Heatwave
-When the weather is hot in Ylisse, clothes are just in the way. Robin finds herself half naked with her blue haired fiancée staring at her- not that Chrom expected to find her like that in the first place. (Contains Smut) M for mature-
Summer was in full swing in the capital of Ylisstol, and it was beginning to take its toll on the Shepards prized Tactician, who as of this moment was lent against her desk, sweat pouring down her face, trying her best to focus on the latest batch of skirmish plans and missives in front of her.
She sighed, wiping her forehead for the fifth time in a minute, silently cursing the weather, and cursing whoever it was that didn't warn her that it would be this bad. Naga, why didn't Lissa, or even Chrom warn her, she would have procured some summer attire more fitting, instead of her trademark purple coat, which although was practical for battle, was ill fitting this weather.
Finally having enough, she tore the coat off of her body, revealing the beige camisole and miniskirt underneath. She was barefooted, thankful she didn't have to deal with her thick boots aswell.
Her attention waining, and unable to concerntrate anymore, Robin made her way across her office, flopping down on the sofa, her hand falling to her face. Damn this heat, it made her tired and grouchy. For the first time since Chrom found her she found herself longing for snow, something she found she hated just as much. Sitting up she ran a hand through her hair, that fell loose around her face instead of pulled up into her signiture plaits and ponytail, sighing once more and resigning herself to her misery.
"Hey...Robin, I..."Chrom entered the room as he usually did, without any warning. This time however he paused, taking in his Tactician fiancee's appearance, his eyes widening with what he saw.
Robin was sat on the sofa underneath the only window in the room, her usual cumbersome coat missing from her shoulders, her beige camisole top and miniskirt on display. One strap of her top had fallen down, exposing a pale shoulder. Her hair was loose and flowing in brown curls down her back. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide as she noticed his entrance. Chrom gulped as a bead of sweat trickled down her neck, rolling between the gap between her breasts.
"C-Chrom..." Robin, noticing his wandering eyes, wrapped her arms around herself, feeling more exposed the longer he looked. She gulped. "What are you doing here?" She stood and made to move behind her desk.
Chrom lunged at her, his lips crashing into hers, their bodies falling backwards till they hit the bookshelf along the back wall. Robin yelped in surprise, her finacee's hands grabbing her waist, pulling her closer as his kiss threatened to expire her there and then.
His lips left her mouth, only for him to latch onto her neck, his tounge lapping up the line of sweat still on her skin, before biting down on her collarbone, a moan escaping Robin's mouth at his actions.
"Chrom...wait," she mumbled, pulling at his blue hair to bring his head back up to face her. His eyes were hooded and dark when they met her brown ones, full of lust. His lips were swollen, and she was pretty sure hers were too. "W...we can't..." she trailed off when his finger pressed against her lips. He smiled.
"Robin... I know we decided to wait," he gulped again. "Wait till we were married... but..." he laughed, "I never expected to find you like... well like this." His lips were on hers again before she could protest, her hands pulled above her head as he pinned them there. His growing arousal prominent against her stomach.
Robin chuckled as his lips graced her collarbone, shaking her head incredulally. "Honestly Chrom," she shuddered as hit bit gently again, "we get married next week...you really can't wait?"
"Nope," was his reply, his hands releasing hers to move to her camisole, which was discarded over her head in one movement, exposing her breasts to the air, illiciting a groan from the prince when he realised she wore no breastband. "Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes transfixed by the sight, causing a blush to erupt on Robin's cheeks.
"Stop it Chrom..." she nudged him away from her, hiding her face in embarrassment. "It's embarrasssing... I'm nothing special." An indignant scoff from Chrom forced her to look at him. He was perched on the edge of the desk, looking at her with a frown and look of disbelief. He shook his head.
"I wish you would see yourself as I do," he moved in front of her again, taking her hands in his, lifting them and kissing the backs of them. "I wish you could see how beautiful you are," a kiss to her forehead, "how smart and talented you are," a kiss graced her cheeks, "and how much I love you, more with each passing day if thats even possible." He kissed her lips, and Robin's insecurities fell away as if his kiss had magical properties. She fell into him, feeling him brace them on the desk, her arms going around his neck, a warmth building in her lower stomach, her need for him growing.
Chrom wrapped a hand around her back, cupping her ass as he lifted her off the ground, moving away from the desk in an impressive show of strength. Robin wrapped her legs around his waist as they crashed into the bookcase again. She hissed at the contact of the wood on her bare skin, but was surprised to find the pain was arousing all the same. She always thought having amnesia was a curse, but in this moment she was glad she couldn't recall anyone else who may have manhandled her, in a sexy way of course, the way Chrom was now.
