Kn-knock-knockKNOCK!
Byleth stops all the paperwork she's trying to get done and hurries to open her office door. A small body flies into hers and she catches it with ease.
"Professor!" Flayn cries, almost actually shedding tears. "It feels as if it has been ages."
"Hey. It's always nice to see you." She sets Flayn down and finally notices that Rhea is amongst them, chatting with Seteth across the hall as they point at something in his office that never looks any different. Noticing Byleth's uneasy glance at Seteth, Flayn grabs her and his attention by shouting,
"Brother, come here this instant! Greet your archbishop." Seteth does stop what he's doing, but he looks a little peeved before holding out his hand.
"Good morning, Byleth. I have been informed you are doing quite well with all of your duties." Byleth hums and shakes his hand, ending it rather quickly. Seeing them be so stiff, Flayn and Rhea share a look before taking their respective person's arms.
"We are all family now. Why are you not acting as such?" Seteth sighs and adjusts his collar with the arm his daughter isn't holding.
"It's no big deal," Byleth cuts in, squeezing her fingers around Rhea's. The oldest woman kisses her wife's head, knowing exactly what she's doing.
"I believe these two need to loosen up," Rhea announces, grinning at Flayn who lights up. "What do you think we should do with them? Play a game perhaps?"
"Game?" Both Byleth and Seteth blanch.
"A game!" Flayn repeats. "How about a friendly competition then! Kickball! I vote kickball!"
"I suppose I should change out of my dress then," Rhea mumbles, glancing over her shoulder towards their bedroom.
"Sure," Byleth grins, "We can play kickball, just know I'm gonna win." Rhea flicks her arm, mouthing be nice. "I am being nice! I'm gonna let you two be on the same team." Seteth obnoxiously groans.
"I did not sign up for this silliness."
"Brother, mind your manners! You swore you would do whatever I wanted today."
"But I have to be on her team! That is–"
"Just what is so wrong about that?" Rhea interjects, using her commanding voice that sends a shiver down all three other people's spines. Seteth shrinks and walks next to Byleth, his hands behind his back and his eyes anywhere but on her.
"Understood."
"Heh. Weak."
"Says you," Seteth hisses at her, "You know how Rhea can get if you disobey."
"Why yes I do," Byleth snickers, hearts for eyes as Rhea and Flayn giggle with one another and decide who's pitching. Seteth rolls his eyes and puts a hand out exasperatedly.
"What is our team name?" he asks boredly.
"Uh. Well I have their team name," Byleth offers.
"What is it?!" Flayn excitedly asks.
"Team pointy ears."
"Argh," the three Nabateans huff at the same time. Byleth chuckles into her fist.
"Hey you guys all have cute ears, so why not?"
"It is quite the point of contention with children these days," Flayn explains sheepishly. "I always get nasty glances."
"I like them," Byleth insists, her hand on her hip.
"You would," Seteth mumbles, and the archbishop just stares at him.
"Yes," Flayn laughs, lighthearted as always as she spins on one foot. "You would love our ears." Only Byleth and Rhea seem to be the ones left out of the loop. Flayn brushes up against Rhea's arm before reaching to push some of her soft and luxurious hair behind one ear. "When you look at Rhea, you always swoon, professor! It makes so much sense that you like our ears so much when you seem to love every single inch of your wife." At that, Byleth hides her warm face by rubbing at it with the back of one gloved hand. She and Rhea share a passionate look before the older woman pats Flayn on the shoulder.
"Enough teasing," Rhea says, her smile so beautiful it rivals the overall atmosphere of grassy fields, rolling hills, birds singing, and the pinkish sky. "Let us meet at Gronder field in thirty minutes. Byleth, come with me." Seteth whines behind them as they hurry up the steps, hand in hand. The older woman strips herself of her clothes, and Byleth takes her crown off, leaving it on their bed. Once they get ready to head out, Byleth takes Rhea's hand, getting goosebumps just like the first time she ever got to touch the older woman.
"This is gonna be fun, huh?" Byleth casually comments, locking their bedroom door. Rhea beams at her and drags her forward.
"Of course it will be for Flayn and I since we shall be the ones who are victorious." Byleth scoffs.
"As if. We are going to kick your-" An hour or so later, she and Seteth collapse on the ground as she bleats, "We got our asses kicked, Seteth."
"Indeed we did." He has never sounded more exhausted.
"Thirty-one to sixteen!" Flayn repeats for the tenth time. Byleth and Seteth mope, sinking face-first into the grass. Rhea was a monster at kickball apparently, something they discovered quickly when she nearly blew Seteth's head off when he pitched her the first ball. She's a cheater, too! She yelled a ton of commands to Flayn and when Seteth called that out, she made sure to hit him square in the face "accidentally" on his next pitch. ...It was kind of hot, Byleth thought, but still terrible for her team.
