AN: This is a proper drabble of 100 words. I'm so proud. Fire Emblem not mine, yadda yadda.
Fidelity
By Jada Flame
The fact that he's not being faithful has never left Canas' mind.
Every time he leans to press a kiss to the inside of Erk's thigh, every time the mage gasps out a short, bitten off oath, every time he can see the shudder run down the other's pale arched back – through all of it, a tiny voice keeps needling his awareness.
It's when the mage's hair falls over his eyes, when the heavy pulling slide of slick flesh on flesh crescendos to a peak, that Canas is almost able to convince himself he's only mistaken Erk for his wife.
AN: This was rather fun to write. Thanks to the anonymous reviewer for "Hierarchy" signing themselves as digitaru (is that your user name? ), as I probably wouldn't have thought about writing more, and thus wouldn't have written this otherwise. Reviews? Flames, to help with making toasted marshmallows? ::begs::
Fidelity
By Jada Flame
The fact that he's not being faithful has never left Canas' mind.
Every time he leans to press a kiss to the inside of Erk's thigh, every time the mage gasps out a short, bitten off oath, every time he can see the shudder run down the other's pale arched back – through all of it, a tiny voice keeps needling his awareness.
It's when the mage's hair falls over his eyes, when the heavy pulling slide of slick flesh on flesh crescendos to a peak, that Canas is almost able to convince himself he's only mistaken Erk for his wife.
AN: This was rather fun to write. Thanks to the anonymous reviewer for "Hierarchy" signing themselves as digitaru (is that your user name? ), as I probably wouldn't have thought about writing more, and thus wouldn't have written this otherwise. Reviews? Flames, to help with making toasted marshmallows? ::begs::