She busied herself unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, thankful he wasn't wearing all of his armour, sliding it off of him, where it fell to the floor beside her own clothing. Chrom meanwhile was tracing the smooth planes of her skin across her hips and down into the waistband of her skirt, teasing touches that set her skin aflame. She broke the kiss and leant forward, biting the lobe of his ear, a moan escaping his lips that made her smile, pleased with herself.
"If you want to do this, hurry up," she whispered in his ear. "It not kind to tease you know."
Chrom flashed his winning smile. "My dear, I would never tease you."
"Wrong, you tease me all the time," she mumbled against his shoulder, biting it playfully.
"Only because its so easy," Chrom looped his thumb in her skirts waistband and this time he pulled, it sliding down her ass with easy. After a bit of work, he got it off and threw it across the room, landing somewhere neither of them care about right now.
A new found confidence course through Robin, as she dropped her feet to the floor, and pushed Chrom away from her. He raised an eyebrow in question, but she mearly smirked.
"Pants off," she commanded, kneeling down to help him to unbuckle them, before sliding them down, revealing his underwear, a definite bulge present. Curious Robin traced the tip with her finger, revelling in the noise, a half growl, half sight that exited Chrom's mouth. She did the motion a few more times, before a hand reached down to stop her. She glanced up, meeting Chrom's colbat eyes with her own. He was staring down at her crouched in front of him wearing nothing but lacy underwear, his eyes full of lust. He pulled her off the ground, a heated kiss meeting her as she stood.
"One sec," she mumbled against his mouth, walking around him and too the door of the office, clicking the lock in place in one motion.
"Good idea," Chrom hummed.
"I'm full of them," Robin walked over to the sofa and sat down, stretching her legs out along it, motioning to Chrom in a way she hoped was sexy, for him to join her.
He didn't need any further encouragement.
He pounced on her like a man possessed, his the bulge of his still underwear covered erection pressing against her already moist panties, eliciting a moan from her mouth. There wasn't much space on the couch so Chrom only hoped that he wasn't crushing Robin, but by the sounds coming out of her mouth she wasnt in pain. His hands slid down her side, towards her bottoms, a finger dipping below the waistband, down the damp hairs that lay underneath, towards the sensitive nub that was already quivering in anticipation. He touched it, experimenting with a slow swirl, Robin gasping, her head falling back, her whole body shaking in pleasure. Satified with himself, Chrom continued the ministrations, enjoying the sight of Robin squirming beneath him.
"Oh Naga," she gasped between moans. "Chrom, Oh god, don't stop."
Chrom chuckled, leaning down towards her ear.
"Whatever you want... my queen" he whispered seductively, nipping her neck. Robin, through a combination of his word, the movements his fingers made, and the biting on her neck, came loudly, his name on her lips, as she shuddered, her head lolling to one side, coating his fingers in her juices. As Robin came down from her euphoria, Chrom, curious, brought his coated fingers to his lips, licking them clean. He moaned, the sweet taste of her like a drug, addictive, and he found himself wanting more of her.
"That was... amazing," Robin's pupil were blown out in her eyes, and Chrom had never been more in love with her than he was now, almost completely naked, hair messy, breasts jiggling with the rise and fall of her breathing, completely raw and undone before him.
"I'm glad," Chrom kissed her gently, looping fingers around her underwear and pulling them down, before removing his own, his erection pressing against her warm and soaked entrance.
"Wait Chrom!" Robin pushed him back a fraction, her eyes wide and scared. Chrom frowned, instantly worried.
"What is it? Did I hurt you."
"It's not you, its me," Robin explained. "I don't have memories before I met you, as you know. But now I'm with you, now were here together about to do this, I worry. I mean, what if I'm not..." She trailed off embarrassed.
"What if what?" Chrom encouraged.
"What if your not the only person I've been with," she mumbled. "I want so much for you to be my first... but I just don't know, and I don't want you to be disapointed in me..."
"That's silly Robin," Chrom shook his head. "I love you, and I don't care eitherway. So what if your not, I wont ever look at you different. You are Robin, the love of my life, the other half to my whole, my future queen, my greatest treasure." He kissed her nose.
"Oh Chrom..." Robin's eyes filled with tears.
"I love you," he repeated.
"I love you too," she returned. "And I'm ready now."
Chrom looked down at his future wife, who smiled and nodded at his hesitance. "This will hurt, if you are... you know, that is."
"I know, it's OK, I trust you."
Given approval to continue, Chrom reached down, grabbing his member and lining it to her entrance properly. Gently he pushed through her entrance, gasping at the tightness and warmth. He sheathed himself fully, feeling resistance half way in. Robin's eyes pricked with tears as her hymen was peirced, yet she couldn't help but feel releif. Chrom, the man she loved, was her first, just like she had wished.
