Note: FINALLY. I apologize this has taken so long to update; I was sick a few times in October, plus I had a few burning one-shot ideas that pushed this chapter on the backburner. Really, the only way I was able to get it out was because of an eleventh hour decision to split the day into two chapters. Oh well. Enjoy!

Here in Paradise With You

A Fire Emblem Fates Story

Day 11: Part 1

Summertide Salacity

"It looks like there's a festival in town today," Corrin said as she selected a seashell from the tidepool with a serene smile and handed it to Owain to add to their collection. "I saw some stalls going up on our way to the beach this morning."

"Indeed!" he said. "I overheard it's for a local deity, celebrating the advent of summer. Supposedly, they wear garb similar to Hoshido for it. I think there's a shop where you can rent them for the evening, too."

"Ohh, that sounds fun!" she said, sitting up. "We should do that!"

Beaming, he took her hand. "Of course! We should still have the funds for it. Especially since we're returning home tomorrow."

Corrin's face sank a little, and she nodded. "Yeah, that's true. I guess we can afford to splurge today, huh?"

He gripped her chin, stroking his thumb against it. "I told you, don't focus on our departure, beloved," he said, grinning softly at her.

"I know, I know," she said, giving him a sad smile. "Focus on making today fun instead."

"Precisely," said Owain, pecking her nose. "In any case, did I ever mention there's a country in my homeworld that has customs that mirror those in Hoshido? They even have yukata like the ones at this festival as well."

"Really?" Corrin said, head tilting with interest. "But didn't you say your world is probably far in the future from now since Hoshido and Nohr are considered myths in Ylisse?"

"Perhaps it's a remnant, carried on through the waves of time? Who can say? Though I've found no mention of any of my familiar history in Nohrian libraries."

"I love hearing all your history stories," she said, scooting closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder. "In a way, they sound like fairy tales, all your stories of Hero-Kings and Divine Dragons."

"I assure you, the Hero-King Marth was no fairy tale; I happen to count him among my ancestors," Owain said, puffing out his chest with pride. "And the Divine Dragon Naga is the goddess that blesses our household."

"So you've told me, but it still has a fabled aspect to it all," she said, poking his abs to make him deflate in a huff.

"Just you wait! When we return home, I'll take you to see every mural, painting, and landmark made in homage. You'll have to beg their forgiveness," he said sourly.

"I'm just teasing you, Owain," Corrin said, giving his shoulder a playful shove as she stood. "I'll look forward to our date in the future, though," she added, winking at him. "Now let's head back so we can investigate this festival."

"Are you sure you're ready to leave?" Owain asked, tilting his head with a slight frown. "We probably won't have a chance to come to the beach tomorrow, so this is our last visit."

She nodded. "It's all right. We've been here a few hours now, and I think we've gathered enough seashells for everyone, right?"

"I think so," Owain said, hefting their bag in one hand. He grinned at her. "You've hand-selected one for every person in the army, I think."

"Well of course," she said, hands on her hips. "It wouldn't be fair to only bring back something for my family. This way, everyone can get a souvenir from our trip. After all, they helped pay for it."

"And that, my love," he said, standing and closing the gap between them, "is why you are a phenomenal leader. Your magnanimous nature is the key to your grace."

"It's not that amazing of a gesture, Owain," Corrin said with a giggle, tucking her hands at his hips as he smooched her forehead.

"I disagree," he said, pulling her into his arms. "The fact you made sure each one suited the destined-receiver, from shape to color, is proof you care deeply about everyone. It's why you're so adored, beloved."

Corrin blushed, a small smile curving her lips. "I just wanted to say thank-you in some way, that's all," she said, looking at her feet.

"And that consideration is positively charming," he said, holding her chin. "I'm just glad I claimed you for myself before someone else could."

"Because my feelings don't play into that at all," she said with a wry grin as she leaned in.

"Of course they do; it just means I'm twice as lucky," he said, grinning.

