his shoes. Djaq looked the most alert, however. She was the first one up the hill.

"Djaq!" Robin called out. "Wait!"

Much was surprised when she reached the peak and stopped. Clearly, she wasn't happy about halting and she began to pace the ridge line. Her fingers tapped out an impatient rhythm along her bow. Will struggled into his boots, and Much fussed with the strings on his coat.

"Oh hurry up!" Djaq shouted, and everyone ground to a halt. They all stared up at her, wide-eyed and shocked. She'd been short tempered and snappy in the past, but never had she burst out at them like that. She stared them down for a heavy second, then let out a furious scream and stormed down the opposite side, disappearing from sight.

Will stood up and immediately took off after her, his usual look of deep concern embedded into the lines of his face. Robin stared after him for a moment, then slowed his actions and silently gestured the other two to do the same. If anyone could crack the thick shell that surrounded their Saracen companion, it would be Will.

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"Djaq!" Will called out her name as his heavy boots crunched through the leaves that littered the ground. "Djaq…" Clumsily he tripped over a root and nearly stumbled, catching himself at the last minute on a nearby tree. "Would you slow down?"

Djaq finally did, after Will's second plea. When she whipped around to face him, it was clear that annoyance held a heavy grip on her eyes. As Will finally caught up, she immediately turned on her heel and continued her quickened pace.

"You can't just take off like that!" he wheezed out, barely able to keep up with her. When she was in the mood to move, she could outrun even Robin. She refused to answer him, or even look at him really, but kept her eyes straight forward as she plunged further towards the North Road. Only a little further now…

"Djaq." His voice was low this time, a bare whisper that she'd come to learn meant profound concern. He stopped running, leaning against a tree to catch his breath, which exited his lungs in a rasping wheeze. She grew more and more furious with him as the seconds dripped by. She had to get to the road! Had to see who was coming! If it was indeed a Saracen, as Much had exclaimed, then it could be someone she knew! It could be…a friend…or family….

"What's going on?" He looked at her with such intensity, chest heaving, that she wanted so much in that moment to either punch him in the face or kiss him on the mouth. Perhaps even both. Both choices caught her unaware, and but she wouldn't allow herself to process them. Not then, not with so anticipation driving her body forward toward the oncoming caravan.

"It is Saracen, Will." She implored him, "A caravan from my home. I have gone so long without seeing someone from home." Then she added in a sad whisper, "Someone like me."

She feared the words of condolence that would spill from his lips at any moment, his awkward attempts at sympathy. Instead, he stood and stared for a very long moment, and then nodded.

"Right," he said. "Let's go catch that caravan." He whistled to signal the rest of the gang.

She couldn't help but grin as she followed behind him.

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The gang gathered together at the turn in the road, the sight of so many other ambushes before. They were silent and waiting. They could hear the creaking of wagon wheels and the heavy step of horses. Finally it drew into their line of vision.

The caravan was made of dark wood, beautifully made by a skilled carpenter and commissioned by someone of obvious wealth. The horses were beautiful, certainly pure-bred. The flag was definitely a Turk one, but as only Robin, Much, and Djaq had only been there, the others didn't recognize it. It was also unescorted by the Sheriff's guards.

A flash of recognition darted across Djaq's small features, and she drew back slightly. Robin and Will both noticed this.

"What is it, Djaq?" Robin asked.

"Is-haq…" she trailed off, breathlessly. Red tinted her face, she looked as if she might cry. "What is he doing here?"

Little John and Much had already stopped the caravan. Robin made his way down to them.

"Someone you… knew?" Will asked.

Djaq nodded. "He probably will not recognize me." She looked into Will's eyes, he returned her steady gaze. "Let's go."

Down at the road, Robin bowed respectively, yet it tasted slightly of mockery. "Welcome, my Saracen friends, to Sherwood Forest. I am Robin Hood, and these are my men. We mean you know harm, and ask only your purpose and 10 percent of what valuables you carry.

A man, older than Robin, emerged. He was tall, but very thin, with dark hair in waves to his shoulders. Djaq stiffened slightly, and averted her eyes. Will noticed and moved slightly in front of her.

"What is the meaning of this?" the man asked. "Get out of my way."

