Note: Welcome to my sin bin! =w= Confession: I am in my 30s and have never written smut before in my life. So this fic is my, "immersion therapy." I'm incapable of writing porn without fluff, though, so bring your feels.

Also, the title is based on Odin's flower gift line in Fates:

"You're back! Let's imagine these flowers bloom only in paradise-here with you."

FF.N specific note: This story should probably be rated MA, tbh. I'm submitting it for now, but if I get asked to take it down, you can still find it over on AO3.

Here in Paradise With You

A Fire Emblem Fates Story

Prologue

Aching Heart, Trembling Hands

Owain couldn't help but grin when he caught Corrin staring yet again at the engagement ring on her hand. The look of joy on her face was so incredibly cute that it made his heart leap every time. To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure his heart had slowed below a rapturous pace since they had left the mountains to return back to camp. He had been so nervous on the way there that he had babbled the entire trip, though as usual, Corrin didn't seem to mind. The proposal had been successful, though, and she had even returned his gesture with a ring for him as well. His left hand was in Corrin's right, but he could still feel the metal brushing against his fingers, and it made his heart take another jump.

When the gates of camp came into view, Corrin turned to him. "What time is it now?" she asked.

Owain retrieved his pocket watch and glanced at it. "Quarter past eleven," he said, stowing the watch. "Still too early to head to the mess hall, I guess."

Corrin hummed in agreement. "I guess we have some time to kill until our big announcement, then," she said, biting the inside of her lip.

"Nervous?" he asked, giving her a knowing glance. Corrin hid it pretty well, but he knew social things like this made her anxious; she hated being the center of attention, which was unfortunate for her, given her role as leader of the army. He suspected it was a side-effect of her isolation growing up, and for that reason, he had had no issue hiding their relationship for so long.

"Maybe a little," Corrin admitted, swallowing, her mouth an apprehensive line. "My siblings in Nohr always made a big deal about my birthday, so I can only imagine how they're going to react to my getting married. And I'll have Ryoma and the others, as well."

"Not to mention Silas, Felicia, and everyone else in the camp," said Owain. "I just have Laslow and Selena to harass me."

"Don't forget Jakob may try to kill you," Corrin said with a grin.

"I was avoiding that thought, but thank-you," Owain said, his expression deadpan.

Corrin burst into a fit of laughter, and Owain couldn't help but join in. They entered the camp hand-in-hand, waving at the guards as they passed. As they made their way back to the barracks, they greeted others along the way, sparing no more than a few pleasantries. Once they ascended the ramp and entered the hallway in the treehouse, they were alone again.

"Was there something you wanted to do before lunch?" he asked. "I was debating on getting a headstart on moving in, but I feel like I've dominated the decision-making for us today."

"I'm just looking forward to getting off my feet," Corrin said with a sigh. "We've been walking almost non-stop all morning."

"I told you to wear shoes," Owain said in a sing-song tone, a wide grin on his face.

Corrin smirked at him as she dug in her satchel for her room key. "I doubt shoes would've made much of a difference," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.

They approached her bedroom door, and Owain released her hand so she could unlock it. "That's true, I suppose," he agreed.

Corrin put the key in the door, biting her lip, and her heart drummed a bit faster as she tumbled the lock. He was saying something else, but she had momentarily tuned him out, her mind buzzing with one tantalizing thought. Honestly, she'd been thinking about it the whole way home, and now that they had the time and the privacy, she knew it was the perfect moment to strike.

"Still, I've a mind to take you on more adventures, so a proper pair of boots might be a good ide—a!"

Corrin grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into the room, cutting off his thought, and the slam of his body as she pinned him, her mouth slotting over his, closed the door for them. Happily, he reciprocated to her advance, his arms circling her waist as she pressed into him, her hands clinging at his hair. As the kiss grew more heated, Corrin coaxing his tongue to meet hers, she ran a hand down his face and to the back of his neck, gripping him in place. Suddenly, she broke away, panting only for a moment before trailing kisses down his face and chin, until she moved his shirt collar aside to expose his left shoulder, which she gently bit into. Owain let out a gasp that fizzled into a pitiful moan as she nibbled and sucked at his skin. After a minute or two, she pulled away, satisfied with the mark's shade of purple.