Their lips connected for a tender moment, and Corrin melted completely against him, sighing contently. Being together like this, having silly conversations, was her favorite thing about their vacation, and even though they'd have to sacrifice time for their respective duties when they returned, they'd still have moments like this as much as possible. Of that, she'd make sure.

Most of the shops closed in the early afternoon for a few hours, avoiding the hottest part of the day, so they returned home for lunch as usual. This phenomenon paired perfectly with a midday nap, which they typically enjoyed together. Today, however, Corrin insisted they should do the bulk of their packing first, that way they could enjoy tomorrow to the fullest. Once that job was completed, they settled in for their usual downtime, eventually dozing off in each other's arms. When they awoke two hours later, Owain insisted they could use their afternoon S.T.A.R. jog to investigate the festival.

Corrin grumbled, burrowing under the covers. "Do we really have to?" she griped. "It's a festival and the last full day of our vacation, let's skip it."

"Miss one day and it takes a whole week to recover, beloved," Owain said, like this was a mantra drilled into him, which it was. She whined underneath the blankets, and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her over the top of them. "Oh, the agony that is a daily exercise routine! However will my dearest love survive such cruelty from her husband?" He rolled back and forth with her as he spoke, his tone dramatic, ignoring the giggled protests from beneath the comforter. "To subject her to such horror is a fate worse than death itself! My poor wife, how it pains me to inflict this burden upon you!"

Corrin wriggled free enough to get to his stomach underneath, lifting his shirt and blowing very forceful raspberries against it. He yelped, laughter in his voice as she continued this process, fingers squirming toward his ribs. A wrestling match ensued, blanket flailing as he tried to get at her, giggles and more blaring raspberries underneath. She climbed on top of him and pinned his arms and legs, giggling as he floundered to break free with chortled protests. As her grip weakened against his struggling, she shifted focus, tracing her tongue, long and slow, against his stomach. His jostling quieted, especially when she licked further, pecking kisses in between lengthy drags of her tongue. She worked her way up, kissing and laving her tongue all the way, until finally, she poked her head out from beneath the covers and grinned at him, savoring the blush in his cheeks and the hazy look in his eyes.

"I propose a different exercise routine today," she announced, smiling down at him with bedroom eyes.

Owain snorted, eyebrow rising. "It's not nearly as much of a workout as you think it is, babe."

"Not with that attitude," Corrin said, winking at him.

He chuckled, arms surrounding her. "All right, then. In that case, we usually begin our routine with stretching."

"Does this count?" she asked, sitting back, flipping her shirt over her head, and raising her arms high to remove it entirely.

Grinning, he scooted back against the pillows into a half-sit. "It's a fair start, though you missed something," he said, eyes flicking to indicate her bra.

"What's that you're always telling me during our jogs?" She straightened, one hand coming up to obscure her face in mimicry, her voice deepening. "'Pace yourself, beloved, don't overdo it.'"

Owain burst into a belly laugh. "I-Is that supposed to be me?" he asked with an amused grin.

"Of course, who else would I be but the darkest of mages, the prince of shadows, lover of all things verbose and grim?" she continued, cheeks dimpling with her toothy grin.

"It's a fair imitation, but you omitted that which I love most, above even the darkest of tales and tomes," he said, his smile shrewd as he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.

"And what's that?" Corrin asked, eyes lidding with her smirk.

"You," he said, bending in to capture her lips.

They fell immediately into a passionate kiss, his arms circling around her and tugging impatiently at her bra strings. Once that was removed, Owain lifted her, grinning against her lips at her squeak of surprise, and he let them tumble to the side with him atop her. Greedy hands tugged at bottoms, leaving them both bare as the kiss continued, and he rolled off her just enough to give his hand access to her. Corrin sighed a moan as his fingers worked their way into her, and she did so louder when he latched onto the nipple nearest him. Suction against her chest felt nice, and combined with nimble fingers dipping in and sliding up against her clit, she was soon pulsing with need and burying her fingers in his hair.

"Ahh...no fair, you're the only one getting a workout," Corrin said, grinning when he lifted his head.

