Sylvain could feel a cold chill in the air as he looked upon a landscape of burned forest and ash. The trees were barren and there was an unsettling fog over the plains. He was panting, as if he had been fighting all day, but there was no one there. No trace of life besides himself. His armor was full of dust and his hair was matted as he walked around in an empty landscape. The smell of burned flesh, the eerie silence of the world he was in, all of it, was unsettling. There was little light, as if it were a fresh morning dawn. And then that's when he saw it all. The bodies. The countless dead bodies belonging from everywhere. The faces of those he killed and the faces of those he tried to save.

He could feel himself hyperventilate, as he started to figure out he was the only survivor of this attack. He couldn't tell through the fog where this was, but it was like he was being sent a bad omen. The foreboding tale of annihilation being told through what he was seeing. As he shifted around his heart stopped; he spotted the sight of Lorenz's body. He was dead. Looking around in a panic he could see the classmates he met in the Golden Deer classroom also lay dead on the ground. Then he saw all of the Black Eagles student transfers, their corpses covered in blood. The Blue Lions students were among the last he had seen. His heart broke and his tears began to fall as he saw his friends Ingrid and Felix lying with their bodies mutilated as if they were devoured by a beast. His heart started to race, if they were dead...where's Byleth? He raced around the field desperate to find any trace of her. He yelled out her name, combing through the countless bodies to see her.

To his horror he found her body, her eyes staring at nothing and her usually pink lips were a sickly pale white. When he grabbed her body, it fell into ashes disappearing at the slightest touch. His heart stopped as he let out a guttural cry and curled into himself, desperate to cling onto any part of her. In the end all that was left was him and only him from the chaos of war…

Sylvain shot up in bed, gasping loudly, his sweat making his tunic cling to his skin. He was panting, just like in his dream when he quickly examined the room he was in. Right, Derdriu, they had come for war time negotiations. The last two days had been gruelling, and Count Gloucester while a lot more forthcoming than usual had been rather stubborn. If it wasn't for Byleth's continued support of Claude and her apparent representation of the Church of Seiros, I'm sure Claude wouldn't have had that much to work with.

The thought of Byleth shot a pain in his heart, thinking about her fate in his dream. He desperately looked over to where she was sleeping. He felt a sigh of relief when he could see her breathing steadily with a calm expression on her face. He brushed her hair behind her ear and gave her a gentle kiss to her cheek before letting himself sit on the edge of the bed to calm down. He needed fresh air, fresh air and a moment to breathe. He sighed, getting off the bed and walking to the balcony and opening the double doors to walk outside. The air floated through the room, the draperies dancing in the wind passing by as Sylvain took a step out onto the balcony's edge, smelling the salty air and hearing the waves crash upon the cliffs below. Had it not been for the meetings, Sylvain might've been trying to enjoy himself and Byleth by wading in the beach and visiting the shops and restaurants nearby. He made a note to himself that after this war was over to do so. If they both survive…

Damn it all, he thought to himself, he was so terrified about this war and the battles that they would face next. The Great Bridge of Myrddin was a bloodbath, but he knew from his own experiences that it usually got worse before anything got better, and it pained him. Sickened him. He was tired. Tired of being so battle weary and hardened. All he wanted to do was to run away, far away and never look back. But he knew he couldn't live with himself if he did. He was far too consumed by the conflict and too invested into creating a new better world. One that wasn't dictated by Crests and the archaic teachings of the Church. He could see that in the future that Claude and Byleth were peddling out, with minimal damage to the commoners. He hung his head low, bracing himself on the balcony's railing feeling another cool breeze hit his skin. He didn't even see a figure approach him from behind, gliding her fingers along his back.

Startled, he whipped around in a flash, "Huh?" he said, only to see that Byleth had awakened from her slumber. She was wearing a light pink nightgown with black lace trim, and a long silk robe over herself that matched her dress. She looked at him with a deep concern, her eyes making a solemn expression as she approached him once she saw he was no longer afraid of the person who frightened him.

"Bad dream?" Byleth asked. She already knew, but she always liked to be sure. She was growing accustomed to the fact anytime they engaged in a large battle, Sylvain's night terrors would come and they would come stronger each time that they pressed forward.

Sylvain's eyebrows furrowed and he gave a weak smile, "Yeah, they always are. I haven't had one pleasant one since this war started."

