Kept you waiting, huh? With the new Camilla in the summer banner in Fire Emblem Heroes, I figured that it was about time I added another chapter, and a surprisingly long one to boot. Enjoy!

"Alcohol?" Corrin inquired as he gazed at the large sized bottle on Camilla's side of the table, flanked by two medium sized glasses. "No, I've never indulged in it, not at parties or even at our wedding."

"Welllll..." Camilla trailed on as she began twisting the cap off, eventually resulting in a short 'Pop' sound resounding through their quarters. "There's a first time for everything, isn't there? Besides, you're old enough to have more than a sip, darling."

That fact had been true for a while now. While Corrin had been of legal drinking age for Nohrians for about a year now, he had never imbibed due to a mix of his own lingering hesistance along with the advance through Valla that he had been leading for the last few weeks. Of course, now that he had some downtime, even if it was only for a few days, it was the perfect time for him to have his first glass.

"All right," He laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "You win. I'll try a glass of this wine that you've been saving for this occasion."

With an approving "Hm", Camilla laid the cap on the table and began pouring the wine into each of their glasses, starting with her glass before switching to Corrin's glass, making sure to fill his up only half as much compared to hers, taking into consideration how this was going to be her husband's first time sharing a drink with her like this.

Setting the bottle back on the table, Corrin picked up his glass and gazed down at the red liquid swirling about in it, simmering down slightly by the second. Taking a deep breath, Corrin looked back up at Camilla and raised his glass.

"To…"

Corrin had inadvertently begun to trail off. He knew that cheering to something was a tradition whenever people shared drinks during their downtime, but he couldn't actually think of anything to dedicate this moment to. To hope for success in the coming days? That was something everyone in the army wished for everyday, plus this was their moment together, he didn't want his own wife to think that he had priorities other than her, no matter how much she loved him. Plus-

His thoughts were interrupted by Camilla's soft giggles.

"Come now, sweetie," She said, raising her glass forward with the intention of meeting Corrin's own. "You don't have to go out of your way to stress out over something like this. Whenever I can't think of anything to dedicate a drink to, I always just say 'Cheers!'."

"Right…"

Taking another breath, Corrin held his glass to Camilla's, the two meeting with a surprisingly pleasant 'Cling' sound.

"Then cheers, I suppose."

"Cheers!"

Pulling his glass back toward himself, Corrin realized that he would actually have to drink the beverage he had been holding in his hand for the last minute. Deciding that there was no time like the present, he held his glass up to his mouth and took a sip. Setting his glass back on the table, Corrin sat and waited for the taste to set in to his mouth.

"Well? How do you like it?" Camilla asked, a content smile on her face.

"It's different from juice, to say the least." Corrin admitted. "I'm not really sure how to describe the taste. It really is unlike anything else I've ever drank in my life up to this point."

"But do you like it, though?" Camilla pressed.

"Well," Corrin looked at his glass once more. Despite the glass being half full when he first started, he was surprised to see that he ended up drinking more of it than he thought. Laughing a bit, he replied "Yeah, I can see myself going back for more."

One refill later (Back to the same point where he started, since Corrin was still a bit hesitant about how his body would handle it), the prince could feel himself relaxing as he began a pleasant chat with his wife with the occasional sip of wine. He could definitely see now why sharing drinks like this was such a widespread activity. Eventually, however, Camilla asked him a question that he wasn't expecting.

"Is it alright if I sat on your lap?"

"Huh?" Corrin responded, surprised. Not expecting where this question would lead him after his answer, he replied "Uh, yeah, sure." with the expectation in his mind that Camilla just wanted to lay her head on his lap. Instead, as she came around the table, she ended up settling herself onto her husband's lap perpendicularly, firmly pinning him down onto the chair with no escape.

"Um…" Corrin immediately began to blush, an action that he realized was essentially second nature to him at this point.

"Mmm, so comfy.." Camilla said. "Although I can't help but notice that you may have set your hilt in a cumbersome spot." A cheeky smile was on her face.

Seeing her empty glass on the other end of the table, Corrin decided that his wife had imbibed enough for one night.

"All right, bedtime." Corrin declared, trying his best to squirm out from underneath her. This effort turned out to be in vain, however, as Camilla suddenly wrapped her arms around his head and planted a large kiss on his lips.

"MMPH?!"

"Mm, you taste like alcohol, but I suppose that's to be expected."

He had to come up with an escape plan, or else he was never gonna make it out of this pinch before morning.

"Well, I may be comfy, sure, but aren't I a little, I dunno, small?" The alcohol was starting to affect him too, he realized.

Camilla pouted, an uncharacteristic gesture that Corrin found to be surprisingly adorable.

"Fiiiiine, you win." Standing up from his lap, Camilla plopped down on their bed not too far from the table.

"Now hurry up and get over here," She said, patting the spot next to her invitingly. "Before I drag you here myself."

Deciding that he didn't have much of a choice, Corrin quickly gathered up their glasses and resealed the bottle so as to not upset her. While in the midst of this, he mused to himself over how much of a different person Camilla became when under the influence. While she's always forward about their relationship by default, not to mention how affectionate she can be when he allows her to, Corrin noticed how much more...Selfish? She became when intoxicated like this, as if she couldn't take "No" for an answer.

"Come here, you," Camilla muttered as Corrin climbed into bed next to her. She pulled him in deathly close to her chest, which Corrin could admit wasn't a terrible experience at all, since he still had some breathing room.

"I've been waiting all day for this," She whispered as she buried her nose into his ruffly hair. "I can't help but want to have you close like this."

"Well, sorry to keep you waiting." He muttered back, moving his arms to a more comfortable position around her stomach.

Another giggle. "Don't sweat it. Don't sweat it at...all."

With that, Camilla fell silent, her breathing becoming steady and quiet.

She's out cold from the alcohol, all right. Corrin thought to himself. Despite the events taking an unexpectedly wild turn, he didn't mind it one bit. For his first experience with alcohol, he decided that it was a positive one, one that he would cherish for his entire life.

He would just have to make sure Camilla keeps a better eye on how much she's drinking going forward, he thought to himself as he fell asleep.