She looked up at him, and the desperate, yearning look in his eyes made her own desire intensify. They kissed again, slow pecks that met briefly and then broke apart for a hungry stare, over and over again, until he put both hands on her face and pulled her in, parting her lips to invade her with his tongue. Her hand glided down his chest, and then her fingers dipped underneath his tunic and slid back up again, and he couldn't control the moan that escaped him as her fingers slipped up his abdominals, grazed his nipple, stroked along his collarbone, and then back down again in a teasing, tortuous circle.

Gods, this was happening. Owain struggled to find a complete thought, but each swish of her tongue against his banished them as they formed. He needed to get this under control, before this—oh gods, the nipple again—ended up going too far. However, when he attempted to pry her off of his face, she resisted him with more force than he thought her capable, and the surprised groan in his throat was unstoppable. So he gave up for a while, because the kiss felt so incredible, because her hands on his—seven hells, why did he like the nipple touches so much—body made his palms itchy, desperate to touch her back, because the soft moans Corrin was making in return were so unbearably arousing that he could already feel his erection starting to build. When one of the sweeps of her hand slid down to the button on his trousers, his heart did a swan dive into his stomach. His hand flew to her wrist, gripping it tightly, which made her finally pull away to look at him.

"Uh, hi," said Owain, still holding her wrist. "Can we talk a second?"

The primal zeal in her eyes dissipated, replaced by startled concern. "Is something wrong?" she asked, tilting her head, her eyebrows anxious.

Swallowing, he shook his head, guilt stabbing him for the worried expression on her face. "No, uh, it's just...well…" His face had already been flushed from the activity, but it darkened now, his ears ringing from the upsurge of blood to his head. Taking a steadying breath, he clenched his jaw. "I-If this keeps up, we're going to end up...uh…"

"Is that a problem?" Corrin asked, frowning at him, an apprehensive tone in her voice.

"I, well, no, but it's...I mean...I-Is it not a problem for you?" He blinked at her, genuinely stunned speechless.

Sighing with a grin, Corrin leaned in and pecked his cheek. "Owain, I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if I didn't want to have sex with you," she said, petting his face.

Just hearing that word in her voice made his heart seize. This was real, this was happening, and it was really okay. "I...of course, I know that, I was just...making sure?" said Owain, the uncertainty plainly obvious in his voice.

Corrin dropped her hand to his shoulder, freeing her other from his grip to hold the opposite side. "To be honest, I actually thought we were going to the other night, after your nightmare, but…" She paused, biting her lip. "Well, it was for the best we didn't, anyway...Sorry," she blurted when she noticed his face fell at the memory, "I didn't mean to...ugh." She buried her face in his neck with a groan.

"It's okay, really," Owain said, pulling her face back with both hands. His thumb stroked her cheek, and he smiled. "So...You're sure? About now, I mean?"

Biting her lip, Corrin blushed and smiled at him. "Yes, I'm sure," she said.

Emboldened by her consent, Owain leaned in to kiss her, his thumbs brushing slowly against her cheeks. Pulling away, he grinned. "All right, then. First things first."

To her surprise, Owain put his hands on her shoulders to gently move her aside, then he turned and paced over to the bookshelf. Blinking, Corrin followed him. "What are you doing?"

"You probably haven't noticed, but I've been slowly moving my collection of tomes onto your shelves," he said as his fingers traced over the spines. He grinned. "I told myself it was for convenience, but really, I was just making an excuse to move in."

Corrin put a hand on her hip and chuckled. "How sneaky of you," she said with a teasing grin.

"Ah, here it is," said Owain, selecting a book from the lineup. Turning to her, he opened the book and thumbed through the pages, a serious frown on his face.

"Here what is?" Corrin said, completely lost.

"Hold still," he said as he found the right page.

