Chapter 14 Getting Closer
Two days…
Two days was all it took for the tactician and former Exalt's relationship to spread like a wild forest fire. It didn't take a week for the gossip to reach every single ear. It didn't take another day or two to confirm this gossip for themselves. No, it took only two days…Two. Freaking. Days.
Once the tactician was able to walk again he immediately got back to his tactician duties. Planning for things for the march toward the Mila Tree to save the voice was a troublesome task, but for a completely different reasons. For one, people kept barging into his tent to give their love advice to the tactician.
First there was Sumia, who gave him an entire lesson on the importance of sharing their problems together. Then there was Cordelia…who completely lost Stahl, her husband, and Matthew in her endless fantasies about what their love could grow out to be… Next even Ricken gave Matthew advice…which was kind of sad seeing that the young lad got married 2 years before the tactician did. Hearing him trying to explain how to please women, especially since his wife was Nowi, was somewhat humiliating.
Then, there was Gregor…who got straight to the point. "You must be getting with the making of the children, eh? Five would be a decent number, no?" The tactician remembered the mercenary saying…
Ylissean soldiers also came in to give him their thoughts about the tactician's engagement to their former Exalt. Some were open for the idea that the tactician and former Exalt were getting married, while others voiced their inner opinions. Matthew didn't expect everyone to accept their relationship after all. He knew that some would be against the idea of a Plegian marrying into the royal family, but he cared not for their disapprovals. He would show them that they were wrong about him no matter how long it took him.
Basilio and Flavia, who was quite helpful advice wise despite their marriage-less lives, gave him two specially forged killing edges to replace his old rusted ones. Say'ri, who he met while he was still being bedridden, gave him many places to take the former Exalt on a honeymoon in Chon'sin; once they've taken it back of course. Heck, even Lon'qu and Olivia came by to give him their best regards.
All of this added up to four days. Two days for everyone to confirm it, two days for them to bombard the tactician with questions and concerns as they marched toward the Mila Tree. During those days he couldn't even spend a second with Emmeryn or even his future daughter, Naomi. Four…long…agonizing…days…
…So how in Gods' name did Chrom never catch wind of this?! The tactician would never know answer to that question.
"So, you said that there was something you wanted to talk to me about, Matthew?" Chrom asked as he sat down next to the tactician's work table. Chrom hadn't been able to talk to the tactician while he had been bedridden since he had other duties to take care of with Say'ri and planning to move toward the Mila Tree. Thankfully the tactician was able to get the Exalt when he was talking to Lissa and Gaius in the war council tent; most likely about their wedding preparations. Lissa read the look on the face of the tactician when he asked her brother to talk privately, so she made sure to take Chrom's Falchion. That act of kindness insured him that he wouldn't need it to talk with the tactician. Matthew had never thanked Lissa so many times in 3 seconds.
"Chrom, there's…something that I need to tell. It…involves Emmeryn." Matthew tried to ease his way through this conversation without the Exalt catching on too early.
"Emmeryn? Is there a problem between you two?" Honestly Chrom. How did you not hear about anything from these past four days?
"Uh, no. We aren't fighting or anything like that…It's quite the opposite actually." Matthew reassured.
"Am I to assume that this reason is why you are back to your old self?"
"Ummm…sorta…"
"Then let's hear it. I'm not a good problem solver, but I can be a good listener…depending on the topic, that is."
Matthew took in a deep breathe. He wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible and hopefully have Chrom walk out of here without the tactician's head in his hands. "Chrom, I'm just going to get straight to the point…" Chrom nodded at the tactician and crossed his arms. His muscular were not helping the tactician feel any more at ease. It fact, it made him even scared of the blue head's reaction to this declaration. Matthew turned to his twiddling fingers on the table and started. "As you know, Emmeryn and I have spent…a lot of time together... We've done so much together in the past month and…have grown closer together." Matthew peered up to see if the Exalt was still listening. Of course, he stayed in the same position and as when the tactician started.
"You may not have known this, but…I've had feeling for Emmeryn since before she…lost all her memories… That feeling still stands today, which is why I…had to confirm it by getting even closer to Emmeryn than you originally assigned me to do. I've found that…my feeling are still there for her and that-"
"I thought you said you were getting right to the point." Chrom said in a monotone voice.
