Author's Note: Woops! Totally forgot about the no MA content guideline for this site when adding this chapter in. I totally blame my lack of reading of the rules and too much reading of explicit stuff on this site. *winkwink* Thanks for bringing this to my attention MayMurdock! I'll be crossposting this story to AO3 in all its lemony goodness so that this story can stay on here for those who aren't fans of reading about sexy times. The smut takes place at the end of this chapter. The link will be in Chapter 1 and right after this sentence.

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He looked at his watch and stared at it till he couldn't see an afterimage. It was 8, which means that he had been drinking for three hours. He had to get home lest he gets sick. Herald offered to walk with him but Gerome felt like he wanted to be alone. Saying his goodbyes he stumbled out of the pub. At first he thought the short distance between the pub and the mayor's house was convenient, now he wished it were longer. There was no way he was going to be able to sober up by the time he got home. With the spare keys in hand he struggled to unlock the entrance. What an embarrassment he was.

It was quiet in the house, save for a light in the dining room. He hoped she wasn't waiting for him but who else would stay up for him. Stumbling into the dining room he caught Lucina unawares. She must've been in deep thought if she didn't notice him and his inebriated state. Well it didn't take her too long too notice him after he had almost tripped and broke his neck. Luckily she still had her warrior reflexes and caught him before anything bad happened.

"Gerome! Are you okay?"

Damn him for making her worry. Some husband he was.

"Sorry…"

Lucina sat him down before he toppled anything over and woke up the old couple. Luckily she had enough sense to give him a cup of water, she learned the dangers of having a hangover after Severa and the other girls dragged her to a pub before her wedding night. She regarded Gerome closely, she's never seen her husband this drunk before. Actually he didn't like to drink that much.

"How much did you drink?"

Gerome knew she was angry with him, why else would she be scrunching her eyes at him like that.

"… Maybe a bottle and a half."

"Between all of you guys? How many guys were you even drinking with?"

"That's the amount I drank by myself and there were 4 others including Herald."

He needed to tell her just the facts, she didn't need to know how much a fool he made himself to be. She sighed. He couldn't help but be disappointed in himself for letting her see his sorry state.

"Come on, let me help you to our room."

Supporting Gerome's weight Lucina, he would've fell down the stairs if she didn't, they stumbled to their room. Both of them sighed with relief when they both toppled onto the bed; one was too drunk to stand and the other was relieved to be rid of the burden of a living sack of flour. Lucina corrected herself, Gerome weighed like 5 sacks of flour.

She sniffed. He must've drunk a lot or else he wouldn't have smelt like the liquor he drank. No matter how much she loved him she was not going to spend the night smelling alcohol.

"Hey Gerome?"

She heard an incoherent grunt. Damn. He was out of it. She was totally exasperated with her husband, but she figured she should give him a break. He was normally so uptight about everything to the point where he would refuse even her pampering. Plus, babying her husband might give her practice when she would have to take care of little ones.

"Gerome help me take off your clothes, you need to take a shower lest you want to pass out."

Another noncommittal grunt. He must be a lazy drunk, she mused. Lucina guessed that she would have to do everything for him. She started with his shirt, unbuttoning his collar and gently unwrapping his favorite cravat to not disturb him. Oddly the cravat didn't smell like alcohol, but instead had his signature musky scent, except stronger. The smell calmed her, it reminded him that he was close and alive, it reminded her of the times when they spent the night hugging each other close, not wanting to let go in fear of the other one leaving them.

She felt her husband shift a little and reminded herself of the task at hand. She should take care of her husband before daydreaming about their intimate times together. She couldn't blame herself however; she wanted to remain decent and respectful since she was in another's home.

Resuming her task of undressing her husband, Lucina completely unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the floor to pick it up later. She started undoing his belt, his eyes were closed and it seemed like he would be as much help with his pants as he was with his shirt. It took awhile to take his belt from under him without trying to wake him; she was honestly surprised that he hadn't woken up as she did it. The hard part was his pants. As she was undoing the buttons on his pants his hand suddenly grabbed hers.

"Gerome!"

She was utterly surprised. What caught her attention the most were his eyes. They were heavy lidded but there was something in them that she hadn't seen since that fateful night they spent together when they thought that they were about to die. They looked hungry. Almost predatory. If she weren't aware she wouldn't notice him settling her hand on his member, over the tight fabric of his pants. He sat up then, causing Lucina to notice how compromising their position was. She had to straddle him to properly take off his clothes, so now that he was sitting up their faces were so close that she could feel his breath.

His eyes never left hers when he started to kiss her. It was sloppy at first, almost desperate. But he never kept his eyes off of hers. She reciprocated. It had been so long since they had done this. She smiled as she deepened their kiss.