She didn't get to ask why, because he started muttering words she couldn't understand, and the hand he extended at her started to glow. His spellcasting finished quickly, and Corrin felt a cold rush cascade down her body from her head to her toes. Blinking, she looked at him, her mouth a blank line. "Owain...what did you just do?"

"I cast a hex on you," he said casually, closing the book with one hand and returning it to the shelf.

"...You what?" Corrin said in a neutral tone, too stunned to know what emotion to feel.

"Specifically, a hex that prevents any life from growing inside your body," he explained, rubbing at his neck.

Her jaw slackened. "You mean...it prevents me from…?"

He nodded at her, his frown uncomfortable. "I figured that was something we should discuss later with cooler heads, so when I came across this spell in my reading, I made a mental note to keep it on hand."

"How long does it last?" she asked, looking down at her body, wondering if the spell left any visible sign.

"A week, give or take a day," Owain said, scratching his head. He straightened and affected a more typical tone. "Actually, this hex was originally created to curse opposing nations so they couldn't bear heirs, but nowadays it's mostly used as birth control—"

"Owain," she said, grabbing his wrist.

"Yes, Corrin?"

"I really don't care about that right now," she said, pulling him toward the bed.

Swallowing, Owain nodded. "O-Of course."

Corrin fell back on the bed and scooted toward the headboard, her hands pulling him behind her. She all but dragged him into a liplock, and Owain settled himself on top of her as she leaned them back against the pillows. Encircling his neck with her arms, her legs came up on either side of him, and she hooked an ankle around his thigh, trapping him. This amused him—he wasn't going to run, after all—so to reward her earnesty, he grazed his hand down the curve of her body, grinning against her lips as she lost her breath to a moan. His hand trailed downward until his fingers gripped behind her thigh, and he positioned them both more properly. He could already feel his pants growing more uncomfortable, the bulge of his erection pressing against her body, and gods, did she enjoy that, judging by the sounds she made. For so long, he had purposely kept his hips away from her when their making out inevitably made him aroused, so allowing himself to fully relax into her was so exhilarating, so freeing. Corrin spread her legs slightly to give him more room, and he pushed against her again, both of them vocalizing.

Neither of them knew which one of them started it. Maybe it was Corrin, rocking up into him every time she shifted, or maybe it was Owain, rubbing his bulge across her just to hear her moan, but regardless, they were soon moving in tandem, Owain gripping her thighs to keep himself in place. The kissing ceased, save for small spurts of eager affection, replaced instead by the sound of their heavy breathing and thready, rhythmic groans. Corrin leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her lips parted and her eyebrows drawn up. He couldn't help but stare at the expression; she looked so into it, so turned on and sensual and absolutely gorgeous, and it made him want to give her more, to make that expression permanent. Lifting her hips a bit, he rolled into her with more fervor, the friction driving them both wild. Corrin looked up at him through lidded eyes, and holy Naga alive, it made her aroused expression a thousand times sexier.

"Owain...please…" she said, her voice high and desperate, and she tugged feebly at his pants.

He stopped for a moment, considering her. His hand raised to pet her face, and she turned into it, nipping his palm. Smiling, he leaned down and pecked her forehead. "I know, I want to, as well," he said, giving her an extra, slow roll of his hips, which made her gasp. "But...if I'm being completely honest, I know I'm not going to last very long, and that isn't fair to you."

"That's all right," Corrin said, shaking her head. Even having him inside her for a short trip would still feel incredible, and she needed it, so much that she was practically pulsing with anticipation.

"No it isn't," said Owain, pressing his forehead against hers. "I want this to be just as enjoyable for you, you know. So I thought that...well…" He paused, swallowing to find more courage. "I thought that even though I don't really have any idea of what to do, maybe you could...help me? To help you?" He blushed and buried his face in her shoulder, groaning. "I'm not sure if that makes sense…"

Corrin chuckled, her heart swelling with affection. "You're so adorable," she said, smooching the side of his head.

"I feel really dumb for having to ask," he grumbled into her shoulder.

