The day had been a long one, with the sun beating on all their shoulders before Chrom finally called out to set up camp... which was really quite for the best as Lucina had a lot to contemplate. With eyes that betrayed her mental distractions, she watched as the small army her father had created brought everything together. Robin, the Lord noted, was busy chatting with Chrom and Frederick about what could possibly be anything, and Lucina felt a dull ache in her chest.
It had to be tonight.
Continuing into her now erect tent, the young woman attempted her best at collecting her thoughts. As of late Robin seemed nigh intent on (staring) never leaving her side. The two worked together marvelously, but she could feel the looks from the tactician. They were not only unsettling, but had begun to cause that damned pang in her chest.
With her heart beating madly, Lucina began her evening routine in an attempt to keep her mind off of the inevitable. She was sure of it, Robin was the woman who had killed her father. Nobody else made sense! As the warrior continued to remind herself of this fact, of the sole purpose of her being here, undesired images of Robin (She's so gorgeous...) fluttered in and out of her mind causing her to throw the whetstone in hand with (frustrated desire) disgust.
It had to be tonight.
All of this was becoming unbearable. Even the possibility of being in love with Robin caused her a tumultuous feeling that made her ill. Not only was it sick to love the person who killed her father in cold blood, but worse to love another woman. Or was it? Lucina was well aware of the things Sumia had spoken of, of past experiences and moments and sideways glances... but it made no sense! Heart now clamoring, Lucina stood with Falchion in hand.
It had to be tonight.
"Oh! Lucina! I had hoped you'd be here. Do you have a moment to speak?" A (sultry) venomous voice called to her from her door. Head snapping to attention, a small gasp escaped her lips as blue eyes scanned the (beautiful) intimidating figure at her door. The other person was clearly thrown off by Lucina's silent gaze as her cream eyebrows rose. "Because... if you're available then I'd like to do so. Now?" A twinge of impatience flashed through grey eyes that caused Lucina to bolt up. "Oh! Yes, of course. I apologize. I was just... distracted."
It had to be tonight.
Dutifully, the younger woman followed her tactician only growing more (excited) concerned at how far off they were travelling once an hour had passed. Fingers now twitching on Falchion's hilt, Lucina was about to speak when Robin surprised her once more with a swift about face and a strong hand grasping her shoulder. On impulse, a short shrk announced Falchion leaving its scabbard before Robin's other hand met hers.
It had to be tonight...!
Robin's chest was heaving and her were eyes darting madly at everything other than Lucina's own. At this turn of events, the warrior found herself (excited) absolutely terrified, unsure of how to handle this strange mood emanating from the woman now holding her tightly. Robin shook her lightly, and through gritted teeth exclaimed, "You continue to sit there in silence and yet you drive me crazy! Do you have any idea what you do to me?" The older woman's voice came out in a pained hiss putting the Exalt on edge, "It isn't enough to just be near you but I..." she spat in frustration, and her grip on Lucina seemed to somehow tighten even more. "Why can't this be easy?"
It had to be...
Lucina's breath was hitched in her throat, unable to figure out to react or how to feel about this. Was this a confession? A threat? The fingers that felt as if they were inching for her throat seemed to scream that this was an attack, but something was causing her body to feel an inner fire she had never felt before. To defend herself, if possible, would be a sound option however it was at this point she was unsure if she could even do that (I wouldn't want to). Her mouth opened and shut, the words refusing to come. Robin took a rough step closer, her hand joining Lucina's on Falchion's hilt and then darting to her lower back and forcefully snaring the younger woman closer.
It had to...
Robin's breath was hot on Lucina's neck as teeth scraped against skin. Pleading whimpers escaped from the older woman's throat as fingers groped and kneaded where they desired skin. Air popped as lips departed skin, Robin's fingers now claws into Lucina's armor. "Why can't I have you? Every possible scenario I have attempted to strategise my way through... I have wallowed helplessly in my mind for the right tactic to win this 'battle' and yet you continue to elude me." The tactician's breath was haggard now, as she ripped her gaze from the younger woman's throat to face her. "Let me take you, and make you mine."
It couldn't be tonight.
The warrior was hot and struggling to breathe. Her pulse was rapid and clothes felt too tight, yet not tight enough. This... was this what she wanted? What she expected? Millions of thoughts pounded through her mind. Her instincts were screaming no, and yet her body and heart yearning yes. The ordeal was scary, but exciting, and it bewildered the Exalt until she noticed one thing amiss.
Tears.
Her tactician had voiced the thoughts she was too afraid to speak. Had acted on actions she was too weak to enact. Lucina knew, then, that this is what she had desired. The heat of her body, the touch of her skin, the slickness of the cold evening air. For months her thoughts had battled amongst one another... until mere moments ago. A shaky indrawn breath she was unaware she was holding forcefully exhaled, as she began to nod. "Yes, Robin."
"Yes."