"Things could have gone differently if you two actually tried to work together," Flayn insists, dropping to her knees at her father's side. All he does is grumble. Rhea pats Byleth, motioning for her to turn over onto her back, which she does with a great huff. Deciding to be cute now, Rhea lays on her front and rests her chin and one arm on Byleth's stomach. It's pretty endearing how Flayn coos at them when Byleth starts playing with Rhea's luxurious ponytail. Seteth doesn't bother looking up, but with a face full of grass he loudly declares that,
"We will have a rematch!" He slams the ground with an iron fist. "It is unacceptable that the archbishop loses! And as her first advisor," Byleth holds back a laugh, "And the vice president of our prestigious academy, I refuse to let myself off the hook." He gets on his knees in a hurry, looking Byleth dead in the eye, filled with determination. "Get up, professor. There is a battle to win!"
This time they wipe the floor with team pointy ears, and while the two women sulk face first in the grass, Seteth and Byleth slap each other's hands together before side hugging for the first and probably only time.
"We are legends," Seteth dramatically declares, his voice sounding like he is the narrator of a hard-core book of fiction.
"Yes. And we will stay that way because we are never playing a game with Rhea again." Both of them have a good laugh at that one.
Later:
"So, would you like to have sex tonight, Rhea?" The woman in question shakes her head with a laugh, putting their dirt covered clothes in the twill hamper.
"That would be three days in a row. Is that not a bit overkill?" Byleth whistles and leans back in her lounge chair, setting the scarf Rhea practiced knitting down on the side table with her glass of water.
"Honeymoon phase," the teacher simply remarks. Rhea bites her lip, knowing exactly what that does to Byleth, who groans appreciatively. "How can I not want you when you're so sexy anyhow?" Rhea smiles coyly over her shoulder as she begins to unbutton her top so she can change into her sleeping gown.
"Sexy, you say."
"Yes. Very. Of course I also find you heart-stoppingly gorgeous, but… yeah, I would be hard all the time if I had the right equipment."
"You can be so vulgar," Rhea sighs, shirking her top off to work on her chest wraps.
"I speak the truth. And it was funny," the teacher insists, her eyes running up and down the expanse of her wife's slender back. "Wanna turn around for me?"
"You are just about catcalling me," the older woman amusedly notes. Byleth purses her lips at that and guiltily averts her eyes.
"Oh. I'll stop."
"It is ok." Rhea spins slowly on her toes, bringing the cloth covering her chest down. "I really do not mind it if it is you after all. Look at me as you will." Instead of the lustful look she expected, Byleth's eyes soften, and they don't even fixate on her breasts, only on Rhea's face. Her old heart swells at the kindness and love she sees in those seafoam green globes.
"I was wondering if you'd ever make out with me in my old dorm room though." Just like that the crazy teacher flips all of Rhea's thoughts on their head (as usual). "It really is nice fantasy fulfillment, you know?"
"Sometimes you are beyond silly, darling." Rhea hops onto Byleth's lap, the younger woman immediately shutting up as massive breasts fill her vision. "Still I cannot say you are predictable."
"'Least there's that… I guess." Byleth cautiously runs her hands over Rhea's stomach, leaving gooseflesh in her wake. While she touches Rhea, Rhea touches her, rubbing the back of her head thoroughly and easing out all the knots, lulling the teacher to sleep. There's been something on Rhea's mind however, and anytime she sees Seteth for the first time in a while, it sort of… sparks the terrible memory all over again. Since Byleth admitted something so huge to Rhea, this small thing should be nothing to fret over and withhold from her loving wife.
"I have something to confess to you, sweetheart." Suddenly she's nervous, awkwardly shifting her weight between her legs before fully resting on Byleth's lap. "Before our first time together, I had not done anything like that in… what must have been around four hundred years ago." The professor quirks her brow, wondering why this is even coming up. They already agreed just because they've had sex before doesn't mean their time is any less important or impactful. "I do however remember who it was with."
"Who?" Byleth asks, figuring it will be some random noble from Enbarr or something. Edelgard did have green tinted hair. Weird. Rhea nervously smiles without showing any teeth and starts fixing the ends of Byleth's hair over her shoulder before saying,
"Seteth."
"WHAT?!" Rhea has to throw her bottom onto the arm rest when Byleth abruptly gets up and starts pacing in front of the lounge chair hard enough to put a hole in the rug. "RHEA, what in the hell–"
"I did not think you would take it this seriously," the older woman bleats, playing with the tip of her ear. "Is it too soon?"
"Gahhhh, it would never be the right time. I am so–ugh–that's so gross!"
"I was desperate," Rhea sputters, "It was not even good. We just worked so closely together and we were needy and–" Byleth violently shivers, imagining Seteth's face in the midst of it.
"At least he sucked," Byleth tells herself aloud. "It was quick right? N-not like us? We last for a good amount of time, right?"
"It–I mean that is very likely," Rhea mumbles. "Although at my age I care not about the time, just the way it makes me feel."
