Gangrel makes an offer that Robin could refuse and honestly wouldn't mind if she did, but it would be nice of she agreed.
Perhaps it was because Gangrel lacked the decency that most of the Shepherds possessed, but he found that Robin was strangely comfortable talking with him about certain things. Things that were not discussed in polite conversation. Things that were discussed using euphemisms and innuendos.
One day, while he was paying her a visit in her tent, Robin confessed that she and Chrom had once been involved. Romantically, but not sexually.
There was no way that Gangrel could pass up hearing that story.
"Chrom and I did very little during the time that we were together," Robin said, her cheeks tinged pink. "He wanted to wait until he was married, but I wasn't ready for any of that, so we went back to just being friends."
"So the idea of becoming queen wasn't enough to budge you?" Gangrel asked, smirking. "Such conviction! You would have been envied by every unmarried woman in Ylisse had you agreed, you know?"
"I suppose."
"Your wedding night wouldn't have been worth it, though. He probably would've had the sexual prowess of a boy who's never touched a woman before. Meaning none whatsoever. He probably isn't much better now."
Robin frowned. "Sumia hasn't complained so far as I know..."
"And she probably doesn't know any better."
She gave him a sideways look. "And you would?"
"I did have a few wives, remember?" Robin started to look at him angrily, but he waved it off. "Oh, don't look at me like that. They were the daughters of influential families and the marriages were arranged by the Grimleal. I didn't particularly care for any of them and I know they didn't care for me."
"The way I hear some men talk, I would've figured that to be a dream come true."
"Perhaps, but my attention was preoccupied by something else..." Before she could ask about what he meant, he said "What did you and him even do?"
"Hold hands, hug, kiss. But most of that only happened when we were alone because Chrom said Frederick would scold us for acting indecently in public."
"Really, that's it?" asked Gangrel, cackling. "Knowing how innocent you are, it almost makes me feel bad about what I'm about to ask you."
"Hm?"
"Well, it's been a couple years since I've been intimate with anyone, and what you've done doesn't count, so..." Knowing that she could piece together what he was saying, he didn't finish his sentence.
"We couldn't possibly—" She looked away, her face going red.
"The offer is open if you want it."
"What if people find out? What will they think?"
"Who cares what they think? But if it's that much of a problem for you, don't worry yourself over it. I can take care of myself, after all."
Somehow, her face went even redder. "So can I—I mean, um, this is a lot of take in. Can I get back to you later?"
"Beg your pardon? Not sure if I heard all that correctly..." said Gangrel, giving her a knowing look.
Robin took a breath to calm herself. "This isn't something I want to rush into, even if I am curious, so I'm going to need some time to think it over. Deal?"
"Deal."
Author's Note:
I had this in my FEA fanfic folder for the longest time and figured it would make a decent drabble since I'm not sure if it'll work for my main Robin/Gangrel fic. I have a smut drabble, too, that could work as a followup for this, but I'm not sure if anyone is interested in reading it. Ya'll have to let me know about that.
Also, when will my motivation to write the next chapter of "Here Be Dragons: Memento Mori" return from the war...? Hopefully after I'm done my entry for the Summer FEA Scramble Anthology, but we'll see.
BTW, I edited the previous chapter ("Labor of Love") so that it's one big ficlet instead of being the first of two drabbles.