"This is just the warm-up, my princess," he said, licking against her nipple as he looked up at her.

"Then let's warm-up together, shall we?" she said, sliding from beneath him. Sitting up, she paused for a second, thinking. "Actually, turn towards me," she instructed, pivoting to face toward the foot of the bed as he did so. Before he could ask her what she was doing, she wrapped an arm around his thigh and pulled it over her head, popping his dick in her mouth. He let out a startled yelp but soon relaxed into the attention, letting out a gentle groan. His cock was mostly soft, but she could feel the twitches of hardening as she swirled her tongue around it. It was actually kind of hot, feeling his dick awaken in her mouth. When he was midway erect, she pulled back to comment, "You can keep going, you know."

"Mmm, r-right, sorry," Owain sighed, snapping back to attention. He reached to continue where he'd left off, but a thought made him hesitate. "How about this instead," he said, pulling her body toward him and tucking his head between her legs.

The long lick against her clit paused her mouthwork, and she moaned around his cock as she repositioned her legs around him, his head resting against her bottom thigh and her other hooking over his shoulder, effectively straddling his face. They both fell into their own activities, Corrin sucking with more fervor, the head of his cock prodding against the inside of her cheek, and Owain burying his tongue in her vagina, trading off between lapping inside her and up against her clit. Occasionally, one of them would pause to enjoy the other's technique, moans muffled by body parts still in mouths.

When he slotted his mouth around her, his tongue in perfect position to lap against her nub, Corrin shivered, the twinges of climax starting in her toes. As the pressure built, she consumed more of him, his cock tickling at the back of her throat. Oddly enough, it didn't cause her to gag, so she took him entirely, lips twitching around him to grin when he sighed a long groan in reaction. His moans grew more urgent as she engulfed him, tongue drawing along the bottom, and his voice rose in pitch until finally, he spilled into her mouth, Corrin swallowing bit by bit as she continued to suck him dry. Once he was finished, he was left crooning, whole body twitching, and Corrin released him with a sultry giggle.

"You okay over there?" she asked with a teasing lick against his tip.

There was a sudden flurry of motion, and before she knew it, he had turned around and dragged her onto her back, his mouth cupping over her vulva and tongue lashing ferociously over her. His intensity only amplified how good it felt, his fingers digging into her thighs as he gripped them to box his ears. It was no surprise when she came with a loud gasp, his tongue flicking against her clit as her legs twitched around him. He followed through to lap fervently at the entrance, claiming every ounce of her orgasm as his prize while she convalesced in the afterglow. With a warm breath against her labia that made her shiver, he backed off, panting lightly.

Corrin propped on her elbow, one hand holding at her forehead as she sighed with bliss. "I think our warm-up went a little overboard," she said, grinning at him. "Not that I'm complaining."

Owain huffed a snicker. "Honestly, I could probably still manage a workout, if you're interested," he said with a sly smirk, eyes lidded.

"Really now?" she said, eyebrows raised.

"With a bit of provocation, absolutely," he said.

"Then please, let's provoke," she said, sitting up on her knees.

They came together for a kiss, both kneeling on the mattress. Though they both tasted like the other's body fluids, neither seemed to care in the moment, succumbing to a thrall of passion. Owain's hand curled around his dick, stroking himself back to attention as Corrin cupped the back of his head and let her other hand trace over his chest with covetous affection. A few minutes of this was all he needed, a hand at her hip signaling her to ease back on the bed. Pulling her by the legs toward him, he sank into her, the pair of them sighing in contentment. He gripped her thighs as he started to pump, sitting upright to work with more tenacity. Corrin's legs encircled him, thrusting forward to meet him, and the two gazed at one another, both gasping and groaning in time.

"I love you," she breathed in a quiet voice. "I love you so much, Owain."

"I love you, too, Corrin," he replied as his hips rutted into her. "Every whit of me, into the very center of my being, is devoted to you and you alone."

She moaned, grinning. "You know I like when you talk like that," she said. "Especially like this."