"Totally. But it feels better now, right? Hah." Rhea chuckles and snatches Byleth with her legs alone, pulling her closer even though the teacher pretends to fight it.
"Byleth you made me feel better than anyone ever has. I could not even make myself finish like I did that night with you." That seems to strike the right cord because the teacher seems to puff up with pride she's trying hard not to smirk about. And then she seems to realize it was Seteth she's competing against and her face sours.
"Ugh. Seteth. Just when I started to like him for a few minutes." Rhea laughs at that, pressing her face into Byleth's bicep. "I mean I'm sorry but he has to die now. Or else I've gotta get Lysithea to do some spell so he has the memories of your body burned from his mind. I don't want anyone knowing what you look, sound, taste, or feel like, NONE of it! You're mine and mine only." Hearing the passion in which she declares all of this is a bit more arousing than Rhea would expect it to be. She wearily smiles as she pulls Byleth in more, wrapping her arms around her too.
"You sound possessive. That does not seem commonplace for you."
"Damn right I sound possessive," Byleth growls, her hands firmly on Rhea's clothes hips. "You're mine and no one else can ever have you." Heat floods Rhea's waist and stomach, making her next move, kissing the underside of Byleth's jaw, a little more justifiable. "Did I tell you about my student I caught ogling you one time?"
"No. When was that?"
"That time you came in to let me know some noble from Faerghus was asking for me. It doesn't matter. But that day during training, I used him instead of the training dummy to teach the future war masters how to land more effective stomach punches."
"And he lived?!" Rhea balks.
"Hahaha," Byleth almost collapses on top of Rhea in laughter before sucking in a major breath just to say, "Mmm–Manuela was really mad that time–SNRT–haha."
"Byleth that is not acceptable," Rhea scolds, though her words seem a little less severe when she can't help but laugh if Byleth is. "Gosh, if I still stood as the school's headmaster I would have immediately called you in and sent you on some dreadful mission as punishment."
"Punishment you say. The only punishment that hurts me anymore is you saying we can't kiss or something."
"...I have no willpower to hurt you like that," Rhea jokes, pinching the professor's cheek. "Come now, let us sleep, darling. We have a lot to do with Flayn as you promised her." Scooping her hands under Rhea's behind, Byleth lifts the woman up, loving how she squeaks and rises to get Byleth to put her down before she drops her. The professor only lets her go when she tosses her onto the bed before launching herself on top of Rhea, the two of them giggling like fools until sobering up when Byleth unconsciously grinds her hips into Rhea at just the right angle to make it feel extra good. She smiles before sitting up between Rhea's open thighs and hooks her fingers under the waist of her wife's loose pants to pull them down. They have a thing about wearing outdoor clothes in bed anyhow.
"Do you think you know why you were having such a hard time being with me before?" Rhea brings one wrist up to her forehead while still watching Byleth, semi-drunk on the loving touch of her wife and the pants material sliding all the way off.
"I felt like we did not trust each other enough."
"...I see," Byleth hums, adjusting Rhea's legs so her feet are flat on the bed and her knees are pointing towards the canopy of the bed. "You were racking your brain about it for so long. How did you realize that was it?"
"When you admitted to me those things about your other life." Rhea's eyes shift, but she doesn't feel any sort of way about it right now. "It felt like I knew you so much better and that comforted me a great deal." Byleth slowly comes back over the top of Rhea, palms flat on the bed, their hips lining up perfectly (yet Byleth makes it even better by urging Rhea's legs to wrap around her lower back). The professor isn't tall enough to do this and have her face be equal to Rhea's height, but she isn't low enough for it to matter too much; all it takes is one of them leaning their chin up and the other down. "I feel safe with you."
Those specific words trip Byleth up for a second, but she pushes it down, moving her hips into Rhea's more purposefully this time. El said that exact thing to me at one time. She doesn't sulk over it, which is a step forward, she just smiles for a second, appreciating the memory while it lasts.
"I'm honored," Byleth agrees, dropping onto one forearm and tucking her other underneath Rhea's lower back so she can lift her up slightly. From this angle Byleth's bone should be rubbing against Rhea's clitoris directly, and her point is made when the Nabatean sighs and drops her head back. She does it a few more times before lowering her voice, trying to set a different kind of mood and asks, "Do you know what toys are? Like the phallic kind." Rhea nods, her lips still parted as she moves her hips back into Byleth. After one especially enthusiastic thrust, Rhea slides up to Byleth's stomach, pushing her shirt up, and even through her underwear Rhea is soaking and the teacher can feel all of that. By the Goddess, she is perfect! "I do have something we can use, although it is a bit advanced for only our third time together." Rhea bites her lip before stopping her grinding and letting Byleth go from her leg's hold on her.
"Want to show me what it is first? Then we can decide if…" Byleth excitedly nods and dips down to kiss between Rhea's breasts. Getting up, she realizes she herself is a little–more like a lot–aroused and ready. She reaches under their bed and pulls out a box with no apparent lock on it. "You had that there all along?"
