She had always liked the smell of ivory. It was such a good clean smell, one they used in Nohr commonly, whether it be on fresh crisp sheets, or on newly washed clothing.

What Corrin always never liked was washing the army's soiled garments.

Often they were stained with blood and sweat, and once Corrin had finished scrubbing them, she herself smelt like dirty wet socks.

She soon discovered in her washing that her life in Nohr had spoiled her, as she found laundry now a constant struggle as a job that would often only take a normal person an hour to complete took Corrin hours on end to complete.

Although more than once, both Felicia and Jakob gratuitously extended their help,each time Corrin insisted she would be fine,and each time, she regretted it instantaneously. Most commonly the regret would hit her as soon as she began to wash a nasty blood stain, which would refuse to exit the cloth regardless of how hard she pounded at it with a rock.

The river was starting to become uncomfortably cold as Autumn began to approach, and the bitterness of a crisp wind had begun to pick up, leaving Corrin with chattering teeth and stinging toes as she continued to evade shoes while she washed the army's previously worn clothing. She ached for the warmth of summer in which her and Takumi could comfortably sit with their toes in the river, with the sun basking on them.

Corrin hated with a passion doing laundry, and often would try to avoid doing it as much as possible whether it be; bribery, avoidance, or feigning loss of the clothing, which would ultimately be found hidden underneath her bed or up in a tree. With a stern lecture or look from Xander or Ryoma, she would resentfully drag the bags down to the river after supper and wash them in the darkness whilst grumbling to herself about possibly being the only dragon kind in the world who had to do laundry.

For two weeks, she had been able to evade laundry duty, on account of not getting her hands wet if possibly, but now with her hands almost if not totally healed, she had no choice to return to her chores.

Not only did she have to wash the massive amounts of laundry, but she had to haul it back to camp to dry, which in turn would soak her, as the smell of socks soaked into her hair and skin.

Added with an aching back from being hunched over as she scrubbed the discarded clothing, it was as if her muscles simply screamed for a soak in the springs.

The hot springs always had such odd hours, as well as unconventional in Corrin's mind as well. It always felt like when Corrin had finished laundry, it was the men's turn to use the springs.

The cold air nipped at her thin damp undergarments she wore under her armor as she pinned the clothing up on the line, which in turn sent chills up her spine.

She enviously eyed the bathing house, dreaming of the heaven that the warm water beheld.

It was yet another hour until the women were permitted to go take a bath, and already, the darkness had be painted the sky.

It was a tough decision to make; a bath, or an early night's rest. Both of which were well deserved.

The laundry was hung out to dry in fairly minimal time, and Corrin still had time to kill. From what she had seen, no one had yet entered the bath in the time she had been in camp, that of which she had been watching so carefully.

Perhaps she could sneak in, and really, who would come in at this hour anyway? The camp was tired and serene, and Corrin assumed everyone already asleep, as she had only the crickets for company.

Corrin took one final glance around camp before making a bee line for the hot springs, eagerly awaiting the warm water.

-

The room was unusually hot that day.

It was nearly inhabitable with the humidity, and the steam was abnormally thick today. Just barely could Takumi see through it, and had to be cautious as he walked in fear of falling into the bath or slipping.

He preferred being alone like this. It felt since the war started, he never truly had a moment alone except to sleep, and even then, sleep had become rare and uncommon.

In his corner of the bath house, he was permitted a rare minute of solitude and time to relax.

Well. In theory.

Takumi heard the wet sound of padding that must have been footsteps on the floor, cautiously going forward with each step. Who could be coming in this late? He had purposely chosen to bathe at this time in order to have privacy. Takumi squinted as he tried to see who had wandered in, it caused his eyes a fair amount of strain on his eyes as he attempted to discover the figure that had stealthily wandered in.

The feet were the first sign that it was an intruder. So small and dainty, none of which could belong to a man, even Hayato.
His eyes trailed up the deliciously creamy athletically toned legs and his breath hitched. It was a woman. They were smooth, and not even a trace of hair was on them.

It wasn't as if he had never been exposed to a woman's bare legs before, but he had never seen it in such a manner that he'd know what laid in between her legs if he only looked up. His thudding heart interrupted any thoughts he may have had. He knew he should say something, if he had to do something, this would be the time.

He had tried to force out that it was the men's bathing time, he really did try but then the mystery minx had turned around.

He really wished she hadn't, and at the same time, was so grateful she did.

His throat ran dry as he stared at her trying to escape her damp underwear that seemed so insistent to cling to her full pert ass. Perhaps if she hadn't had such a fully rounded bum, it would have been easier to pull down, not only that, but the underwear seemed to semi go in her crack. How peculiar, wouldn't that be uncomfortable.

With an all familiar twitch in his cock, blood spread both up into his cheeks and his dick, in which he could only use a towel as protection to cover himself.

This was so wrong, so very very wrong. There was a very innocent, presumably attractive woman who had wandered in, and like a pervert he watched her with great intent and interest, instead of doing the right thing and calling out to her to leave. What if someone were to find out? He would never live this down.

The underwear was off and carelessly kicked to the side by those small dainty feet before making it's way into the water.

He was lucky a thick patch of white curls concealed the woman's sex or else Takumi was positive that he would die right there and now of a heart attack.

Takumi felt the guilt flood him as he grabbed his dick. He knew he should be saying something, on very wrong sick men watched women like this, and he was not one of those men. He was a man of moral and goodness, and...who was he kidding? He was shameful, and gross.

His eyes began to wander up as she entered the bath. Her face was still yet to be seen, but by Gods it didn't matter with a body like that. Not that he had any other bodies to compare it with.

He wasn't surprised that her breasts were equally as pert and perky as her full figured bum, although upon closer inspection, perhaps quite not as large. She was an absolute Goddess to him, although in reality only slightly above average in shape.