Byleth grabbed a hold of one of his hands, intertwining their fingers and squeezing it, "I'm sorry, I should've done something to help you before they started this time."

Sylvain shook his head, pulling her into an embrace, placing her in front of the railing and his arms wrapped around her waist. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, breathing in her familiar and soothing smell of vanilla and fresh blossoms from the bath she had drawn earlier in the evening. His heart accelerating in tempo at having such a tender moment with her, "I just need you here, now in my arms, to know that I...that we're alive."

Byleth on the other hand felt a shockwave in her body stir something inside of her that she hadn't felt in a long time. This night felt so...deeply electrifying and nostalgic. It reminded her of the night she spent in his quarters for the first time, allowing herself to be vulnerable to him, to allow him to show her a night of pleasure. This night felt the same, as she listened to his heavy breathing and the sounds of the waves crashing from below. She felt nervous, knowing this kind of thing, this act that she was about to initiate was such a large step, more so than the first, since it wasn't only her that was going to be open, but him as well. She thought about what Dorothea had said before, about this not being a goal but something you do when the time is right for you. Byleth was done beating around the bush, tired of holding back and was ready for this.

She quietly and slowly untied her robe, careful that her subtle movements didn't alert Sylvain. She dropped the sleeves down from her shoulders to drape onto her elbows. She felt the rush of lust fill her, choosing this time to act on it, not push it back. She turned around, feeling Sylvain's head lift from her shoulder, "Syl…"

Sylvain could feel his heart race, watching Byleth look at him with an intensity he hadn't seen in a long time. Surely she couldn't be asking this…? But the way she looked in her nightgown, with her breasts not confined by her bra, and the only layer standing between him and her was just a thin layer of silk. He felt himself gulp, "Yes, By?"

Byleth raised an apprehensive hand to his pecs, rubbing his muscles before gently pushing him back a couple of steps, following him with purpose, "I...want to feel alive with you." she spoke with her desire lingering on her lips.

"Alive? In what way?" Sylvain asked, as his breath quickened. He wanted her to say it, just once.

Byleth kept pushing him back into the bedroom, her eyes glazed over, "I want you to make me feel the way you did that night, before everything fell apart. Please allow me that, Sylvain, let's be alive for tonight and throw caution to the wind."

Sylvain grabbed a hold of her waist and pulled him flush against him, and with his free hand snaking its way onto Byleth's neck, "I want to hear what you want, I don't want just a metaphor from you Byleth." He spoke with a lust filled haze.

Byleth felt her breath falter, looking down before looking back with an intense resolve, "I want to make love with you, Sylvain. Not just exchanged favors, I want everything."

Sylvain eyes dilated at her words, "Are you sure? I need to know this isn't because you're trying to make me feel better. I want this to be something we agree on because you love me and I love you."

Byleth nodded firmly, "I need to feel your touch. I want this desperately, I want to be one with you. Do you?" Her eyes looked at him, begging for him to take the plunge.

Sylvain's inhaled deeply, "I thought you'd never ask." He lunged for her lips as she moaned against him. He grabbed onto her waist tightly, and let his tongue explore her mouth excitedly. This was happening, it was really happening. He could barely contain his excitement, as he could feel himself grow harder and grind his hips on Byleth's. He never thought he could feel so exhilarated by the idea of giving himself to the woman he loved.

Byleth's hands travelled all over his body, relearning what she remembered from their first night, trying her best to keep herself under control. Her lips danced across his as she made the first move and tugged his tunic, a nonverbal command for him to take it off. Sylvain broke away from her and hurriedly ripped the top above his head and tossed it across the room before attacking her lips again. She could feel his hands roaming over her chest and groping onto her breasts, kneading them firmly. She felt his desire and want in his kisses and his length poking her through his pants.

She pulled away briefly, looking into his eyes. They were darkened, fueled by his need to be near her. He was panting, and out of breath, their lips were swollen by their ferocity. She dropped her robe full on the ground kicking it away. Not keeping her eyes off of him, she began to drop the straps of her gown, giving him a teasing view of her breasts that were nearly uncovered. She smirked up at him, "Well, Commander Gautier, are you just going to let me undress myself?" She teased him.