"Yeah."
"...Hmm."
"It's new though. I've been saving it," Byleth explains, taking the top off. Rhea peeks into the box but doesn't get too close. Her eyes widen as she notices not just the glass toy but also the leather straps to the side of it.
"You can wear them now?" Rhea questions, genuinely impressed by humankind's horny ingenuity.
"Yup. Do you think you can fit this inside you though? I noticed you were pretty t-tight even with one finger last time."
"We can try it."
"Really? Are you sure?" Rhea shimmies up the bed and stacks her hips on their side as she motions for Byleth to get ready. Hell yes, Byleth cheers, getting to work in a mad rush, and all without forgetting the small rag for cleanup later. She's a little nervous Rhea will bleed so she makes sure to actually keep it higher up on the bed where either of them can grab it. It takes her a second to get used to wearing it but she can otherwise just pretend it isn't even there. First she moves back between Rhea's legs, only kissing her once before sucking her teeth and getting off her. "Actually, let's do this first. On your back for me please." Despite her age, Rhea never argues when people try to tell her things they think are new, and so she does as she's asked without a fuss. Byleth tucks one arm under Rhea's shoulders and then directs her to throw her leg closest to Byleth over the teacher's hip so she's spread open.
They both know Rhea's already soaked so the professor moves her hand between her legs rather quickly. She can't help but watch her own hand move as her middle fingers circles the older woman's clitoris a few times before playfully sliding up and down her lips, then dipping the tip of her fingertip inside her.
"Hh, please do not drag this part out," Rhea begs, putting her arm closest to Byleth around her shoulders as well. Now she has a nice grip on the back of Byleth's head where she can thread her fingers through that coarse hair of hers. "I am quite looking forward to–haaah!" The professor pushes her finger in right away, all the way to the knuckle.
"Hurts?"
"Not in the slightest." Byleth smiles victoriously before pulling out and circling up top again. She loves watching Rhea's eyes try to stay open, and her lower lips are so soft they rival even the silk robe she loves to see Rhea in. Not having too much patience, Byleth pushes inside, going from torturously slow to rapid speed without much strength in less than a minute. "Unnnh. You truly are skilled in–everything you–do." The teacher chuckles, kissing Rhea's chin before surprising her with two fingers going in. "Ah, that–that does sting just a little." Her hand in Byleth's hair constricts, but she doesn't pull the teacher away (her usual sign to stop).
"Keep going?"
"Yes." Byleth slows down significantly, for Rhea's comfort and also just so she can feel how soft and warm her wife is on the inside. She's hot enough to cook something in here, Byleth thinks, holding back a laugh by hiding her face against Rhea's chest so as not to embarrass her. "Are you laughing?"
"No," Byleth lies. "I'm just happy." Not a lie.
"Silly as always." Byleth snickers aloud this time, so at ease as her wife's walls tighten purposefully. "Give me a little more, if you will, darling."
"Mhm." Byleth looks down at Rhea again, gently grinning as Rhea bites her lip and rocks her hips in time with Byleth's quick pace. The squelching of her body on Byleth's fingers is amazing, giving her little ear-gasms again and again. It's just so wet, like infection inducing wet if she were wearing tight underwear. The raunchiest parts of the professor's mind thinks it's an extra good thing she's around and loves giving head, because Rhea can certainly ask her to clean up such a mess Anytime. She. Wants. "Let's do one more. Can you do that, baby?" Rhea twitches and gasps out her consent. Except Byleth groans in concern when her fingers only get about halfway and she can genuinely feel the opening of Rhea straining to go wide enough.
"Wait," Rhea hisses.
"Ok."
"Give it a second and then… then I should be able to take you."
"I dunno if–"
"-I would love to have you in me, Byleth." The teacher's eyes widen at how utterly hot that was and she nods dumbly, waiting for Rhea now. "Go," she says a minute afterward. Byleth straightens up on her elbow, using a bit more force than the last time to get inside. She winces for Rhea as the older woman groans in pain before she suddenly has no resistance. The whole thing is so damn arousing that Byleth can't help but jerk forward, the glass toy rubbing against Rhea's hip and over some of her stomach. "Sheesh."
"Feels ok?"
"Feels divine," Rhea breathes out in a warm moan. "The stretch is so nice." Byleth smirks and picks up the pace again, but she doesn't try going too fast, she could really hurt Rhea and it's not worth it to either of them.
"Imagine when this thing is inside you instead," Byleth taunts, lowering her voice to almost whisper as Rhea actively becomes louder with her moans. The teacher leaves a nasty red mark on Rhea's neck where everyone can see, even biting on her skin and pulling. Screw you Seteth. I hope you're the first one who sees this tomorrow. The hand in the teacher's hair pulls her in closer, a sharp thrill of being dominant zipping through Byleth's veins. She lives for these moments, she's realizing. "It's gonna get so deep, too. Do you like that sort of thing?"