Giggling, she peppered his head with kisses until he finally sat up to meet her again, his face scarlet. Kissing her seemed to calm his nerves, because slowly, he brought a hand up to mesh his fingers into her hair, his body relaxing against her. Once they were both feeling a bit braver, she rolled them both to the side and sat up to remove her leggings, smiling when he made a nervous remark. Tossing her clothing on the floor, she lay back again and drew him into a steadying kiss, partly for him, partly for herself. Gently, Corrin took his hand, withdrawing to look him in the eye. "Long, firm strokes, going up," she instructed, imitating the motion on the back of his hand. She kissed him again to hide her embarrassment, her cheeks burning against his. After a moment, she shifted on her back, Owain rolling into her on his side, and she guided his hand downward to her lap.

If he was at all uncertain of her enjoyment up to this point, he forgot all about it when his fingers brushed the damp fabric of her smallclothes. He shuddered, his cock twitching appreciatively at the discovery. Buoyed by this and the pressure of her lips against his, he did as she had advised, his fingers gliding along the moist cloth, over the outlines of her nethers. A soft moan against his lips told him he was doing something right, so he released her to smooch down her chin while he kept his rhythm going. Owain had never seen a woman this intimately in his life, let alone touched one, but for some reason, he didn't feel as nervous as he thought he would. Maybe it was because Corrin was making sounds he had never heard before, or how her legs kept squirming, or how her breathing grew rapider and shallower with each swipe of his fingers. Seeing her so obviously enjoying his touch made his heart pound faster, filling his chest with love and longing. The urgent need to please her consumed him, and maybe that was why he didn't hesitate to ask her for more.

"Would you like me to…?" he said, trailing off as his thumb dipped just slightly under her waistband.

"Oh gods, Owain, yes, please," she begged.

Chuckling in his throat, he grinned as he scooted upward and took her into his arms. Pecking the side of her forehead, he whispered, "Far be it from me to disappoint my goddess," as he slid his fingers into her undergarments.

The excitement he felt at the wetness of the outside of her clothing paled in comparison to the leap his heart made over the inside. Her slick, sticky heat, the feel of the folds of her labia, the brush of her hair against his palm...all of it shattered any hesitation left in him. Experimentally, he slipped a finger inside her, just to the second bend, and Corrin reacted almost violently, her back arching and breath hitching. With a grin, he smooched her forehead and retook his previous pace, making sure to dip inside her with each pass. Her moans grew deeper, and she pleaded and whispered his name, all while he gently cradled her against him, his fingers working furiously inside her underwear. One pass slid high into her crease, and his fingertip brushed against what felt like a small nub. Corrin gasped and leaned into him, swearing into a moan.

Huh. So that's where that is.

Corrin bit back another whimper as his hand kneaded intensely in her lap. He was a bit clumsy, and he lost her clit more than a few times, but the overall sensation of his fingers pressing inside her, sliding up and over the nub and back down in rapid succession was worth any stumbling on his part. Watching how his hand worked against the fabric was its own ecstasy, as well, and she lolled her head against him and whispered his name again. As the wet noises of his handiwork grew louder, she felt the familiar tingle in her feet, the boiling in her abdomen growing more intense.

"Ah...Owain...don't stop…" she panted, her toes curling as the sensation rose. He obeyed, and her pleasure built in waves, higher and higher, until finally she hit the apex and tipped over the edge. Arching her hips upward into his hand, her head went back as her climax took her, Owain graciously not slowing a whit as she cried out in rhythmic gasps, the crash of each descending surge rippling throughout her body. Pleasure turned into slight pain as she came off the high, and she gripped his wrist to stop him, her breath trembling as she struggled to regain herself. He withdrew his hand and kissed her forehead again, a hot compress against the sheen of sweat on her face.

"Good?" he asked, an almost imperceptible amount of anxiety in his voice.

Corrin turned to him, and with an inhale, she pounced him, her lips smothering his with a hard pressure. Pulling away, she looked him in the eye, and with a hungry edge, she demanded, "Strip. Now."