"I'm afraid you must meet our demands first." Robin motioned to the gang. They took their places around the caravan. Djaq was unable to keep her eyes away from the Saracen man.

He looked around, weighing his options. Then his eyes met hers.

"Safiyah?"

Djaq didn't know what to do. Tears smarted behind her eyes, the rest of the outlaws looked at her, aghast.

"Is-haq. It's Djaq now," she said in English. She knew Robin and Much could speak a little Arabic, but this was hardly a conversation that happened every day.

"But they told me you were dead. They told me everyone was dead." He jumped down disbelief evident in his voice. He followed her lead and spoke in English too.

"Safiyah is dead. I am Djaq now."

He approached her, and gripped her arm. "No Safiyah. You are alive. And though you flout the practices of our religion," his eyes traveled over her bare head and the clothes hugging her body, "you are still promised to me."

"That's where you're wrong, my friend," said Robin, "You see, no one belongs-"

Will cut him off, "She stays here. With us." His eyes sought Djaq's. She flushed, embarrassed by her status as a Muslim woman. One that was also engaged.

Djaq took a deep breath, and said, "This is Is-haq. I was engaged to him once." She wrenched herself free of his grasp. "But no longer."

He laughed, long and low. "Though the sheriff did not provide me soldiers, do you really think I do not have the means to take you if I wanted to?"

Djaq's eyes flashed, "You were expecting to find me here?"

"No, but I have business here. You know I never traveled unarmed. Unless you've forgotten everything about your life. Stupid woman."

Djaq snapped, the rest of the gang right behind her. They immediately drew their weapons, Is-haq called his body guards.

The gang fought and parried, but during the fray Is-haq proved to be too much for Djaq. He overcame her, threw her onto the wagon and called down his men as he left. As he drove past Robin and the others, he tossed a few coins onto the road, calling behind him, "Your payment, Robin Hood!"

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When Djaq regained consciousness, she found herself staring at the dull grey stone of Nottingham castle. Surprisingly, she was warmer than she had been in months, folded beneath sheets of silk and blankets of wool. The air smelled of the spices of her home, and before she realized what was happened, tears stung at the corners of her eyes.

"I'm glad you're awake." A soft female voice spoke in hushed tones somewhere to her right. At the sound of another presence, Djaq sprang into full awareness and shot straight up in bed. Immediately, her head screamed at her for it as pain shot down from where she'd been knocked on the head and seemed to wrap around her spinal chord. As the pain passed, her gaze focused on Marian's beautiful face

"Marian…" Djaq leaned one arm back on the bed and pressed the other against her temple. She was disturbed to find her words came out slightly slurred. "What happened?"

"You are in the castle as Is-haq's personal guest. Do not worry, the Sheriff cannot harm you without fear of offending him," Marian touched her friend's shoulder gently, urging her back onto the pillows once more. Djaq struggled a moment, but succumbed to the throbbing pain in her skull and sank back into the overly fluffy pillows.

"Is-haq…" she murmured out, and the cold reality of the previous happenings crashed down in on her. Is-haq was here. In England. And he recognized her despite her lack of hair and boyish clothes. A spike of dread stabbed her right through the stomach. Marian caught on to her friend's distress.

"Do not worry, Djaq," she attempted a smile. "I am sure Robin and the boys are devising a plan to get you out of here as we speak."

Despite Marian's good intentions, her words did very little to calm the Saracen woman. She briefly shut her eyes and used the moment to take in her surroundings. Her body was now clothed in silk instead of the usual rough garments she wore while traversing the woods. She shuddered to think it was Is-haq who put her in the new garb, but she knew he would never bother himself with such trivial matters. One of the many servants who had remained hidden in the caravan during the fight, who she hadn't seen but probably knew, had changed her.

"I have to get out of here." Djaq murmured, then tried to sit up again. "I have to…"

Again, a wave of pain and nausea smashed into her, slowing her movements. Marian's motherly instincts kicked in again.

"You are in no state to make an escape, you know," she said, brushing back a lock of hair from Djaq's forehead. "I have told Is-haq that you can't receive company right now, so he will not be bothering you, at least not for a day or so. That should give the boys plenty of time to figure something out."

Djaq gave her a grateful smile, then let her eyelids flutter shut as she succumbed to the

sleep that once again beckoned her.

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