"Mmm, yes. Anything you do I love~" she repeats, her voice almost gone before she can finish. Byleth starts to push in harder and pull out slower, using her crest to make it hurt just the slightest bit. Rhea gasps loudly and her back arches on the first push. "More, more."
"I thought you said this was hurting, Rhea. You sound like you enjoy that."
"I do," Rhea wheezes, her jaw falling open as Byleth pushes again, all the way to her three knuckles. "Byleth~"
"You're almost singing, just from this. Hah. You're gonna be screaming when I take you with this thing then." Rhea cries out when Byleth pulls out, and as payback for Rhea doing it yesterday, she presses those fingers against Rhea's tongue and demands her to suck them clean. "Come on now, taste how delicious this is." The ex-archbishop glares at her lightly and turns bright red, but she does it. HRRGH. Byleth suddenly gets tired of teasing and rushes between Rhea's legs, sighing in bliss as the woman under her wraps her long legs around the teacher's waist and throws her arms around her neck. She's sure that at another time Rhea would be so annoyed by such a comment, but right now she can't hold it back. "Ghh, if this thing that's about to fuck your brains out was actually mine, I think I'd probably explode within a second of being inside you." Rhea lets out the shakiest, dirtiest breath yet, and Byleth settles on one forearm and presses her other palm between the bed and Rhea's back. "Reach between us and guide it in, alright? T-take your time."
"Take my time, my ass," Rhea snaps back, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "You look like you might reach climax before I do."
"Nonsense," Byleth chokes, half believing it. Rhea kisses her, soft and slow and innocent, before she looks at Byleth and slips her hand between them, her knuckles running along Byleth's body before grabbing the head of the toy and–
"HH! O-ow, Byleth!"
"Are–" The teacher actually feels her hairs stand on end as Rhea's eyes glow green and her brows and shoulders curl upward. It's just like the other times they tried to get intimate; Rhea would panic so suddenly.
"H-hold me," Rhea whimpers, her tone and the one in the room completely different now. Byleth realizes she's all the way in when she drops her hips forward and feels Rhea's clitoris on her mound, but she doesn't even know if that's a good thing. The professor takes her forearm holding herself up on the bed and tucks it under Rhea's neck while her wife's hands claw at Byleth's back. The professor kisses the Nabateans' jaw and cheek a few times, feeling terrible when she sees those eyes stop glowing but still shine with tears.
"What's wrong?" Byleth asks in her softest voice, kissing Rhea again.
"Like you, I have memories I forget, and some that I wish I could forget forever." The older woman swallows, looking like she's holding back a whimper. "The time before Seteth was not a positive experience and it just–it scared me feeling the pain all at once like that."
"I-I didn't know something like that happened," Byleth offers, her voice monotone as she tries to process that someone would hurt Rhea like that. If she could turn time back far enough, she thinks that that person would be staked and set aflame.
"It is not something I wanted anyone to know, and I nearly forgot about it. I apolog–"
"-Don't you dare apologize. Don't you dare." Rhea's expression changes from fear to subdued acceptance. "Let's stop here for the night. I don't want it to be remembered like this for you." But when Byleth moves to pull out, Rhea's legs tighten around her like a vice grip. "R-Rhea we shouldn't push this."
"...You are right. Yet this is not pushing it." Her larger palm lovingly caresses the side of Byleth's face, her thumb rubbing the younger woman's temples. "Everything felt amazing. And I am still excited enough to continue. Just go slow." The professor wrinkles her lip in thought, and Rhea smiles at her, her eyes still wet. "Make love to me."
Nothing in Byleth's memory has ever been like this. And it's… it makes her entire body feel like it's alive for the first time in this life.
Getting on both forearms, Byleth just barely pulls out, her and Rhea's eyes locked on each other, lost there. She does the same slow movement for another minute before pulling out a little more, then almost all the way, before moving in again. Rhea's breath is hot against Byleth's face, but that almost stops when Rhea's head naturally falls back after a quicker thrust in. Not wanting that, the teacher slips her hand under Rhea's head and angles her back, smiling in greeting. Rhea greets her by using her legs and encouraging Byleth to move even faster. By no means are they moving quickly, and they are far from rutting against each other, but what they are doing feels entirely right. The professor decides to get up on her palms now, wanting to try a new deeper angle, and it must hit Rhea just right because she arches high enough for her breasts to press against Byleth.
"That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Byleth preaches. Rhea laughs loosely, her head turning to the side and her hair splaying out further along the pillows and sheets. What a sight. How is she not the true Goddess among men? Rhea's wrist comes up to her temple while the other stays wrapped around the back of Rhea's neck, leaving her completely open and vulnerable (something that wouldn't be the case if they weren't making love and just fucking each other senseless). Again Byleth feels this weightlessness, this intense sense of feeling needed, feeling loved and like she must show the love she has because the woman below her deserves that. Rocking her hips into her wife is easy, innate, the object not just feeling like an object, but an extension of her own body as it moves exactly how she wants it to.
"F-faster."