"R-Right…" Matthew mumbled then used all the willpower in his body to look up to the Exalt and stare him dead in the eye. What he was about to say could cause him his very life. "Chrom…I've asked Emmeryn to marry me." He stated firmly. Chrom's expression didn't change at all at the sudden revelation. "And she said 'yes'." Matthew couldn't tell what emotion was going through his friend's head the longer he stared into his eyes. They just continued to stare in awkward silence that made the tactician completely anxious for the Exalt's response.
"…Go on." Matthew's nervous expression dropped to a blank stare as he looked to the calm face of the Exalt. "What's the matter?" Chrom asked with raised eyebrows at the dumbfounded tactician.
"…To be honest, I didn't expect to make it this far in the conversation. I honestly expected to be decapitated by now." Matthew confessed.
"Lissa took Falchion and told me to leave it in her hands since I wouldn't need it to talk to you, so I couldn't do anything to you even if I wanted to." Chrom and folded his arms and presented his hands in front of him. "But I do have these cold, gloved, hands of mine that have speaking to me since you've revealed the relationship with my older sister. Wanna know what they've been saying?"
"Uhhh, I can only imagine…" Matthew said nervously, sweat beginning to drop down him face.
Chrom let out a heavy sigh and said, "You think I didn't already know about you and Emmeryn's relationship? How the hell would I have not known with all the gossip that's been going around these past few days? Honestly, how much longer are you going to belittle me, Matthew?
Matthew was completely taken aback from the Exalt's reply. The tactician was already belittling his friend, and he wasn't crediting him enough. "Maybe…I haven't been giving you enough credit, Chrom. For that, I truly apologize." Matthew affirmed honestly. Meanwhile, Chrom closed his eyes and lifted his head with triumphant smirk plastered across his face.
"And you all thought I was that dense. I catch on pretty fast, Matthew."
"He's lying." A voice called out of nowhere. Matthew looked to the entrance of the tent as he saw the flap open and in walked his daughter with a hard glare on the back of the Exalt's head; who, by the way, smirk dropped to a blank stare and not moving from his current position. "I'm the one told him 3 hours ago and he just confirmed it with other Shepherds." Naomi exposed. "I followed you guys so you wouldn't use any underhanded trick to scare my father… It would seem I was right not to trust you, Uncle."
Matthew slowly turned back to the Exalt who did not take his blank stare off of the ceiling of the tent. "…I take back how I viewed you. And I take back my apology too."
Chrom coughed into his fist and tried to move on with the conversation as If nothing happened. "Anyways, I'm not mad at you Matthew… I'm kinda disappointed that you didn't think to tell ME first before you told the entire camp, but I'll live. If anything I'm actually happy that it was you who proposed to Emm and not some snobby noble I don't know. Out of all the men out there in this world, none of them I trust more to take care of my sister than you, Matthew. She is one of my greatest treasures in this cruel world…" Chrom's expression turned into a serious frown at the tactician. "So, I don't suppose I need to tell you what will happen if you ever hurt her, right?"
Matthew did a short bow and said, "Yes Chrom. I promise to never hurt Emmeryn in any way possible for as long as we may live."
Chrom nodded at his friend's declaration and stood from his chair. "Well, then I see no more reason to interrogate you, Matthew." There was a short pause before Chrom smiled. "Take care of her Matthew. She will need you now more than ever."
Matthew smiled back and said, "I will, Chrom. Always." Chrom gave a short nod and walked toward the exit. He made sure not to look into the eyes of the glaring young dark mage whose gaze pierced daggers into him. When the Exalt was out of sight the young dark mage walked further into the tent until she was in front of her father's work table.
"Eavesdropping young lady?" Matthew said with a frown that shook the young dark mage.
"I-I didn't mean to Father! I-I just thought that you might be tricked so I-" Naomi stopped when she saw her father let out a short giggle.
"It's alright Naomi." he reassured. "I should actually be thanking you for that. I would not have heard the end of it if he got away with that little bit, so thank you."
Naomi smiled back at her father. "I'm glad that I was able to help!" Naomi looked down and began twiddling her thumbs together as she tried to reveal the real reason she came to her father's tent. "U-Uhh, Father?" She mumbled nervously.
"Is there something wrong, Naomi?" Matthew asked with a raised brow his daughter's sudden shyness.
"Do mind if you could… do a little sword training with me?" she said while looking down at her twiddling fingers and shuffling her feet back and forward.
Matthew stared blankly at his nervous daughter and said, "Why would you want to have a sword lesson if you are a mage? Wouldn't you want to train with someone who is more experience in the mage field and can better yourself than having me give you a lesson that you aren't really that familiar with?"