Owain didn't have time to respond, because Corrin rucked his shirt up to his chin with such force that he couldn't resist a laugh. Assuring her he could undress himself, he fumbled with the button on his trousers as Corrin flung her dress over her head, and within seconds, they were both laid bare. He hardly had a moment to appreciate the sight of her naked body before she pulled him on top of her. Her fingers wrapped around his dick, causing him to yelp, but she silenced him with her lips and gently stroked her fingers along his length as she positioned her hips beneath him. With her other hand, she pressed against the small of his back, pushing him downward.

It took a bit of trial and error to get him inside her. They were both nervous and excited, and each failed attempt was met with a loving giggle as they brushed their lips together and tried again. Eventually, Corrin pressed the head of his cock inside, and they both sighed a little at the sensation. She raised up to meet him as he slowly pushed downward, and after a few repetitions, he was fully inside. And gods, what a feeling that was. They both basked in the moment, breathing heavily, the feeling of being physically connected washing over them.

Corrin put a hand on each of his shoulders, smiling up at him with lidded eyes, and he bent to kiss her with the first roll of his hips. Gradually, they found a good rhythm, Owain framing her hips with his hands as he thrust into her. The fit was snug but not at all unpleasant, and it came with a host of sensations that neither of them had ever experienced in their own personal exploration. Her warm, slick tightness all around him was foreign but maddeningly wonderful, and the friction of each thrust pushed him further and further into euphoria. Corrin's breathy, sporadic moans, the wet slap of their bodies, the sweat misting on his brow—it was all just too much.

Owain stopped sharply and bent into her, exhaling slowly in an almost whistling way. Wrapping his arms around her back, he squeezed her.

"You okay?" Corrin asked, petting the back of his head.

"Not ready to stop, but, as predicted, my body has other plans," he huffed in her ear.

Corrin giggled and nudged him so he would look her in the eye. "Owain, I'm your wife—it's not like we can't do this again. Maybe later today, even," she added with a wink.

Owain let out a combination chuckle and exhale. Snuggling back beside her ear, he squeezed her again and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He was right, of course. No sooner had they started moving again, he could feel the rumblings. He groaned softly in her ear, leaning his head against hers as her hand gripped his hair. Corrin grinded into him in time, and she felt so godsdamn amazing, each ridge and bump of her insides sliding along his cock, driving him upward, until finally, with a grunt, he came, his mind fuzzing in a haze of pleasure as he spasmed against her. Corrin clung to him, whispering loving encouragement as her hips rocked them through his release.

With a stuttering exhale, Owain collapsed on her, showering kisses on any bit of her face he could find before finally claiming her lips. He brushed his tongue against her mouth, humming in satisfaction when she let him in and swirled hers against his. They lay in silence for a while, planting sloppy kisses on each other, before Owain shifted off her with a groan and snuggled into her shoulder on his side.

Unintentionally, they sighed in unison, and they both glanced at each other before a laugh overtook them. Rolling, Corrin cuddled into him, and he welcomed her into his arms. They lay quietly together, enjoying the skin contact, Owain lazily tracing his fingers up and down her side and occasionally smooching her forehead. She looked up at him, smiling, and he beamed back at her before tilting her chin up to kiss her.

A thought occurred to him, and he chuckled as they broke apart. "You certainly found a way to kill time," he said, raising an eyebrow with a devilish smirk.

Corrin lost herself in a laugh, pressing her forehead against his as it overtook her to tears. "I-Is that a complaint?" she said, still shaking.

"No no," said Owain in a casual tone, "by all means, we can kill time like this any time you wish."

She grinned at him. "Likewise, any time you wish," she said, petting his face. "Killing time with you is fun." They kissed again, Corrin's hand weaving into his hair, and when they pulled apart, she sighed. "Though it does have one downside."

"Oh?" he asked, frowning quizzically at her.

"Between this and all the walking, I really want to take a nap," she whined, leaning her head into the pillows.

Owain laughed this time, long and loud, and Corrin's lips curled at the sound. "We could always skip lunch," he suggested.

"No, I'd rather get the fanfare over with," Corrin sighed. "Besides," she added with a shy smile, "I'm actually kind of excited to announce you're my husband."

