Mad Archer - One Shots

Deliver the Message - Part 6

Getting inside, the first thing Robin did was taking her bow off her shoulder to place it next to the door, farther away from the fire so the leather coating wouldn't shrink while drying. The heavy leather coat followed as she hung it close to the door, too, scrunching her nose at its smell.

Weirdest scent of this world? Wet leather.

Drying her face with a sleeve she turned around to Alice who just dropped her bodice vest to the floor. It fell with a wet thud. Her white blouse left little to the imagination and Robin jerked her head away with a gasp when her eyes traced the contours of rosy peaks staining against the fabric.

Robin swallowed. Hard.

Heat trickled through her veins and pooled below her stomach.

It was just her luck to turn around at that particular moment. She would never be able to cauterize this image or banish it from her mind.

Fortunately, Alice seemed to have missed her reaction. While Robin tried to chase away the image she told her to make herself comfortable.

Robin was almost certain she might never be comfortable again as she stood rooted to the ground, her face heated and heart thundering in her chest. Further thumps followed resounding through the hut, procuring further images of Alice undressing inside her mind and making the harsh whistles and pounding of the rain resemble a whisper.

Clearing her throat, she tried to concentrate on something – anything else.

And so she discarded her doublet giving her tunic a chance to dry as well.

Dry, like everything around here should be and most definitely everyone.

Sucking in a deep breath Robin opted for rekindling the fire.

Bowing in front of the fireplace, she picked up a few logs from the basket and put them onto the starving flames. Her tunic clung to the skin of her back but other than that she felt too warm, too uncomfortable and way too vulnerable without her doublet and coat.

"What will I ever do without you?" Alice's voice came from behind her.

Shifting around on her toes Robin looked up at Alice, who walked over with a blanket wound around her figure, smiling gratefully down at her. "I don't know. Maybe you would turn into a walking Popsicle while dragging a stupid cart around during a storm."

"A what?" Alice snorted while sitting down on the carpet, rearranging the blanket draped over her shoulder, freeing her arms.

"A Popsicle... It's an ice lolly," Robin let herself fall back on the ground, next to Alice who still looked totally confused. "Ice cream on a stick?"

"Your world has the most strangest things."

Robin chuckled, "Says the one who's been to Wonderland and other places." She nudged Alice playfully in the side, only to frown when she graced an awfully cold piece of her skin. "My god, Alice! You're freaking freezing!"

"Perhaps I am ice riding a stick," the other commented with a guilty smile.

"Come here," Robin said waving Alice towards her, only thinking about the other girl's well being at the moment, scolding herself a little for having forgotten Alice's state.

Alice scooted closer and Robin moved to sit behind her, placing a leg on each side of Alice and wrapping her arms around the cold girl to help her warm up.

Alice leaned her back against Robin with a sigh. She shivered and her eyes fluttered close, making Robin notice how she has cleared her face from the smeared eye shadow completely, as she looked over the shoulder of the bright blonde.