"O-Oh uh, I thought that…maybe we could…" Matthew looked completely confused at how his daughter was acting. Unlike her usual scold, her face showed unease and disappointed. "N-Nevermind…" She whispered in a defeated tone and lowered head.
"Oh!" Matthew suddenly came to realization of what the young girl was trying to say to him. "W-What I meant to say is, I would be honored to do some sword training with you!"
Naomi's face immediately lit up at her father change of mind. "Thank you Father! I just so happen to have two practice swords right here!" Naomi reached to her side and pulled out two curved wooden swords.
"Prepared I see?" Matthew laughed.
"Yep! Now let's go! We should be the only ones at the training grounds right now!"
"Heh, alright alright I'm coming!"
"So, you pulled a fast one behind my back eh?" Tharja scolded as she walked through the Shepherd's camp with Emmeryn and Nowi.
"S-Sorry Tharja...I just...didn't want to wait...any longer." Emmeryn apologized.
"Hey, go easy on Emm!" Nowi exclaimed. "You should be happy that she's finally getting married!"
"I'd be happier if it wasn't Matthew she was getting married to." Tharja mumbled with an exasperated tone.
"What are you complaining about Tharja? Aren't you getting married as well?!"
"Wha?" Emmeryn gasped in shock at the sudden discovery. She glance down to the dark mage's hand and saw a silver band around her finger. "Who did...you marry?"
Tharja huffed before responding. "Libra proposed to me two days ago, but we don't plan to have a wedding till the end of this war... Or we might not have one at all."
"Why did...you not tell me?"
"Why should I have to tell the one who came along and stole my love behind my back? And you still want to call yourself my 'friend'? Hmph! Please."
"S-sorry…" The trio walked in a short period of silence before Tharja came to a complete stop and stared at the former Exalt and Nowi, who also stop, who looked back to her with raised brows.
"Emmeryn, I'm giving you a warning right now in advance." Tharja said as she walked up to the former Exalt. Then unexpectedly she grabbed a handful of the former Exalt's garb and pulled her in until Emmeryn was nervously looking into the dark mage's hard and terrifying glare. "If I ever see that your relationship is faltering in anyway, no matter the reason, I will take him from you and have him all for myself. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
Out of all the mean looks and glares Emmeryn has ever seen from the dark mage, this was, without a doubt, the most menacing and terrifying one yet. So terrifying in fact the blonde couldn't even reply properly, so she just nervously nodded her head. Tharja stared into the nervous blonde's eyes for a few more seconds before sighing and releasing her from her grip. "Good. I think I can trust him in your hands… for now at least…but, I guess…I give you guys good wishes or whatever." Tharja said sheepishly while looking away.
Nowi began to laugh at the dark mage's sudden chagrin. "Look Emm! Tharja is blushing!" Nowi's laugh didn't last long as Tharja rushed over to the giggling manakete and pulled on both of her cheeks.
"I'm sorry. I don't believe I heard what you said. Who was blushing again you little twerp?!"
"Owiiieeeee! I sowwy! I sowwy! Pwease fwogive mai! "
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over your screaming! Try screaming louder!"
Emmeryn laughed at her two friends. Tharja's flushed, angry face and even Nowi's pain struck face made the former Exalt more relieved. They were weird, yes, but they were her friends none the less. Emmeryn walked looked away from the two and noticed that they've come to the training area of the camp. Though there were little to no one around Emmeryn could hear the sound of wood crashing against wood, just like she would whenever she came around this area of the camp. She walked past her friends and her eyes widened when she saw her husband and daughter engaged in sword-to-sword combat.
Anyone could easily point out that Matthew was clearly superior by the way he barely moved and he seemed to use the small young dark mage's wide swings against her. Naomi didn't seem to stand a chance against her father and he effortlessly sidestepped or blocked all of her attacks. Emmeryn feared for her daughter's safety when Matthew tripped her with his wooden sword and she fell hard to the dirt grounds of the training area. Everything in Emmeryn wanted to run to her daughter to help her, but Naomi didn't seem like she was actually in any pain. Instead, the young dark mage laughed whenever she fell and got to her feet with more determination than the last three times she fell.
"Ah, watching the tactician bond with his future child I see." Emmeryn turned her head to the voice that spoke next to her.
"Bonding?" Emmeryn said in a confused voice to the Mad King standing with crossed arms next to.
