Quick Info~

Hello there fellow Fire Emblem Awakening fans! This is my first piece for the FEA fandom, but I've written fanfiction for other fandoms before. I'm not sure if I want to make this a collection of oneshots for various pairings in the game or if I just want this to be a ChromxRobin piece and leave it at that. We shall see. Anyway, this particular piece is the highly overused yet always entertaining bath sequence from Chrom and the MU's supports. This oneshot takes place between the B and A conversations and I couldn't resist writing it since Chrom is seriously such an awkward cutie pie of a Prince. I love him to bits, and I hope you all love this oneshot, too! Also, please tell me if you think I should continue and suggest other pairings you'd like me to write as well! (I'm on Chapter 13 in the game right now so unfortunately I have yet to see any of the 2nd generation kiddos besides Lucina and Kjelle)

Pairing:ChromxRobin

Rated: T

It had been awkward from the second that she stepped out of the bath. At first, she avoided him like he had the plague—purposely thinking up excuses as to why she couldn't show him the new battle strategies or even going as far as getting Frederick or Sully to present them for her. Not that he minded in the slightest. Seeing Sully, fully armored without a hint of Robin's petite, womanly charm, was like a breath of fresh air. And Frederick was not one for adorable braids or full lips or two dimples perfectly carved into his lower back…

Chrom nearly choked on his soup at the thought. His cheeks felt like they were on fire and he leapt up from the rotting log he had been using as a chair for dinner. The rest of the Shepards stared at him with varying expressions of amusement and worry.

"I'll just, err, I'll just go finish this in my tent," Chrom muttered, awkwardly shuffling away while the soup sloshed out of the bowl with every hurried step he took.

"What's gotten into him?" Sully asked, placing her empty bowl on the ground and leaning back on her log satisfactorily.

"He's been looking quite red in the face recently," Virion said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Do you think he's sick?" Lissa asked, watching as Chrom pulled the fabric of the tent back swiftly, disappearing from view.

The others exchanged opinions while Robin remained silent. She knew that their little encounter was the reason that he was acting strange but she sure as hell wasn't going to tell anyone else that.

Groaning, she stood up and brushed the dirt off of her clothes. "I'm going to go talk to him," she said, deciding that she would much rather clear the air—awkward as it may be—than keep her distance from him forever.

The walk to his tent was slow and painful. With every step she took she relived the memory. He was a Prince and her leader but he certainly lacked every ounce of tact and suavity that a ruler ought to have. His cluelessness infuriated her. His wide eyed, red cheeked embarrassment at the sight of her naked body. The way she felt her own skin flush underneath his gaze. The restless night that followed as her stomach flip flopped with the fantasy of him joining her instead of running away. It was all absolutely, positively infuriating.

Robin gripped the fabric on the edge of his quarters tentatively. She took a deep breath, then puffed it out, and waited.

"Chrom?" she called. "Can we talk?"

She heard him curse under his breath and she winced at the sound. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought. She could hear his feet shuffling against the ground, no doubt he was pacing like he often did when he was nervous.

After what seemed like an eternity of trying to decipher what he could possibly be doing, he answered lamely, "Um, yeah, sure."

She had been in his tent countless times to discuss battle strategy but tonight it looked different. He had only lit a few candles, so the tent was filled with a dim yet warm glow. His hair was messy, not from the sweat of combat but from the ware and tear of a long day. She must have been staring at him strangely because he shifted awkwardly after a few moments.

"You wanted to talk?" he asked.

Robin began to pick at the embroidering on her cloak, shifting her gaze from his face to the floor the moment he opened his mouth. "Yes," she said.

"About what?" he asked.

She was frustrated with the situation, yes, but she also realized that she was far more frustrated with herself. She took charge. She planned the battle strategies. She knew each and every move before it was going to happen. And now she felt like she was being thrown into some dark cage, blindly stumbling around to find her footing. That's what it was like with Chrom. That's what it had always been like with him since the first moment they met. Blindly stumbling. Falling. Exhilaration to the highest degree.

She threw her hands in the air and glared at him. "About why you've been avoiding me!" she said, a little bit too loud and a little bit too harsh.

Chrom's eyes widened and she saw the blush begin to color his cheeks and spread to the bridge of his nose. "I… I haven't been avoiding you, per say," he mumbled, looking at the top of the tent, then at the ground—anywhere that wasn't directly at her.

He felt like he could see through her robes again just by staring at her. She was one of the shortest girls he had ever met, maybe only an inch taller than Lissa, but that by no means meant that she lacked feminine physique. Those robes did a good job of hiding how…well endowed…she was and now that Chrom had seen her like that, it was hard for him to go back to picturing the shapeless Tactician he saw before.