Sylvain's face turned bright red, but he fought through his flustered state and attacked back with the same energy, "Well if you're going to use my rank like that, I may as well command you this time." He yanked her close to him, his lips hovering her own. Her eyes were filled with shock and excitement, when he leaned down to whisper aggressively in her ear, "Get that damned thing off, Byleth. That's an order."

Byleth shuddered, as she did as she was told, pulling the gown down her body, revealing her full chest and erect pink nipples. Sylvain growled against her lips, "There that wasn't so hard, huh By?" Sylvain bit her lower lip, earning a whimper from Byleth. He massaged her now exposed breasts, making sure to give special attention to her buds, playing with them tenderly as he traveled his kisses lower to Byleth's exposed neck to suck on her sensitive skin underneath her earlobe.

"Oh, Sylvain…" Byleth moaned loudly, with Sylvain groaning against her skin as he continued teasing and playing with her. Every little sound she made, drove Sylvain mad. How he had lasted the past few months without so much as a sexual favor for her or him was surprising since now he couldn't imagine not being able to do this. He felt the need to move down and please her in different ways, moving his lips down her neck and faltering to his knees, grabbing her waist closer to his face kissing down her breasts and hovering over her panties kissing the covered bits, watching as Byleth thrusted her hips against him and whining for more.

Sylvain chuckled darkly, "By, you're going to have to tell me what you want. No more acting shy, I need you to say it."

"Sylvain…" Byleth groaned, trying her best to pull down her panties only to be stopped by Sylvain.

"Ah ah, I want to hear it, Byleth." Sylvain teased, rubbing his fingers in circles on her sensitive nerves over the cloth, grinning wildly when Byleth whimpered.

"Sylvain, I need you to please me." Byleth spoke, her voice shaking under the anticipation of having Sylvain on her.

"C'mon, By, you can do better than that." Sylvain said, his fingers still working her.

Byleth moaned, "Sylvain, I need you to please me with your tongue, your fingers, everything. Please just do it!"

Sylvain smiled smugly, "Alright, love, since you asked so nicely. Get your ass on the bed."

Byleth did as she was told, landing on the bed on her back with her lower body hanging off the edge of the mattress. Sylvain got off of his knees, stalking over to her and leaned down to kiss her lips passionately as his hands slid off her undergarment. As it fell to her ankles, Byleth flicked away with a sharp kick, not caring where it landed as she ran her hands through his red hair and scratching his scalp. He groaned into her touch, and sank away from her, down to her her core, kissing her inner thighs. Byleth waited in anticipation to feel him, and gasped as she felt his tongue flick against her most sensitive areas. She writhed under his touch, grasping at her own breasts to play with herself, needing to feel more. That's when she felt his finger entered into her, making Byleth moan in delight. He continued to suckle her nectar and work his finger into her. She was enjoying this thoroughly, and when he added a second finger, she whimpered even more, panting as she could feel the familiar tightness in her that flowed down to her core.

"Sylvain...I…" Byleth breathing was erratic as was her moans.

Sylvain smiled against her, "That's it, Byleth, let go. I want to hear you say my name as you finish."

Byleth's climax came hard and strong as she shouted out, "Sylvain! Sylvain! I'm-" She moaned deeply as it claimed her utterly and completely. It felt better than the last time they did this, maybe because she was finally allowing herself to be comfortable with him. Sylvain, satisfied with her response, wiped her juices off of his mouth climbing back onto the bed to claim her lips again. Byleth welcomed him with a grateful enthusiasm, intruding his mouth with her own tongue. Sylvain clutched her close to him, grinding against her hips and grunting at the feeling of her near him. Byleth parted from him for a brief moment, looking at his disheveled face, high on the feeling of wanting.

"Syl, lie down at the top of the bed." Byleth spoke huskily.

Sylvian smirked, rubbing her hair back, "Is that a request?"

Byleth, in a rare stroke of confidence, her smile turned into a smirk, "That's an order, Commander Sylvain, as made by your acting Archbishop. So you better get to it, Gautier."

