Hey guys! (No FE pun intended, sorry!) No, I haven't died lately, I've just been uber busy. But I'm back, and trying to update for the sake of the lovely people, however few, who read this. I hate it when I find a good story about an under appreciated pairing which just dies halfway through. So it's my goal not to do that. you guys can help me with that goal by reading the story! And reviewing-I love reviews, they are wonderful and they shame me into writing more.

So this chapter is kinda strange. It starts off with Matthew and Guy's respective trains of thought as they're just chilling, with Matthew stroking Guy's hair. I kind of have a weird appreciation for long hair on guys (again, no pun intended), and so Matthew kinda does too. But only with one Guy (pun intended). Then it goes into what happens afterwards. It's short, but it's an update, right?

Warnings-Umm, some cursing, a hint of a hair fetish, angst that was not supposed to be there, fail attempts at humor.

Enjoy!

Matthew:

Damnit. Damnit Matthew, you're touching his hair. Touching his hair. And it is better than you imagined. Oh goddess, that makes me sound like a creep. Or like someone with a hair fetish. And I don't have a hair fetish. Or at least I don't think I do. It's only Guy's hair. And the rest of him too. But especially his hair. The first time I saw him, I looked at his braid. It was scraggly and matted at the time, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. Lelia's hair never had that appeal for me. It was beautiful, just like the rest of her, but it wasn't magnetic. Is it strange that I could just sit here and stroke his hair for hours? In fact, I think I might do just that. It's obvious he won't resist. But once the spell breaks, will he run away again? I don't think anyone's ever touched Guy's hair. Serra tried once, and she almost lost a finger. I've stolen the hair tie too many times to count, but he shies away whenever I've tried to do more. It's like a law: Guy may be small and easy to tease, but you do not touch his hair without his permission. And now I have permission. If I'm not mistaking, I'm the only person who has permission. He's offering me a privilege, and I have to be careful not to abuse it. And now all I have to do is get permission to touch the rest of him. And I do want to be the only one with permission to do that.

…

Oh goddess, I sound like a lovesick girl.

Guy:

Damnit. Damnit, Matthew is touching my hair. Nobody touches my hair. Ever. But now he is. And he's not just touching. He's twisting and stroking and tugging and oh goddess I should not be enjoying it this much! And it's my fault. I let him. I let him get this close and it's wonderful. But once we get up, and leave, and he takes his magic fingers (Did I seriously just think that?) off of my hair, what happens? I know that I have…some sort of feelings for him, and he's touching my hair in a way that should be illegal unless you love the person. And he's flirty, but that's just Matthew being Matthew. But he isn't like that with everyone else. Just me. But why me? He was engaged, for the love of Sacae! And to a woman! And not just a woman, but a beautiful one. He shouldn't even like men, let alone a short little Sacaen swordsman with unobtainable dreams. And he's just one of those dreams. Ok, Guy. Shut up. This may only last for a little while, so you damn well better stop thinking and enjoy it. While it lasts…

Eventually, Guy dozed off in Matthew's arms. The game had degenerated into various conversations among friends and lovers, and it was now approaching the wee hours of the morning. Eventually the tactician ordered them all off to bed.

"Guy." Matthew gently nudged the sleeping myrmidon. "Guy, we need to go back to our tent."

Guy shifted slightly and mumbled, still half asleep, "Matthew, shut up. You're too damn pretty."

Matthew was shocked. Such a statement was out of character for Guy in so many ways. "Guy, are you asleep?"

"What do you think, smart one?"

Matthew sighed. Unfortunately, the jury was still out as to exactly how conscious the swordsman was. "Guy, Sain just kissed Geitz and now Isadora's trying to break them up with your best killing edge."

The only response was "That's nice." As Guy rolled over.

Ok. Jury was back in. Guy was 100% out of it.

"Well, in that case, I'm just going to carry you back. Because you're being too adorable right now to wake up."

Guy just hummed into Matthew's chest.

Matthew gently scooped up Guy (good thing he was fairly small-thieves were not known for their strength) and carried him back to their tent, where he gently placed Guy on his pallet.

"Goodnight Guy." Matthew looked fondly at the little myrmidon, hair still strewn about on his pillow. As an afterthought, he leaned over and quickly kissed the Sacaean's forehead. He pulled back, then pecked the tip of Guy's nose as well. Call it an impulse. But just as Matthew lingered near the swordsman's face, simply observing him sleeping, Guy's eyes flew open.

Sorry, sorry! Cliffhangers-I hate them! I'll try to update again soon to fix that. But yeah, something will be happening after that!