"You know, that thing that most parents do with their child every now and then. Where the father or mother try to get closer to their child." Emmeryn looked back to her husband and daughter with widened eyes.
"This is…what they call 'bonding'?" Emmeryn asked as she saw Matthew once again trip Naomi with his wooden sword and she hit the ground with a loud 'thud'. "…Bonding looks…painful…"
"BWAHAHA! Now a days bonding is preferred to be with sword in hand than with cupcakes and dandelions, dear! This kind of bonding is always the best way to get to know each other both mentally and physically." Gangrel let out a blissful sigh before continuing. "Such a fun way to bond. I should really think about having a child of my own in the future."
A thought came to Emmeryn's mind as she looked up to redhead. "Gangrel…I never got…the chance to…thank-"
"Please don't thank me." Gangrel interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest of the former Exalt's sentence. "It makes me sick whenever I hear someone thanking me for doing a good deed. I saw your pathetic husband in a tough predicament, so I decided to save him so I didn't have to hear you Ylisseans whimper and cry over your fallen tactician. Nothing else should be thought of except that. Got it?"
Emmeryn didn't want to accept the Mad King's nonchalant answer, but knew she had to accept it since his eyes showed he was serious.
"Thank you for saving…Matt." …Or she wouldn't accept it…
"Damn woman! Didn't I say not thank me?!" Gangrel barked at the noble woman who laugh at the Mad King's anger filled facial expression. "*Tch*. This is why I hate Ylisseans. You people are too nice for your own good." Gangrel mumbled.
"Seems like Matthew is bullying your daughter, Emmeryn." Tharja joined in as she left the young manakete behind to constantly rub her now swollen cheeks.
"That what it looks like." Gangrel replied while looking at the scene in front of him.
"What in blazes is that kid doing? It's clear that she's obviously not a sword type, so why is she fighting with one." Tharja pondered.
"Who knows. Maybe she just wanted to bond with her father. If I was in her body I would have definitely goe with something I'm more comfortable with if I wanted to beat my old man!" Gangrel said while letting out his famous cackle. Meanwhile a huge light bulb appeared on Tharja's head at the Mad King's last sentence.
"Heheheh." Tharja chuckled and looked to the former Exalt next to her. "Hey Emmeryn, I've just come up with a brilliant idea." Tharja said with a wicked smirk that shook the former Exalt. "How would you like to know what it's like to be a dark mage for a day?"
"Dark…mage?"
"Yeah. It will give us both quite a few advantages and…opportunities. Heheheh."
"I have…bad feeling."
2 hours later
Matthew safely returned to his tent. After 2 hours bonding with his daughter he felt completely exhausted, but somewhat elated that he was able to keep a smile on his future daughter's face throughout the entire experience. "If this is what parenting is like, then I want to have one right away." The tactician said to no one in particular. Thoughts of children however, would have to wait. Now was tactics time and he needed to complete what he left.
"Evening...my love." …Or it could wait. Matthew spun around to the sound of his wife's voice. She stood at the entrance of the tent in a…somewhat out of character stance. She stood with her legs slightly spread and her hands on her hips.
"Hey Emm." Matthew replied. "I was just about to go looking for you."
"Oh? Do tell what it is you wanted with me darling." Matthew's eyes widened as Emmeryn for the first time in weeks said a long and complete sentence.
"Wow Emm! That was a perfect sentence! Have you really changed that much since I last saw you?" Matthew asked with a smile.
"Something like that, but now is not the time to be worrying about such things. It's been a while since the last time we've seen each other, so how about we take this time to be more…intimate. Heheheheh." Matthew's smile immediately dropped at how his wife was speaking. Now his excitement was replaced with a glimpse of suspicion.
"Ummm Emm? I'm glad that you are speaking more fluently now, but what's up with your dialogue? Did someone teach you to speak like that?"
Emmeryn looked to Matthew with a seductive smile.
Emmeryn smirked and said, "Whatever do you mean darling? I'm the same loving wife that I have always been. Do you doubt your own wife, my love?"
"Ok. Now I KNOW something is wrong with you. Did you drink a potion or something?"
Emmeryn let out a small chortle.
"Oh my. What an imagination you have, darling! I would never consume something like a potion. Why would I need a potion? I've already captured your heart with my curves have I not?"
"Wait wha-" Matthew tried to process what he just heard Emmeryn say. Okay, that is definitely NOT something Emm would say. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Emmeryn slowly strut towards him with her hands swinging back and forward and hips moving distractingly left and right. Emmeryn was now standing in front of him with a seductive smirk on her face.