Sylvain's eyes widened, but he nonetheless did as she said and laid down on the pillows with his eyes alight with desire. Byleth hovered over him and grabbed his neck to pull his lips into an intense kiss. Sylvain wasn't used to Byleth taking control in these types of situations, but damn did it send a thrill in his bones that travelled south. Byleth broke away and smiled at him sweetly, then peering down at his muscular chest and abs. He had certainly built up in the last few years, but alongside that was a multitude of scars, small and large. One in particular caught her eye, the one on his arm that he used to protect her all of those years ago. She must've looked sad, as Sylvain's hand softly stroked her cheek, "I'm still here, By. It's okay.", he spoke softly. Byleth smiled capturing his lips again trying to recapture the fire that she nearly extinguished. Sylvain passionately embraced her and kissed her with such hunger that the excitement was reignited. Byleth trailed her kisses down his cheek and to his chest, taking care to kiss the most jagged and jarring of his scars. Scars that he must've earned while protecting his friends and loved ones.

As she reached his abs, her hands fumbled to pull down Sylvain's pants. He lifted his hips slightly to help her, as she pulled down his nightwear and briefs in one fell swoop. She looked down at him, studying his length, grasping him the way she remembered. She could hear his sharp inhale and the sound of her name escape his mouth. She steadily pumped him up and down, watching his reactions, turned on by his grunts and groans. He was clenching his teeth and eyes tightly trying to keep focus, and not finish before they even got to the best part. Which was going to be increasingly difficult when he felt her tongue lick the tip of him, tasting him for the first time. Sylvain lifted her head, "By, you don't-"

Byleth shook her head, "If you say I don't need to, I know. I want to, Syl, I want you to feel as good as me. Do you want me to?"

Sylvain froze before nodding, "Just…tell me if you don't want to anymore."

Byleth smiled as she continued to lick him from base to tip, using some of the tricks that Dorothea had said in passing to her. Sylvain moaned deeply reaching for her hair, holding onto her green locks and gripping them tightly. Byleth decided that was enough teasing and took an inhale to steady herself as she wrapped her lips around him.

Sylvain grunted loudly, bucking his hips upwards into her throat, "Hnnngghh! Byleth.."

Byleth released him, worry crossing her face, "Was that not good?"

Sylvain choked out a laugh, "Heh, no it actually felt too good...please don't stop."

Byleth pumped him a bit, but did not put her lips on him quite yet, enjoying him begging for once, "You're going to have to be more specific, love, I don't do well with not knowing what you want."

Sylvain whined, "Oh now you're playing dirty, By"

Byleth licked his tip once again, drawing another whimper from him, "Come now, Sylvain, you're usually more talkative. Tell me what you want from me."

Sylvain's grip tightened on her, "Byleth...I want you to please me with your mouth. Take me deep inside."

Byleth cooed, "There that wasn't that hard now was it, Syl." Byleth pumped him just a few more times before taking him in her mouth as deep as she could. She heard his guttural moan, as she bobbed her head up and down. Sylvain was trying so hard not to finish the moment that her lips were on his member. He just tried his best to enjoy every ounce of pleasure coming from Byleth's motions while not exploding on the spot. His breathing was getting more intense, he could feel himself get closer and closer to the finish line and that's when he firmly tugged on Byleth's hair. Byleth released her mouth from him, looking at him quizzically.

Sylvain smiled tenderly, pulling her up his face. In his own excitement, he forgot to truly admire and love the woman above him. Goddess, not once in his life did he think that he would fall for someone like her. Hell, he didn't think he'd have anyone that he loved, but she came into his life and changed it forever. And now here they were caressing each other, with Sylvain willing to put his full trust and confidence into her, quite literally. He wanted her, more than anything, and he wasn't willing to give up one more second to not feel her. He grabbed her face and tenderly kissed her lips, feeling her hum in approval.

He broke away from her lips, "Byleth.." Sylvain said with deep devotion

"Sylvain…" Byleth responded in the same way. Her eyes glittering in the moonlight. He cherished this quiet moment between them before he took the plunge.

"Byleth, you sure this is what you want? Once we do this, there's no going back." Sylvain asked her sweetly.

Byleth's smile was warm and open, "I know, and I'm sure. I've been afraid of displeasing you but I think I need to face my fears and give into my desire for you. What about you?"

Sylvain chuckled against her lips, "There's no one else I trust more than you, I'm ready whenever you are." Their lips met once again in the same passion as before. Sylvain looked her in the eyes and pulled away to ask a simple question, "Now, do you want to be above me or below?"