Owain grinned and tangled his fingers in her hair before pressing his forehead against hers. "A title I am honored to bear," he said. "You've proven once again how unworthy I am to keep you by my side."

Corrin raised an eyebrow at him. "The sex was that good, huh?"

A hand snaked along her ribs, and she yelped and squirmed as he tickled her mercilessly until she removed a pillow from beneath her head and socked him with it, both of them laughing. "C-Come on, we need to get dressed," she said, sitting up.

His eyes followed her movement, and he grinned. "But I was hoping to bask in your disrobed loveliness a while longer." He got his pants thrown in his face for the comment, and he laughed again.

"Bask later, I'm starving," Corrin said, already pulling her underwear on her body.

The announcement of their engagement was met with as much enthusiasm as she expected. Ryoma and Xander insisted on co-presiding a small ceremony right there in the mess hall, and they would not concede to her vehement refusal. Congratulations poured in from every side, and a feast for the evening was proposed. No one would listen to Corrin's insistence that none of this was necessary, so she sighed and let it happen, comforted only by the reassuring squeeze Odin gave her hand. They spent the remainder of the day moving things from his room to hers, though in the end, his clothing remained there; she needed to make more room in her dresser to accommodate him, or else they needed to move his dresser entirely, which they both decided they were just too exhausted to do. Selena came by to observe the move, leaning in the doorway of the room and chatting merrily with Corrin. When Odin sarcastically remarked that she should help out, she told him not to talk to his, "big sister," that way, and Corrin lost herself in a fit of giggles.

When dinnertime arrived, Selena and Laslow insisted they all share a table, Laslow commenting that he needed to share embarrassing childhood stories with his new, "sister-in-law." This quickly devolved into a squabble as Odin countered with his own anecdotes about Laslow, Corrin grinning the entire time over her husband's, "family." Dinner itself was far grander than their typical meals, and Camilla insisted they dip into the alcohol stores to celebrate. She, of course, heaped affection on both of them, as did the rest of her siblings in their own way. By the end of the night, Corrin wasn't sure if it was the wine or all the well-wishing that made her feel so much warmth in her chest.

As she and Owain climbed in bed together that night, tangling into each other like always, Corrin sighed contentedly. "Today has honestly been the best day of my life," she said, nuzzling her nose against his.

Owain hummed and pecked her lips, his wine-blushed cheeks hot against hers. "I'm glad to hear it, beloved. I feel the same."

With another blissful sigh, Corrin snuggled into him. The exhaustion of the day and Owain's warm body against hers made her drift off with ease.

Bonus Ending:

"Everyone understands their role, correct?" Xander said, glancing around the table. The mess hall was empty save for their small group, seated around a large circular table: Xander, Camilla, Selena, Laslow, Niles, Leo, Hinoka, and Ryoma. Everyone nodded, so he continued. "It's of the utmost importance that none of you draw suspicion. If Corrin catches wind of our plan, she'll violently protest."

"The poor dear is such a workhorse," Camilla said, sighing with a hand on her cheek. "Convincing her to take a vacation is borderline impossible."

Hinoka nodded in agreement. "I'll say. She's more stubborn than a wild pegasus."

"Which is why the plan needs to be executed swiftly and silently," said Ryoma, nodding.

"Odin's an obnoxiously early riser, so you'll have to go first thing in the morning if you want to catch him off guard," Leo said, turning to Laslow and Niles.

Niles grinned, folding his arms. "Disturbing a pair of newlyweds that early might result in an eyeful, milord."

Leo's palm met his face as the rest of the table reacted in various forms of embarrassment to the comment, save for Camilla, who giggled, and Selena, who rolled her eyes.

Laslow sighed, his elbow on the table and his face in his hand. "It's not like I haven't seen more of Odin than I'd like, anyway," he said, grimacing.

"And Lady Camilla, Lady Hinoka, and I will be there to handle Lady Corrin," Selena said, folding her arms.

Xander nodded. "All right, then. If there are no further questions, you're all dismissed."