"What's the matter my love?" Emmeryn lifted her hand and rubbed it softly against Matthew's cheek. "Don't you like the way I am?"
Matthew gulped. "M-More than l-like, I'm a little creeped out. What happened to you Emm?"
"Hehe! Nothing darling! I'm just doing my job as a wife to make sure my husband NEVER cheats on me."
"C-Cheat? What are you talking about Emm?! I would never!"
Emmeryn pressed her body against her husband. Matthew's face turned crimson as his wife's soft and slender body pressed up against him.
"W-W-Wait a minute Emm! This isn't the place-" Emmeryn put a finger over her panicking husband's mouth.
"Shhhh. It'll all be alright. I promise to take veeeeeery good care of-"
"Stop!" Someone called from outside the tent.
Emmeryn and Matthew turned their attention to the voice. Matthew was surprised to see Tharja, of all people, saving him; from his wife no less. Emmeryn, on the other hand, looked displeased to see the raven haired dark mage.
"Why are you interrupting?" Emmeryn asked. "We were just getting to the good part."
Tharja looked to Emmeryn with pleading eyes. Eyes that both shocked and scared Matthew. Never had he seen Tharja make make anything but a seductive smirk or a hard scorn. What in Naga's name is going on? Matthew thought to himself.
"This...is wrong, Tharja!"
Matthew's eyes widened from the name he just heard. "Tharja?!" He jolted back, breaking free from the Emmeryn's grip on him. "What is the meaning is this?!"
Emmeryn smiled wickedly. "Nothing darling." She said while, once again, rubbing her hand against the tactician's cheek. "Just having a plain ol' day with your loving and caring wife." Matthew grabbed Emmeryn's hand and removed it from his cheek.
"That's enough of that. Why are you in my wife's body, Tharja?"
Tharja sighed while putting her hands on her hips. "Emmeryn wanted to see what it was like to be a dark mage." she explained. "Since her body is incapable of learning dark arts because of her Naga blood, I told her I would lend her my body to see what it's like. In return, I get to be in her body." Tharja smirked and cuffed Matthew's face in her hands. She looked back to Emmeryn before smirking and looking back to the tactician's face in her hands. "Emmeryn, if you want to have your marriage go anywhere you must be more assertive like THIS!"
Before Matthew could react Tharja pulled him down into a ruff French kiss. Emmeryn looked in horror as she watched Tharja use her body to passionately kiss her husband! Without hesitation Emmeryn bolted forward and separated the two faces from each other. Emmeryn looked to Tharja with fire in her eyes.
"Don't kiss my husband!" Emmeryn roared holding her hands out wide to shield her the tactician. Tharja licked her lips seductively while Matthew tried to recover from what he just went through.
"Whatever do you mean? It was YOU who stole his lips my dear, not me." Tharja exclaimed. "I was just doing what you really wanted to do. But I'm guessing that you wanted to do it yourself right?" Emmeryn face turned a bright pink as her thoughts were exposed, then back to a frown to cover it up. "What is it? Are you upset that I can kiss Matthew better than you can?" Emmeryn's gritted her teeth at the dark mage as her eyes turned into that of determination.
"I...I can do it too!" Emmeryn turned around to her husband that was still zoned out from Tharja's "French kiss". Just when he was coming out of his trance he looked down to Tharja's original body as she grabbed him by his collar with shaking arms. She was redder than a tomato and she was trembling, but Matthew didn't need to have heard the conversation to know what she was about to do.
"H-Hold on Emm! Think about this for a-MMMPH!" Matthew's words was silenced by his lips meeting Tharja's original lips. His eyes widened as Emmeryn inserted her tongue into his mouth in, yet another, French kiss. Unable to think clearly anymore he dropped his arms to his side until their lips pardoned. His mind wasn't focused on the passionate kiss him and his 'wife' just shared, but it was now filled with only one sentence. I just kissed someone…that is not Emmeryn...
Emmeryn released her grip on her husband and turned to face Tharja with eyes filled with embarrassment and accomplishment. Tharja looked impressed, but her face showed joy as well.
"S-See," Emmeryn started. "I told you...I could do it!" Tharja started clapping slowly at Emmeryn's bravery.