"But of course, my sensuous goddess," Owain said, beaming seductively at her. "It's a kink I love to indulge."

Sitting up, she pushed a hand against his chest. "Then let me get some exercise and you indulge me," she said, forcing him into a seat and straddling his lap.

"By all means, love," he said, framing her hips as she started to ride him. Biting back a groan, he continued, "To serve your carnal desires is my favorite calling."

"Nn, yeah," Corrin sighed, gripping his shoulders to aid her rocking. "You're such a good devotee, babe," she added with a grin.

"Because you deserve it, my goddess of light," he said, staving off another moan. "Ahn, your benevolence makes w-worshiping you a—ahhh—a delight, and as your servant I-I'm hu—uhnnn, that's good—h-humbled to be your ch-chosen one."

She didn't know what she enjoyed more, his banter or how he struggled to maintain it, but it was delicious, all the same. "Do you know what your goddess loves most of all?" she said, considering him with a lidded gaze.

"Mmm, p-please, tell me."

"To hear you come and chant my name," she said, fingers sliding along his jawline.

"Nngh, yeah?"

"Yeah," she whispered. She picked up the pace, thrusting him deeper inside her, and his voice quavered and broke, hands clinging tightly to her. "I need it, more than anything else."

"Ahhh, C-Corrin, ah…"

"That's right, just like that," she said, eyes smoldering.

"Corrin...hnn, Corrin, yeah," he panted, breathing quickening.

"Come for me, love. Let your goddess know you adore her."

"Uahh, Corrin, gods...Corrin, almost, Corrin, mnn…!"

"Come on, Owain. Just for me, come for me, Owain."

"Ahnn, Corrin, ah, Corrin, Corrin!"

His head lurched back as he moaned, breathy and loud, hands convulsing on her hips as a climax so powerful he could feel the strain in his balls wracked his body. His cock pulsed, nothing to give but still fully enthralled, the grinding against her inner wall coursing hot pleasure through him. Somewhere in the midst of it, she said his name, and seven hells, she was obviously coming, because all her inner muscles started to squeeze him in such an amazing way that he practically yelled her name in response. The whole ordeal was only thirty seconds at most, but that was an eternity in the fever of orgasm, the rhythmic rise and fall capturing them both in ecstasy.

Trembling, he leaned them back against the pillows, Corrin slumping onto his shoulder. They sat in silence, regulating breathing and quivering, exhausted but content mewls shared between them. Both were sweating, the exertion taking everything out of them.

"That...guh," Corrin wheezed, steadying her breath, "that enough of a...workout for you?"

With a huff of weak laughter, Owain nodded. "Y...Yeah," he said, coughing and gulping more air. "I...I'd say that was...S.T.A.R.-approved."

She giggled, chest still heaving. "Good, because I'm not doing any more today," she said, pecking her lips against his neck.

Grinning, he wrapped his shaking arms around her, turning to smooch her forehead. "I love you, Corrin."

"I love you too, Owain," she said, snuggling into his neck.

The festival was only just beginning when they arrived, food stalls bustling with activity, the smell of various foods simmering over cookfires filling the air with a cacophony of aromas. The farmer's market was in full-swing, selling primarily fruits and other things you could eat on the go, so they each purchased a peach as a post-sex pick me up, wandering down the aisles of stalls hand-in-hand. Hydrangea, sunflowers, and dahlias adorned every doorway, sill, and canopy, a large archway of them leading to a square for dancing. Locals and other tourists milled about, most dressed in colorful yukata for the event, their varied patterns a delight for the eye. In one corner of town was a row of festival games, things like target archery, goldfish scooping, and ring tosses. At the end of this corridor, they found a large shop, a sign out front prominently advertising, "Festival Yukata Rentals Here!"

"It looks like there isn't a line yet, so do you want to change for the festival?" Corrin asked.

"An excellent idea, beloved," Owain agreed. He grinned, his hand coming up to his face in trademark fashion. "Ah, yukata. Seeing such garb reminds me of the last time I wore one, in an Outrealm back home."