Byleth pondered a moment before answering, "I can take the lead first." She spoke as she lifted a leg over and straddled Sylvain just above his throbbing member. Sylvain took in her naked body being illuminated by the moonlight. Byleth looked so ethereal under its glow, almost as if she were a goddess divine. She looked tense, but he knew she was just trying to understand if she was doing this right. She grinded against him, her own wet center glazing over him sending a shockwave of pleasure through him. Excited by his reaction, she smiled grabbing onto his length and lining it up with her own entrance.

She looked at Sylvain, to see if he didn't want to continue. Sylvain nodded his head in encouragement, "Byleth, it's okay. If you start to feel pain however, we can stop whenever. I know sometimes girls can feel uncomfortable during this. I'm ready, love."

Byleth took a deep breath and slowly she lowered herself onto him, feeling him stretch her heat the further down she went. Both of them moaned in pleasure at the feeling of being joined together. Byleth felt a twinge of pain, her walls were still pretty tight and the intrusion of Sylvain's length made it a bit difficult for her to settle all the way down. Sylvain was trying his damndest to make sure he didn't lose control in this moment; as much as he wanted to move faster, he knew Byleth needed to get used to him. He gently grasped her hips and helped her gyrate her hips to open her up more. Byleth moaned loudly as Sylvain panted, his pleasure was starting to overtake him.

Byleth finally sat flushed against his hips, Sylvain was completely inside her and it felt more amazing than either of them could have ever imagined. Byleth looked at Sylvain, looking for the encouragement to continue.

"Are you okay, By?" He grunted out.

"Yeah, I'm more than okay, hehe. Are you?" Byleth asked as she whimpered, desiring to hear him want more.

He nodded, "Not in pain?" Sylvain managed out.

"No, not anymore. Sylvain...please I need to move." Byleth begged as she leaned down to kiss him.

Sylvain moaned, "Please...do it, Byleth. Make love to me."

Byleth sat up and started to move her hips, using the same motion that Sylvain had directed her before. She started to make small gasps and whimpers, repeating his name on her lips over and over again. Sylvain placed his hands on her hips, moving with her into a steady rhythm that was neither too fast nor too slow. He wanted to relish this feeling of being one with her, feeling her walls around him. This was more than he could've hoped for, the overwhelming desire flowing out of the pair was almost too much. He lifted his torso off the bed and started to move his hips with her earning precious mewls from her mouth that he captured on his lips. She broke away to give out a loud moan

"Oh Sylvain, please don't stop." Byleth pleaded, her eyes peering into his own.

"I don't think I ever could, Byleth...hnngh." He groaned as he could feel her walls growing tighter by the second. However, he knew even though they had engaged in enough foreplay, he wouldn't be able to last long. This was their first time, and his own climax was chasing after him fast.

He quickly flipped them over, so he was on top. He crawled up her body, suckling on her breasts and then her neck, hearing her gasp his name. He attacked her lips with intensity, letting her tongue in his mouth as he lined himself up to her entrance once again and thrusting deep inside her.

"Byleth!" He moaned out, "I..ah..I won't be able to last long...but I want to make you feel good as well." He started thrusting into her in a slow pace, careful not to hurt her, even at this angle.

"Syl...mmm...please, let me finish with you." Byleth whispered.

He looked at her in shock, "Are you...are you sure?"

Byleth caressed his cheek, "I am."

Sylvain smiled wildly, and took her lips again as he resumed thrusting into her. The thrusts started to become faster and with that the pair's cries of pleasure rang through the room, echoing off the walls. Sylvain could feel his end nearing, so in an effort to speed Byleth along, he took one of his hands and started to rub circles on her clit. She whined and started to chant his name as if it were a prayer. He pounded deep into her, panting against her lips watching her face contort in delight.

"Sylvain...I'm close…" Byleth said as her hand reached for Sylvain's free one.

He intertwined their fingers bringing their hands above her head, "Me too...together right?"

"Yes...please, love." Byleth voice strained, feeling her core tighten up. Sylvain knew that he had to work a bit harder to get her over the edge, so his ministrations to her bundle of nerves became faster along with his thrusts. She started to scream out his name, her moans grew louder and higher pitch, until finally she began to unravel and her walls clamped down on Sylvain's member.