She hissed in pain, and Chrom instantly paused, cluing in to what had happened. He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing a stray tear away.
"I don't know how to make it not hurt."
"It's OK, this is a good thing. Just give me a minute and I'll be fine."
After a few minutes Robin nodded for him to continue. Chrom began a gentle rhythm, gripping her hips and lifting her ass so he could get a better hold. She held his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his back as he began to pick up the pace slightly, moaning softly as the previous pain was gone in the blink of an eye. Chrom, no longer able to hold back, quickened the pace further, Robin's moans a sign he was doing things right.
"Gods Robin...you f-feel so good." he ground out between thrusts. His breathing was rapid, and the obscene sound of their bodies coming together in wet squelches only made him more and more incoherent, his own release climbing ever higher. Robin was moaning beneath him, eyes closed as she bit her lip to avoid screaming, the pleasure building towards another blinding orgasm.
"C-chrom... I'm.. gonna," she moaned another moment later, and Chrom felt her walls clench around his throbbing erection, as Robin came again, unable to control the moan of lust that escaped her lips. Chrom felt himself coming undone just at the sight below him.
"M-me too," he moaned, capturing her lips as he came, hard, his vision whiting out, an animalistic growl in his chest, as his seed painted her insides with his cum.
He fell atop her, all of his strength leaving him. They lay there, panting, covered in sweat, yet happier than they could have ever imagined. After a few minutes Chrom pulled himself out of her, and rolled them, so Robin was now on top of them.
"That was amazing," Robin spoke first.
"Your amazing," Chrom countered, enjoying the flush on Robin's cheeks at his complement. Robin averted her gaze, instead tracing the pattern of the Brand Of the Exalt on Chrom's right shoulder. "I can't wait till were married, till we get to start our life together."
"Me either Chrom," Robin smiled at him warmly, her pale eyes alight with happiness. She climbed off of him, leaving him naked on the sofa, to go gather her clothes, strewn all across the office, her skirt eventually found by the door. She she dressed she looked over her shoulder, finding Chrom still naked and unmoved. "Chrom," she chastised. "As much as I enjoy the view, you should probably get dressed, people will start to wonder where you are."
"Ugh, Frederick is going to be mad," Chrom covered his eyes with his arm. "I told him I was only dropping in to see you for a while."
"And I promised Lissa I'd meet her, Marribelle and Sumia to discuss the final touches for the wedding, so I'm getting an earful too." She threw his shirt to him, and he sighed before sitting up and pulling it on, catching his pants when they followed suit. Once they were both dressed Robin unlocked the door and turned to Chrom who was pouting.
"The minute I step outside that door I'm going to be pulled in every direction again," he muttered. "Can't we just stay in here a bit longer?"
"Nope," Robin chuckled. "Honestly Chrom, what did you expect. Your going to be Exalt. Of course everyone wants your attention."
"Yours is the only attention I want," he grumbled. She kissed his lips once, his hands on her waist.
"Soon we will be married and you can have my attention as much as you like, future husband."
"Have I told you how much I cant wait?"
"Once or twice," she teased. She opened the door. "Now go, We have jobs to do or we're both in for it."
He sighed. "Your right of course," he brushed her cheek. "I just miss you thats all."
"I miss you too, but our duty comes first, remember?"
"How could I forget, you remind me all the time."
"Someone has too," she moved around him and out of the door. "But if you really miss me, maybe I can find time in my busy schedual to fit you in tonight... if your game." Before he could answer she head off down the hallway and out of sight.
That cheeky minx, Chrom thought as he shook his head, setting off down the same hallway, yet turning the opposite way Robin had.
"Milord," Fredericks voice hit him instantly, the brown haired knight jogging towards him. "I have been looking for you everywhere. We have a strategy meeting to go to."
"Right of course," Chrom groaned, running his hands through his hair. Frederick was giving him a puzzled look however and Chrom wondered why.
"Milord," Frederick's voice was deadpan as he spoke his next word carefully. "Is there any reason your shirt is buttoned in that fashion?"
"Huh?" Chrom looked down. His shirt was buttoned all wrong, some of the button holes missed entirely, and his collar was upturned. "Oh..."
"Honestly Milord," Frederick began to berate him, warning him about tardiness at the strategy meetings, and how it wasn't acceptable.
"Uhuh," Chrom began to walk, fixing his shirt as he did, Frederick keeping pace with him, continuing his lecture on appearances.
But Chrom wasn't listening, not really, instead his thoughts were solely on his Fianc'ee, and on the wonderful life they would have together.
Authors note- This piece is set between the two years of peace, just before Chrom and Robin marry. Part of me always imagined Chrom being the impatient one when it came to intimacy, and all it would take was finding Robin the way he did for whatever restraint he had to crumble, not that he had a lot to begin with.