"I don't think you've told me this story," she said, smiling with interest.

"It was a chance encounter, to be sure! That bold color, that striking pattern...it was truly a legendary garment, surely once worn by the Enigma King himself!" he said with a nostalgic timbre in his voice. "I was truly a sight to behold!"

"I'm sure you were staggeringly handsome as always, dear," Corrin teased, winking at him.

He laughed, giving her hand a squeeze. "Alas, my union with that legendary garment was fleeting; the purchase price was far too rich for my aching blood."

"So you only got to wear it for a little while, then?"

"Indeed! Apparently it was because I won some contest, though I don't recall entering one."

Corrin giggled, curling around his bicep. "Maybe they could tell you have a winning personality just by looking at you," she said, beaming at him.

Grinning, he bent in and nuzzled her nose with his. "You're a gift, you know that?"

"Hee, of course; you remind me every day," she said, trading another nose-kiss with him. "Now come on, let's see if they have something to rival the Enigma King for you."

"One can only hope, beloved," Owain said, following as she pulled him along to the doorway.

The shop was spacious, racks of yukata arranged in rows for perusing. A few attendants and other tourists were scattered around the room, a small cluster around the changing room curtains in the back. As they stood in the entrance, a woman, dressed in a white yukata with butterflies scattered on it and a red obi approached them.

"Welcome to Anna's Cloth and Tailoring!" the ponytailed red-head said with a bright smile.

Owain made a strained noise of surprise in his throat, which he tried to play off as a cough when Corrin eyed him peripherally. The bizarre phenomenon that was the family of merchants truly was everywhere, even in a Deeprealm, it seemed.

"Today only, we have a special discount on renting from our vast collection of yukata for the festival!" Anna continued, smile unwavering. "Please, allow me or one of my sisters here to help you with all your preparations for today's event!"

He glanced around the room as Anna turned her attention to converse with Corrin; true to her word, there were multiple Annas in various spots around the room, aiding other customers in various ways. It always unnerved him when there were multiples of them gathered together like this, especially because he was certain every one of them was the same as the last: a crafty businesswoman, out to make the largest profit possible. He suddenly had a feeling of dread deep in the pit of their wallet.

A tug at his side brought him out of his musing, and he turned as Anna led Corrin away from him, chattering excitedly about how Corrin's skintone was perfect for a choice in the back, instructing one of her sisters to assist Owain. Another Anna, this one in a green, floral-patterned yukata with a blue obi, approached him and dragged him by the arm to the men's section. At a glance, he could tell most of the male yukata were much more subdued in pattern compared to the female ones, which admittedly perturbed him; he liked bolder fashion statements. With some coercion, he selected a deep navy yukata with a vertical lines pattern in gold thread and a bright yellow obi, hoping that bit of flashiness would sate his lust to stand out. Once he was dressed behind the curtain, he sighed at himself in the mirror. It wasn't nearly as visually interesting as he hoped, and definitely not as amazing as the Enigma King's attire, but it would have to do. Corrin would like it, at least, so that was enough.

It took much longer for Corrin to dress, so he spent his time studying a rack of zori sandals, eventually selecting a pair for himself. Just as he was starting to get bored, zoning out while staring at the wall, a hand tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned.

He thought that by this point, he was used to how beautiful Corrin was, but she continued to find ways to steal his breath. He gaped at her, his cheeks flushing with color. Her dark blue yukata had a light blue hydrangea pattern, a real one matching it pinned in her hair, which was put up in a messy bun on top of her head, her bangs hanging in her face as usual. In one hand, she held a blue circular fan, the lacquered paper embossed with a wave pattern, and in the other, a drawstring bag made from the same cloth as the yukata dangled from her fingertips. The obi around her middle was yellow like his, meaning that in a way, they matched.

She gave him an anxious look when he didn't say anything. "Does it look bad?"

"Wha? No! No no no, not at all," Owain flustered, his blush darkening a shade.