Sylvain couldn't take it anymore and as he began to move erratically on top of her, he felt his release pool into her, shouting Byleth's name. His warm fluids travelling inside of her and coating her tender walls. Sylvain collapsed on top of Byleth, both of them panting and trying to catch their breaths. Sylvain lifted his head from Byleth's chest and placed his forehead on hers. Byleth looked up at him, his face was just as red as his hair. He opened his brown eyes to see Byleth staring up to him. He gave a short laugh as she giggled, kissing him tenderly. A peck that was more innocent than the actions preceding it.

"That was…I've never experienced anything like that," Byleth said breathlessly.

"Hehe, yeah…me neither." Sylvain smiled, stroking her sides lovingly.

Byleth looked down shyly, "Did...did you like it?"

Sylvain kissed her softly, "Byleth, it was better than I would've hoped." He slowly started to remove himself from Byleth, causing the two of them to react at the same time, gasping slightly. Byleth could instantly feel his fluids leaving her as soon as Sylvain exited her, causing her to shut her legs together to stop it from flooding onto the bed.

Noticing this, Sylvain quickly walked over to the wash basin on one side of their bed, grabbing a cleaning cloth, and sitting down on the bed to clean up the mess he made. Byleth couldn't but look at him lovingly, admiring his amount of care that he was giving her. As he cleaned up the last bit, he tossed the cloth back into the basin and curled up next to her on the bed, wrapping their arms around each other.

He kissed the top of her head, "Thank you, Byleth." His face peering into hers.

Byleth hummed, looking into his eyes, "Whatever for, Syl?"

Sylvain smiled at her, "Before I met you, I'd gone my whole life not knowing there was a possibility that I could love someone and have them love me for me. So from the bottom of my heart...I'm glad we met."

Byleth kissed his cheek, "I only want you, Sylvain, not your Crest or your status. I'd do anything for you."

Sylvain chuckled, "I'm glad to hear that."

Byleth rested her head on Sylvain's chest, as he started to lay on his back looking at the ceiling, "Sylvain?"

"Yeah?" He replied.

Byleth's blush started to reappear, despite her daringness earlier, spoke softly, "What are your plans after the war? Are you going to return home?"

Sylvain sighed deeply, his hand rubbing up and down her back soothingly, "I'm going to be Margrave, more than likely. My father, while more than capable of handling the politics of his position, he can no longer fight."

"I...I see." Byleth replied, somewhat disappointed. That wasn't the answer she was hoping for.

As if he could read her mind, he pulled her on top of his chest to stare into her eyes, brushing the hair out of her face, "Why do you sound so sad, By?"

Byleth drew circles on his chest, nervous despite herself, "Where do I fit in all of this? I know Claude has a position in mind for me, but what about you?"

"Hmmm, what I want to do with you when it comes to future plans? Pretty dangerous thoughts for us, since we are in a war still." Sylvain teased, chuckling a bit.

"I know, but I just need to know." Byleth answered with determination.

Sylvain pecked her lips, "You really have a terrible memory, huh? You don't realize what courting is about or don't remember." He placed her forehead on his, looking more open and honest than ever before, "I don't want to let you go, not now not ever. And when the fighting is over, Byleth, I want something more permanent between us. Byleth Eisner, I want to marry you and build a better future for Fodlan with you."

Her eyes shined in unshed appreciative and happy tears, "You...you really are a fool! I hope that wasn't a proposal."

Sylvain laughed, "No, it wasn't. But if that's what you want from me…"

Byleth shook her head, "No, I want it when the time is right, and I want a proper one, not one we say to each other after a passionate night of love making."

Sylvain rolled his eyes, "Always has to be something perfect with you, huh?"

Byleth winked at him with a playful grin, "I expect nothing but the best from you."

Sylvain smirked at her, "Well, I hope I don't disappoint you, Byleth."

She fell to his side curling her arm around his waist and humming softly, "I'm sure you won't." She started to feel her fatigue as she yawned softly and felt her eyelids drop. Despite being so sleepy she asked, "What kind of future do you want, Syl, with me?"

Sylvain nuzzled her close, "I want to ensure that Crests aren't seen as the necessity as they are now. I want to build friendlier relations with the neighboring countries of Sreng and Almyra, I think Claude has the right idea about that. And…" He stopped himself, feeling more bashful for sharing his innermost thoughts about her.

Byleth lifted her head to stare at him, "And?"

Sylvain gave a short laugh, "And...I want to be at your side, as your husband, as we build that future for everyone...including any children we may have."

Byleth blushed, "You want children?"

