Friar Tuck Everlasting (friartuck) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-07-23 21:15:00 |
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Who: Friar Tuck and Will Scarlet
What: Smut! I know...SHOCKING.
When: Thursday after his shift at the soup kitchen
Where: The parsonage
Warnings/Notes: Smut! (NM has become very smutty. I approve.)
Considering just how much Tuck had been dreading his first shift at the soup kitchen the day before, it had ended up being a breeze. He had whistled his way through it, cheerfully helping fellow volunteers and patrons alike. He'd started a sing-along in the back when helping with the dishes. And every time Marian gave him a strange look, he winked at her. At the end of their shift he mentioned he had a date, and she had clearly not wanted to know anything else.
He left out the part about rushing home to bone their dear friend.
He did make a stop on the way home, however, because he was committed to trying to take better care of himself and he hadn't had dinner yet. He grabbed some sandwiches and sides at a deli, things that could be consumed cold if need be, because who knew if they were going to eat first or after. Then he made a beeline for home through the humidity and the rain, whistling to himself the entire way, even as he stepped through the door and let himself into the parsonage. "I'm wet!" he called out, and then he burst out laughing. "From the rain!"