"Aww, you two look great!" the first Anna said as she approached them. "Now, here's bill for the rental fee, just take it to the counter over there," she said, handing Owain a slip of paper. "Have fun at the festival, lovebirds!" With a small wave she turned and walked away, on to the next customer.

"I'll pick out some shoes while you pay, all right?" Corrin said, indicating the rack of sandals.

Nodding, Owain headed for the pay counter, digging their gold purse out of their bag on his shoulder. Another Anna, this one in a sky blue yukata with sunflowers on it and a pink obi, stood by a cash box, and he inhaled. Time to brace himself for the most painful part.

"Thank-you for your patronage today!" Anna said, taking the slip of paper from him. "All right, let's see, your total is…"

Owain glanced over at Corrin, who was happily selecting a pair of zori. She looked so cute that it made him momentarily lose focus, sighing wistfully. It was almost a shame he'd only get to see her like this once.

"Is that your wife over there?"

Startled, Owain turned back to Anna, who was smiling politely at him. He fumbled a nod. "Um, yes ma'am, it is," he said, rubbing awkwardly at his neck.

"I bet you two are honeymooners, then, am I right?" Anna said, grin broadening when he nodded again. "In that case, I should tell you about the other deal we're running for the festival, perfect for couples! If you decide to purchase both yukata, we'll throw in all the accessories for free and even wave the dressing charge! Yukata make a lovely souvenir of your trip."

He spared another glance at Corrin and then turned back to Anna, whose smile was unnervingly pleasant. Frowning, he furrowed his brow. "...How much?"

The corners of Anna's lips twitched, and she reached for the nearby abacus. "Let's see...two yukata, one men's and one women's...subtract the accessories...multiplied by our festival discount percentage...carry the two…" Her fingers flicked counters at a rapid pace for a moment, and then she reached for a quill and jotted on their slip of paper. "For you, I think I could offer you this."

Owain took the paper as she slid it across the surface, and he blinked several times at the sum scribbled on the page. "This is a discount?" he said in an aghast tone.

"Oh, absolutely," Anna said, smiling patently. "It's nearly half our usual rate."

Thinking about that many figures doubled made his head hurt. Rubbing at his neck, he looked over at Corrin again. She was turning to admire her completed look in a full-length mirror, a pleased smile on her face. He did some mental math; even with this purchase, they'd still have plenty leftover to enjoy the festival. With a nod of determination, he turned back to Anna. "They say the goddess of fortune favors the bold," he said with a trademark grin. "Consider it a deal."

"That happens to be my family's motto, sir," Anna said with a devious smile. "Now, if you'd be so kind…" she said, opening the cash box and extending her palm for payment.

It probably wasn't a smart investment, but he'd find a way to make it work out. As he counted out gold on the table, the tantalizing thought of undressing her from the outfit later tickled in his brain. Maybe they could even find a way to roleplay such an activity...Before that, though, there was the festival. With luck, he'd make this an incredible final night of their trip.

Bonus Ending:

"What time do we need to return the rental?" Corrin asked as they trotted down the aisle hand-in-hand.

"Actually, your brilliant husband struck an incredible deal on purchasing our attire outright," said Owain, a hand gripping his chin for a dashing pose.

"A...Are you serious?" she gasped. "Owain, that was probably way too expensive."

"On the contrary! With my prodigious bartering skills, I cut the asking price in half," he said, which wasn't a total lie, so he ran with it. Smiling more softly, he added, "Besides, you look so lovely that I couldn't resist seeing you wear it more than once."

Cheeks pinkening, she glanced away, a grin dimpling her cheeks. "Well...I suppose we can call it a souvenir, right?"

"Precisely what I was thinking, my love," Owain said, winking at her.

"All right then," Corrin said, "what do you say we have a little friendly competition at some of the games?"

Grin challenging, Owain chuckled. "You're on! By night's end, you'll be so dazzled by my skill, you'll fall in love with me all over again!"

Leaning in and pecking his cheek, she replied, "I do that every day, anyway."