"Anything you want." Her own breasts giggle upward with every thrust and grind into Rhea, but they don't compare to how nice it is to watch Rhea's breasts bounce. Almost like another being takes over her, Byleth drops her head down and sucks on them without sacrificing her other movements.
"How are you so good at this?" Rhea cries, pushing her chest up into Byleth's mouth. Rhea worries she might actually pass out from all of these stimuli. "MMM! B-Byleth, Godde–hah! Byleth!" The teacher sniffs happily as she cracks her eye open and sucks a little harder, moves a little faster. She feels a splash from Rhea down low on her stomach, knowing she must have ejaculated like last time. Byleth is very into the idea of that being the case. She shouts out an expletive and slams the hand from Byleth neck onto the headboard, cracking it instantly. They both wince when they look up and see the damage but… fuck it.
"It sucked anyway," Byleth babbles cheekily. Rhea just moans. And moans. And moans. Deciding to change things up a bit, Byleth tucks her knees under Rhea's bottom before putting her weight on her knees and pulling Rhea further into her lap. The older woman seems to grow accustomed to it quickly, adjusting her feet so they're flat on the bed and her knees are pointing up. She blindly reaches for a pillow and gets it under her head just in time for Byleth to lean forward onto one palm and start thrusting in fast. The pain is sharp but it feels amazing this time, and something inside of Rhea is popping but she likes knowing Byleth is literally rearranging her insides.
"Sweetheart–"
"Yeah?" Byleth answers, the both of them bouncing with every thrust that's honestly hypnotizing to watch.
"You are unbelievable."
"You–" she jerks in, "Too–" jerks out. That quickly now. Neither of them can even think except for names, swears, moans, and pants. "Look at you. Debauched. Fucked out. I–love this."
"Get me there," Rhea begs, both of her hands on Byleth's breasts so the professor can feel at least something. The teacher's eyes shut and roll into the back of her head as Rhea tugs on her nipples brutally, but that doesn't stop her from grabbing both of Rhea's hips bones and fucking the absolute life out of her. "HH–" Noise literally cannot leave Rhea's mouth as she watches and feels Byleth pleasuring her body better than anyone, including herself, has ever done before. Tears literally stream down the sides of her face as she cums with her chest and chin high, her hips fucked into the bed, her voice nonexistenent as wave after wave of her orgasm floods every part of her body, leaving massive goosebumps on her smooth flawless skin. It's only after her orgasm stops that she screams Byleth's name with the very last of her breath.
"W-WOW," the archbishop cries, her face just–the definition of shock as Rhea stares up at her, breathing so hard her chest is convulsing. "Was it really that good?" Rhea, sounding absolutely mad because how can she not be after the sex they just had, dies laughing until she's crying into the bedsheets. Byleth uses this as the time to pull out and clean herself and Rhea up.
"Ok. I–haha–seriously have NEVER in my life–pfft, hahaha." Byleth mumbles under her breath, still cleaning Rhea up between the legs. As soon as she finishes she drops down onto the bed and Rhea jumps into a seated position to throw her arms around her wife. "I may have said this a few times within the last few days but I swear on my mother's name that I have never once felt that mind-numbingly satisfied in my life." Byleth sheepishly smiles at the floor. She has no choice to believe it because this is so not Rhea-like to be giggling like a little girl and hanging off of her neck like a drunken maiden.
"I… don't know what to say to that," Byleth quietly admits, bringing her hands up to her wife's arms. "I'm just so glad I made you feel something."
"Words will never be able to express the extent, love. Goodness, Byleth. I love you so very very very much."
"I love you too, wife. I really do."
The sheets are soaked which really embarrasses Rhea, but Byleth doesn't care and she just lifts the older woman up, setting her in the lounge chair and handing her a nightgown while she changes the sheets. Once they finally can cuddle under the duvet, they do, but then they're just about asleep and Rhea springs up.
"I have yet to touch you! Again I neglect you. Lie back, I have to put my mouth to you and pay you back–" While she says this she's slurring from how exhausted her body is, and Byleth just pulls her back down, which is far too easy for someone who is stronger than her.
"Go to bed. We can handle it another time."
"Promise me," Rhea mumbles, already half asleep and face down on her pillow.
"Alright."
The Morning After:
Knock, Knock!
Flayn's door swings open with a start, and the bubbly woman comes skipping out, her hand intermingling with Byleth's for just a moment. The teacher is the one who shuts the door for her, grinning at the energy she exudes.
"Professor, I am so excited to sit in on your lessons today! I have always loved listening to your tips about lances versus other weapons especially."
"Sure, I'm glad they helped you." Byleth offers her arm to Flayn who takes it with a giggle as they walk towards the Black Eagles room. Hanneman, still teaching the Blue Lions, waves to Flayn politely before entering his class and shutting the doors. When Byleth and Flayn enter, all of the young Empirical students jump out of their seats to greet their teacher before freezing up at the sight of the green haired "young" girl. "This is Flayn, she was an original member of the Black Eagles that I taught." A few of them get very excited by that, but some others seem to uncomfortably look away. There are only two seats open in the room, one of them permanently off limits (Edelgard's old seat). Flayn is offered the latter and the boy she's sitting next to immediately bows his head at her. Noticing the mishmash of auras, Byleth decided to speak up.
