WHO: Friar Tuck and Will Scarlet WHEN: Backdated to Tuesday, late night WHERE: The parsonage WHAT: One very worked up Will Scarlet (Smut) and then a more serious chat WARNINGS: Smut! Horny smut!
Tuck strolled back into the parsonage after finishing drinks with Merlin. He was feeling optimistic about the future for the first time in a long time, even if there was a niggling worry in the back of his mind he couldn't quite put his finger on. No matter! He headed into his bedroom, and to his desk where he flicked on the lamp and sat. Opening his notebook, he jotted a few things down, ready to shape them into that week's sermon.
His mind started wandering about a half an hour in, and he considered stopping - or at least taking a break - to have a wank. It would be more productive than his current thought process which was 'God's love, God's love, abs, dick, boobs, fucking'. Stupid beer always made him a little horny. And he'd only had two! He groaned and rubbed at his eyes, and he was about to give up thinking about the God's Love part entirely, focusing entirely on the abs, dick, boobs and fucking part, when he heard the parsonage door open and close.