Sylvain smiled, "Only with you, unless you want…" He looked away a bit embarrassed.

Byleth giggled, "I want them too, but preferably after the war is over, my love."

Sylvain grinned, "Good, though that doesn't mean we can't practice until then." He looked at her with a suggestive tone on his lips. He leaned down to give her a lingering kiss on her lips, clutching her face close to his. She smiled but Sylvain could tell Byleth was starting to feel slumber over taking her. "I think it's time for us to go back to bed, huh?"

Byleth nodded, "Mhmmm...I'm sleepy."

Sylvain lowered her to his side and gently spooned her naked body with his own, "Then let's go to sleep, love."

Byleth yawned, her voice slurring out, "I love you, Syl."

Sylvain snorted, kissing her cheek sweetly, "And I love you, By." He shut his eyes breathing in her scent and allowing his body to fall asleep. That night he finally had pleasant dreams, dreams of a future with her and the life they would have together. It gave him hope, hope that one day the fighting would be over.

The bright sunlight flooded the room, with the salty sea air breezing in and gliding over the bare bodies of both Sylvain and Byleth. He slowly began to open his eyes, sensitive to the morning light in their large bedroom. Remembering the events from the night before, Sylvain smiled brightly, as he looked down at Byleth's naked body. He began to kiss her neck softly, suckling a bit on her sensitive skin. Byleth started to stir awake, moaning at Sylvain's actions.

"Mmmm, Syl," She mumbled as she reached back behind her to stroke Sylvain's face.

"Good morning, Byleth." Sylvain whispered in her ear, huskily, obviously wanting a bit of a lover's tryst in the early morning light. He started to grope her breasts and nipples. Byleth started to mewl quietly, careful not to be as loud as she was last night.

"Syl...we have to get ready...mmm...for the meetings…ah." Byleth managed out as she tried to calm down her excitement.

"Mmm, they can wait, Byleth. I want you all to myself this morning." Sylvain growled as he climbed over her and diving into a searing hot kiss. Unable to control herself, Byleth wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. They were really starting to enjoy themselves, more comfortable now as the first time jitters were now over with. Sylvain started to pull her body closer to his, as his tongue intruded her mouth, growling lowly, hungry for more as his arousal grew. He was being selfish, but he really wanted every second of his life to be wrapped up in her.

As he was starting to please her, the door to their bedroom swung open as Claude strolled in with a light tone in his voice, "Hey, lovebirds, the meeting is going to begin in...an...hour…" Claude's voice trailed off as he suddenly realized he walked in on an extremely intimate moment.

Byleth gasped, grabbing the sheets to cover herself as she turned away in embarrassment. Sylvain, on the other hand, grumbled to himself glaring at the Reigan boy.

Claude chuckled sheepishly, "Oh, my apologies, Teach. I didn't think I'd stumble on a..private tutorial session."

Sylvain's eyes seared through Claude's, the most intimidating he's ever been, "Claude…Get. Out. Now."

Claude raised his hands in self defense, "Please don't stop on my account, I guess I'll see you two soon. Enjoy yourselves." Claude turned to leave shutting the door softly on the way out. Sylvain's head dropped as he groaned loudly, looking down at Byleth who currently had a pillow covering her very flustered face.

Sylvain spoke first, "He's gone, Byleth."

Byleth's voice whined out, very muffled from the pillow in front of her, "I am so humiliated. Of all people to stumble in on us, it had to be that jerk!"

Sylvain laughed heartily, "Well I can agree to that, he probably did that on purpose."

Byleth growled, "I would kill him, if he wasn't so damned valuable to us."

Sylvain gently removed her pillow to reveal her sweet and adorable face. He leaned down to kiss her cheeks, "Now, where was I?"

Byleth giggled, "I believe you were trying to please me, love."

Sylvain bit her neck, eliciting a moan from Byleth, "Alright then, we will have to be a bit quick about this."

Byleth sighed, "Then make it memorable, Sylvain Gautier."

Sylvain's chuckle vibrated against her, "That I can do, Byleth Eisner." He proceeded to go through the motions he did the night before, pleasing her thoroughly until they were both spent. After their morning tryst, they hurriedly made their way to the meeting for the third day in a row. And while they believed they're relationship was well concealed to the members of the Alliance roundtable meeting, they all knew about it at this point after hearing their passionate affair in the middle of the night.