"I'm impressed..." She said honesty before smirking at the triumphant blonde. "But did you ever stop to think just WHOSE body you're in before you took action?" Emmeryn looked to Tharja in confusion, then realization of what she had just done set in. She looked back to her husband in horror. Matthew had fallen to the ground and kept his mouth agape. He didn't even move an inch when Emmeryn crouched down and cupped his face in her hands.
"M-Matt! I-I'm so sorry!" Emmeryn stammered.
Tharja let out a wicked laugh. "Looks like I will NEVER forget this day. Thanks a lot for the memory Emmeryn." Tharja put a hand in the air and started whispering ancient words. Both Emmeryn and Tharja's thoughts went dark. A few seconds later they both opened their eyes. Emmeryn looked down to see her green robes again. She was back in her body! She looked back up to see Tharja approaching her.
"I had fun Emmeryn. We should do this again sometime." Tharja said as she walked past the former Exalt. "Oh, and you should probably comfort your husband. He doesn't seem to be in the right state of mind right now." With that Tharja pushed the flaps to the tent aside and left.
Emmeryn completely disregarded the dark mage and ran to her husband that didn't seem to see her approach. "Matt! S-Snap out of it!" She said while hitting him gently on the cheek.
"Wha-" Matthew suddenly came back to life and looked around the tent. "Wh-What just…. Oh wait. I remember." Matthew finally looked into the eyes of his wife that was filled with worry.
Emmeryn inhaled deeply before exhaling and looking down to the canvas of the tent. "I-I'm sorry…" She mumbled with a regretful tone.
"You don't need to apologize, Emm. It was mostly my fault for not protecting my lips better…" Matthew looked away from his wife in embarrassment and they both shared a moment of silence.
"…Did you…like it?" Emmeryn asked sheepishly with flushed cheeks. That one question completely forced the tactician to look to his wife in complete bewilderment that she would even say something like that. "Was my kiss…better?"
"U-Uhh I would…rather not answer that question since…you were in Tharja's body when you…kissed me…" Matthew said honestly as he turned his head from his wife and scratch the back of his neck.
They shared another awkward silence before Emmeryn spoke up again. "Then can I…try again?" She ask with pleading eyes that grabbed the tactician's attention and completely mesmerized him.
"I think...that would help me decide better." Matthew stated and reached out to cup his wife's face in his hands. They gazed shortly at each other before Matthew leaned forward to meet his wife's soft and divine lips. Unlike the sloppy kiss try shared just moments ago, this one was more passionate and less forceful. Both parties agreed with one another and their usual soft kiss moved to the next level when Matthew leaned further into the kiss and their tongues met. Emmeryn accepted the tactician's advances and let him have his way as she leaned further and further back until her back was against the canvas of the tent and her hovered over her. Emmeryn felt her body completely warm up the longer they their lips stayed together and their tongues met. It was everything she ever wanted and could even dream about, which is why she was quite disappointed when the tactician pulled away and looked into her squinted eyes.
"How about…now?" Emmeryn said to her husband between soft gasps of air.
"I don't know." He replied with a smile. "I think one more would definitely make me decide."
"Hehe! Stop making me wait!" Emmeryn giggled.
"I know I know. Your precious lips are soooo much better than any other woman out there milady." Matthew said in a playful noble tone that made his wife laugh. "Your lips is a treasure case that only my lips can open. I promise to use this key for you and you alone."
Emmeryn continued to laugh at her husband's tone before forcing herself to stop and speak. "I don't have…anything poetic to say…but I love you and…am only for you."
"And I'm only for you, Emm."
Matthew leaned down to continue their passionate moment. Emmeryn prepared herself for her husband's lips to meet her-
Both lovers were alarmed when they heard the flap to the tent open. "Hey father, I forgot to ask you when you are-" Naomi gasped when she saw the position her parents were in on the floor. Both looked at her with flushed cheeks and complete embarrassment. Naomi covered her eyes immediately and her face turned complete red. "I-I'm so sorry!" Without missing a beat the flustered young dark mage retreated from the tent and did not give her parents even a minute to explain.
"...I-I think we've done enough for today Emm."
"Y-Yes..."
A/N: This chapter was originally supposed to be out in Sunday, but as you all know life doesn't always go as you planned :/. I hope this chapter was to your liking! Not really good in the making out department, but I'm learning on the way! Just gonna say right now that I don't plan to write chapter 15 until probably Wednesday after my test on tuesday. I want to make sure I actually pass this time TT_TT. Unless the apocalypse happens, then the next chapter should be out next Saturday. (It's a long wait, I know, but bear with me please!)
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