"I have purposely never brought this up," Byleth starts, peaking the interest of her students because she usually gets straight to business with the text they were supposed to read the night before. "But… There was a major issue when I brought this school back and left the Black Eagles house intact. The fact that I even teach young Empirical students is one I hear about constantly. It's very possible your parents fought against me in battle, it's very possible I could have killed them-yet you all still came here." Byleth rounds her desk, standing in front of it with her hand on her hip. "I believe you all, despite your statuses and your homes, rise above those marks to your names. After all," Byleth smiles wearily at the empty seat, "Being the underdog was what your most influential leader to date was rooting for, in a basic sense." A few of the students gawk, surprised that someone of the church would ever even bring her up.
"Outside of this room," one of the students says, "We are encouraged to never talk about Emperor Edelgard, you know?"
"By who?" Byleth asks.
"Well… a lot of people." Byleth drops her grin and sighs.
"Give me a list and I will talk to them personally. This school is not about status anymore and they shouldn't be judging you on where you're from either." Another student, a girl with hair just like Bernadetta, raises her hand. "Yes?"
"Our Emperor was influential… sure. But if I may be so bold, you, professor, are even more amazing and legendary! There is no one else to ever exist that is like you!" Byleth shakes her head, flattered but-
"Y-yeah, it's true," a bright boy interrupts, nearly jumping from his seat. "When I enrolled and saw that the unification archbishop herself was still teaching, GAH I just about lost my friggin' mind! My siblings are so jealous, and they can't wait to be old enough to come here too!" Flayn laughs, throwing off some of the students.
"Oh no no, do not mind me," Flayn pleads. "I just enjoy seeing my old professor so flustered. It is quite cute."
"I'm not flustered," Byleth argues, rubbing at her face while one of her students who reminds her of Dorothea in looks and in attitude aww's at her.
"Yes you are," Flayn insists, "You are even blushing."
"No I'm not!" Byleth cries, turning her back to the students so she can start writing on the chalkboard. The room becomes alight with laughter and whispers and-it's nice, really. Byleth always liked the energy of this room and… it is still that way.
When the school bell rings, Flayn and her chat about the lesson and which students seem promising in what classes. When they get around the greenhouse area, Flayn spots her father and says to Byleth,
"I will find you later then. Perhaps I can get my brother to fish with me on the dock for old time sake." Seeing Seteth, Byleth instinctually turns away, but she agrees, she has a massive chunk of work to do regarding Faerghus anyhow. The teacher takes the long way back to Jeralt's old office, walking past the dorms and picking up a stuffed bear she knows belongs to a Blue Lions girl. She drops it off outside of her door and grins before she stumbles past her own dorm room left empty except for a few swords and axes. The school was able to fill every slot on the student roster, but Byleth's room and Edelgard's old room were left empty. The emperor's in specific was left that way because most of the staff considered the room to be a bad omen, something Byleth laughed at quite often. So what, being a powerhouse is a bad thing? Staring at her old door, she's caught off guard by the sound of movement inside. Wait, this is always locked. She frowns as she turns the knob.
"Excu-Rhea?"
"Ah, love? How odd of you to come here and not-" Rhea clears her throat, fluffing the pillow on the bed that looks like it was freshly made up. "Anyhow. I… thought I would stop by and dust things off." Byleth notices that on her old desk there seems to be a few treats and a vase of fresh flowers. Then her smile lights up.
"Are we having a tryst in here?" Rhea rolls her eyes behind closed lids and sits down on the bed, her shoulderless dress a beautiful indigo color reminiscent of Byleth's natural hair. "You look wonderful."
"Oh, thank you, darling." Rhea holds her hand out to point to the food and offers it up, but Byleth instead grabs her hand and places kisses all over it. "It tickles when you kiss me like that," Rhea complains lightly, trying to pull away while Byleth follows, nipping at the older woman's wrist.
"Your skin tastes better than any treat," Byleth whispers while kissing up her wife's arm and then resting her chin on her shoulder.
"Thank you, but I wish for you to eat before you go off to work." Rhea smiles as she runs her hands over Byleth's back, rubbing into any knots. The younger woman hums, wrapping her arms around Rhea's waist and squeezing her because she has to. "This was just a small surprise for you. That is all."
"And here I thought you were actually going through with my little request from last night." Rhea giggles into Byleth's ear, teasing it with a bite. "...Wait."
"Mhm."
"You are everything," Byleth heaves, gaining a second wind and kissing madly at her wife's neck. "May I leave marks on you? I-I would really like to see them with this dress." Rhea runs her hand over the side of her neck, contemplating it.