"Yes you have," she countered, managing to catch his gaze and then holding it with her own pleading eyes. "Just tell me why. I thought we were beginning to be good friends and then the whole bath thing happened."

Chrom let out a noise of unease. "We are friends, Robin. We're comrades in arms."

Robin nodded. "Yes, but off of the battle field you hardly even look at me."

"I'm sorry," he said lamely, shaking his head.

"No, I'm sorry. I guess I should've tried harder to ease your nerves instead of simply putting it behind us," Robin said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it sympathetically.

Chrom felt like a child. He didn't want Robin thinking that he was some sort of weakling who couldn't handle seeing a woman naked. He was perfectly capable of staring at naked women and keeping it together. Just…not Robin. Because Robin wasn't like other women. She was smart, cunning, good in battle and downright adorable in every way—and he could never tell her that. They were in the middle of a war and the people of Ylisse had no time for his hormones to start controlling his actions. No, he needed to be the strong warrior they all viewed him as.

"I wasn't nervous," he said.

Robin raised an eyebrow, calling his bluff. "So seeing me naked really didn't affect you? Not even a little bit?"

Chrom gulped. "N-nope. Not one bit."

"Most men would've been affected," Robin said, her voice dropping to some sort of low, sultry tone that Chrom never knew she possessed. "You're pretty strong, Prince."

He felt his knees buckle as her fingers ghosted up his arms and her arms loosely draped around his neck. "You…you know me," Chrom said, his voice cracking slightly.

"I'd like to know you better." She stared up at him through half-lidded eyes clouded with a sudden bloom of lust.

Inside, she was freaking out. Inside and outside, he was freaking out. He placed his hands on her waist, knowing all-too-well where this would be going. Maribelle had often chosen him as her "practicing partner" when they were teenagers. Thanks to her, he knew how to kiss women and, thanks to Sumia and Cordelia, he sort of knew how to inadvertently woo women. But he didn't know how to kiss or woo a woman as extraordinary as Robin.

"If you really don't feel anything for me tell me to stop," she said, leaning in slowly.

He didn't say anything; he couldn't say anything. He felt like he was frozen in place. But her lips against his brought him back. She kissed him softly at first, as if she was tentatively trying to make sure everything would be okay. But when she felt him respond by kissing her back, she eagerly continued.

He felt her fingers begin to tangle in his messy hair and he pulled her waist closer to his. Her lips broke out into a small smirk against his when her waist brushed the hardening bulge in his pants, earning a slight moan from him.

"Gods," he panted, in between kisses.

She giggled happily at his reaction as his tongue entered her mouth. She dropped down onto the table, shoving aside maps and the half-eaten bowl of soup. His hands dropped down to either side of her body, his waist hovering between her legs. Chrom nuzzled his face into her neck began to lightly nip at the nape. Robin moaned, louder than she had anticipated, and the sound startled them both back into reality.

"Milord?!"

The closed flap on the tent burst open as Frederick charged inside, sword unsheathed and in hand. Robin removed her hand from its tangled position in Chrom's hair. Chrom took his hands off of her waist and attempted to straighten up. Frederick lowered his sword and awkwardly stared at the pair, a mortified expression mirroring on each of their faces.

"Looks like nobody likes to knock around here," Robin said, eyeing Chrom playfully.

Frederick bowed. "My sincerest apologies, Milord. I thought that she was attacking you."

"An honest mistake," Chrom agreed, eyeing Robin with the same playful expression she had just given him.

Frederick nodded and swiftly left the tent faster than his legs could carry him. Robin burst into a fit of giggles as Chrom stared at the spot where Frederick had been standing mere seconds before.

"Well that was inconvenient," she said.

Chrom felt his face flush as he touched his lips gingerly. "Indeed."

Robin stood up from the desk and placed her hand on Chrom's arm. "Look, it's clear that we have feelings for each other, but I also understand that the people of Ylisse are our first priority. We don't have to rush into anything right now but I don't want it to be awkward between us anymore."

"A noble conclusion, Robin. Although, if I'm being honest, I hope this isn't the last time you decide to come into my tent," Chrom said, smiling at her mischievously.

Robin nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, feeling her own face flush at his forwardness. She made her way to the exit of the tent and then turned around slyly.

"Who knows, maybe I'll walk in on you in the bath for revenge sometime?"

He began to try and splutter some sort of response, but she was gone before he got the chance. Running a hand through his hair, he smiled at the thought and wondered how he didn't notice how much he liked her before.