Author's Note: Welcome to The Martyr and the Moon, the place where I will post Yuten drabbles to my heart's content. I take prompt requests through private messaging and through my tumblr, zutarasbedsheets.

I really loved writing this first drabble. I hope you like it too!

Yue's eyes blink open slowly, stirred awake by the sudden absence of warmth beside her. Despite the sleep induced haze and the darkness, she can see his sillouette, standing by the window; shafts of moonlight paint his skin.

"Leaving already?"

Lu Ten turns at the sound of her voice; his face is thrown into shadow, and she can't discern his expression. "I have to."

"So you were going to sneak away, in the dead of night, without even a goodbye?"

She watches him take a step closer. "It's easier that way."

"I deserve a goodbye."

He nods. "I know you do."

He heaves a sigh; she watches his hand come up to scratch at the back of his head, and the sheepish gesture is so endearing that Yue extends her arms in a silent plea.

He walks into them, dropping beside her on the bed, his bare skin nestling against hers. Yue's hands gravitate towards his shoulders, while his come to rest against the small of her back; he moves forward, so that their foreheads touch.

"You know I don't want to," he whispers.

"But you have to," she supplies, somewhat sadly.

His shoulders roll in a small, apologetic shrug. "I have a duty."

It's Yue's turn to sigh. "I can understand that."

"I know." One of his hands comes up to her face, his knuckles brushing against the soft skin of her cheek. "You're too good for me."

"I'm not," she says quickly. "I just... I can understand sacrifice. And duty."

He chuckles softly. "Like I said... you're too good for me."

But Yue is not amused. She turns her eyes up to him, and they are as somber as ever. "I deserve a goodbye," she says again.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice ringing with sincerity. "I won't do it again."

She hits his shoulder. "You mean you won't get a chance to do it again, you dunce." Overcome by some emotion she can't explain, she buries her face in his chest. "You're not leaving me, not again."

His hands bury themselves in her hair, pulling her even closer. "I won't... Agni, I won't, I promise."

For a few moments, the only sound in the room is their breathing. Eventually, Yue pulls away from him; and when she lifts her face up to his, her expression is stern.

"Don't you go trying to be a hero or anything," she warns.

"I won't," he quickly assures her.

"Don't give me that." Her eyes narrow. "I know you, Lu Ten, and sometimes you just can't resist being the hero. You have to promise me you won't do that anymore, not this time."

"I won't-"

"Because I need you to come home to me," she continues. "And..."

She places a hand on her stomach, then turns her bright eyes up to Lu Ten. Inexplicably, a smile breaks out on her face. "Our child needs you to come home."

For a moment, there is only silence; then, a shaky laugh escapes him. "What?"

Yue's grin only widens. "You're going to be a father."

Lu Ten stares at her with wide, disbelieving eyes, as though waiting for her to take it back, to claim it's a joke; and when she doesn't, he laughs again, even through the tears that fill his eyes.

Yue answers with a laugh of her own, but then Lu Ten is kissing her; kissing her and kissing her, again and again and again, his lips meshing with hers in a way that is somehow both soft and hungry, somehow betraying gratitude.

"Agni, I love you," he whispers huskily, the words swallowed by her mouth, before his lips move lower. He carves a trail of kisses down her chin, her neck, the valley between her breasts, before he reaches her stomach; and there, he lingers.

Yue is barely aware of the tears that slip down her face; she is overwhelmed by the sight of Lu Ten kissing her stomach repeatedly.

After a few moments, she slides her hands into his hair; he looks up at her, and she crooks her fingers, motioning for him to come to her.

They lay together, Yue's head resting on Lu Ten's chest, one of his hands resting on her back and the other buried in her hair.

"Thank you," she whispers.

"For what?" His hand moves, beginning to stroke her hair.

"For reacting so wonderfully," she says, letting out a nervous chuckle. "I was worried."

"That's silly," he says quietly.

"I know." Yue's heart swells with emotion. "I love you."

He leans down, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I love you too."

"But you have to leave." The words escape her before she can contemplate them, and then it's too late to take them back.

To her surprise, Lu Ten doesn't sigh, or shake his head, or give her a final kiss; there is no gesture of resignation. When she lifts her head to look up at him, he's smiling.

"You know?" he says. "I think I can stay another night."