"As long as they aren't dark enough to last multiple days… yes."
"Thank you," Byleth murmurs, taking Rhea's face and caressing it as she sucks on her long neck. "Wear your hair up today."
"I am not so sure about that," Rhea tells her, wise to what her little wife is trying to do. But then Byleth bites down, and it feels so good she nearly tumbles off of the bed. "Oh, that is-" Byleth does it again, licking at the bruise.
"Wear your hair up."
"As you say," Rhea relents, not even caring if Byleth just keeps doing that. Well the teacher can do her one even better, because she licks up to Rhea's jaw and then bites every inch of it until she gets to the other side where she then kisses her cheek and rubs all of her fingertips into the back of Rhea's head underneath her thick hair. "Mmmm, darling this was supposed to be about you."
"No it wasn't," Byleth says, kissing up the bridge of Rhea's nose. "I always wanted to cherish you in this room; give back to the school and you to thank you for the things I have here." For that, Rhea lifts her head up and presses her lips to Byleth's.
When they finally do leave the bedroom, the two of them part ways and Byleth gets to work in her office. She's in the middle of signing off on a major deal with Faerghus when Seteth comes in.
"Byleth, I was hoping to help you work on-" He sees that she is busy and he bows at the waist. "I apologize, I did not mean to interrupt you."
"It's fine." He nods, and she nods back.
….
….
"May I ask how things are going? I… know I have not been of any help for the last few months, I just… Hmm. I am not sure I wish to explain how I have been feeling lately." For once he and Byleth share a similar train of thought. Byleth fishes through her filing drawer, pulling out a seven hundred page notebook and sets it down with a bang.
"Everyday after work I write down the progress of state dealings and matters within the church." He seems intrigued as he opens the cover. "You can find out every step I have taken there. But, as of right now, the place that remains the most fractured is Faerghus; they have no king, no prince, no ruler, and now the nobles who swore to protect the honor of Dimitri are squabbling." Byleth runs her knuckles against the oak desk, grinning as she finds a gash from a sword there. She knows it was from when she and her father had an impromptu training lesson on her birthday.
"What are you going to do about that?" Seteth asks, his hand under his chin.
"I have been asked to be made queen there." Seteth's eyes widen. "Rhea will come, of course. And I can finally give her a different life, one where she can truly start over." Seteth leans against one of the chairs, his eyes narrowed at a spot on the floor.
"Rhea gave you her position, and you will just toss it away so easily?" Byleth frowns at that, standing her ground.
"It was a spot to fill that I am not even suited for. I have no love for the church, for the Seiros religion-"
"-That is nearly blasphemy," he barks.
"My wife knows these things, and so does everyone else." The two of them stare each other down, not moving an inch. "I was a tool to her, to you, a cog in the machine. Now I am revered whether I like that or not. If I could just be a teacher, I would be, but there are duties I have now, and they may not align with what you suggest, but I am going to make my moves on my own."
"Who will run the academy, the church?"
"You and Flayn." He lets out a breath, unrolling his arms to let them hang at his sides. "Otherwise I do have replacements in mind. I know you have been here a long time, and it wouldn't be fair to expect you to stay here forever."
"...I would have no issue doing it, for Rhea's sake." Byleth sours a bit at that, regarding him as he shows no expression on his face. In the knick of time, Rhea walks in, holding a glass of water for Byleth.
"Am I interrupting something?"
"No," Seteth says, yet when his eyes land on Rhea, and then her neck, he just gawks. To be fair… it is pretty bad. He glares at Byleth afterwards, like she disrespected the Goddess by doing such a thing to her daughter, and like she doesn't understand the gravity of such an action. "What a child," Seteth whispers under his breath, hurrying away looking so angry that Byleth almost feels like she has been scolded. Rhea scoffs, looking a little peeved as he slams the door.
"How dare he walk out on you."
"It's fine. He was already getting agitated before you walked in." Rhea then notices the Kingdom's seal on a few sheets of paper splayed out on Byleth's table and she bites her lip.
"You told him about leaving?" Byleth nods. "There were times he believed more in this church than I did."
"Yeah and I told him he can take it, but he got all protective over you." Rhea tightens her jaw, gripping the desk's edge. "I'm so tired of trying to live up to people's fucking expectations," Byleth spits, her face exhausted.
"We have that in common," Rhea tells her, pulling Byleth until she sits down in the chair Seteth was in. "Listen, I have lived all of my life for other people. I am done with that, and I am not about to trap you in the same cycle." She sits in Byleth's lap, caressing her cheek as she goes on. "We will stick to our plan, and we will not abide by other people's rules. Agreed?" Byleth blinks, going from seeing Rhea, to seeing Edelgard, to seeing Rhea again.
To follow your own path… that's exactly what Edelgard wanted after the war ended. Wow. You two are so much more similar than you'll ever know.
Byleth smiles, squeezing Rhea and kissing a bruise softly.
"Yeah. Let's do that."