Her hips needed work though. They were strangely petite, and he could even slightly see the outline of her hip bones. He had only ever met someone with that small of hips once...and that woman was...no.

There was no denying it. It was her. This was even sicker than he could imagine, and yet,his erection failed to falter.

Innocently, she began to scrub her arms with soap and hum, and from there, he could clearly see her face, and the outline of her oddly shaped ears. He had never found her beautiful until this moment, and she was stunning.

Suddenly, they had locked eyes, she had seen him shamelessly stroking himself while watching her bathe, it was over, she would tell everyone.

Or so he thought.

She had exited the bath as soon as she had entered, and was approaching him, fluttering her eyelashes whilst sashaying her hips. What was she even doing?

Corrin eyed him with a smirk, one hand on her hip and licked her lips before dropping down to her knees and crawling towards him.

He hardly resisted as she gently took his hand off his cock and sat it down beside him before lowering her face down to her erect length before licking from the base up and then taking the tip in her mouth just to take it out with a 'pop'.

Takumi considered the wrongness of the situation if only for a moment until she took him in her mouth. He was sure this is what heaven felt like.

Skillfully, she bobbed her head up and down, as he took a fistful of hair and clenched his jaw, and closed his eyes with a guttural moan.

"Takumi?" Her voice echoed throughout the bath house, and reluctantly, he opened his eyes.

She was...not in fact in front of him, with her tantalizing mouth around his dick, but in fact still in the water with her arms tightly hugging her chest. She wasn't looking at him with seductive bed me eyes either. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He had never seen such an expression of such pure mortification on someone's face.

"H-Hey! Can't a guy get a little privacy in here? Yeesh!" He managed to sputter out whilst quickly covering himself with a towel. It was a fantasy. A very very sick fantasy.

"Sorry!" She squeaked as an apology. She didn't even have the decency to cover herself as she sprinted to her towel before she left in a hurry.

He couldn't believe himself, he felt physically ill. Not only did he preform an extremely immoral act, he did it to the thought of his sister, and he liked it. His stomach lurched and his head hurt as he tried to wrap his mind around the fact that he could even think of her like that. He had forgotten about the possibility of her spreading the word of him watching he felt so absolutely revolted by his own actions. How was he supposed to look at her ever again, much less fight with her on the battlefield!

Takumi decided from there on that privacy was not in fact that important when it came to taking bathes, and he would much prefer to bathe with everyone else.

She wouldn't even look at him.

Whenever they passed, her cheeks would warm and she'd hastily dart in the opposite direction as if anything was a better option than seeing him. He didn't blame her.

Each time disgust set in Takumi's gut as he saw her do this. Never in his life had he been more ashamed with himself.

He even missed her too. Her incessant pestering, their conversations about life, and if only he hadn't given into such shameful carnal desires, she would still be by his side. Dinners had become empty and lonely, and he could barely bring himself to speak in the war room.

He couldn't admit this though. He simply needed the direction of his leader that he had lost, and at this point, was more than willing to get back. If only he could approach her to simply apologize, to explain, he was a man, and really it was her fault for coming in during the men's time.

It seemed as if she refused to stay in one spot as well, always running place to place unless it was at dinner. And even then, what would people think of him approaching her like that? He had to wait for her and hope she'd leave the mess hall in a timely manner.

It wasn't like he could eat in the first place with what happened over the course of the week. He could easily wait outside to see her.

It was uncommon for her to walk in solitude, but on this night, Corrin had felt on edge. She had decided to patrol the camp after supper, hoping not to rise the suspicion of the camp in case she was in fact wrong.

She wished she was wrong.

A hand clamped over her mouth and pulled her away.

She could feel the rough callouses against her lips, as the hand trembled, and the grip tighten on her wrist.

She would not die. Not today.

Corrin bit down on the hand, and felt a foreign metallic taste enter her mouth as her fangs sunk in and thankfully, the arm wrapped around her waist flew back. Based only on instinct, Corrin unsheathed her sword and pinned her attacker to the tree, the blade pressed to his neck. Anyone who dared to attack her or her friends and family would meet the same fate as her previous enemies, dead.

Rage filled her entire being, as her vision clouded and her heart beat could be hear pounding in her ears, she had done a good job suppressing her dragonic rage the past little while, but now she could feel the all familiar feeling starting to take over.

"C-Corrin?"Takumi rasped. His blood dripping down his hand and pooling to the ground.

He now understood how their enemies must feel against her on the battlefield. Her eyes pierced his, as if his very core was shaken if only through a look. It was as if she was possessed by something higher. Something unlike the Corrin he had come to know. There was no kindness, no warmth.

"Corrin."He repeated as he searched her eyes. Somewhere in there, she was there and she knew him.

"Takumi?" Corrin breathed as she kept the blade as closely pressed to his neck as possible.

"I-I came to say sorry!" He blurted, raising his hands to surrender.

Corrin sheathed her sword and while shaking, managed to step back before her knees failed her. The world span around as she managed to sit, still attempting to recover from the previous rage that had attempted to overtake her.

Takumi lunged forward to his knees, brushing her hair out of her face with his clean hand, attempting to get a clear look into her eyes once again.

"Are you ok?"He whispered, softly stroking her cheek with his thumb. Corrin looked up at Takumi as her vision was able to finally focus as her hand reached for his arm, grabbing it for stability.

"I..."She attempted to start as her hand fell further down his arm to his hand. It was sticky."You're bleeding."She gaped at him, attempting to inspect his hand.

Takumi rubbed the back of his neck as shame washed over him again. It was a moronic plan. He should have just approached her with mochi.

"That's kinda my fault."He admitted as he withdrew his hand and pressed his sleeve against it.

"Why did you-"

"I just wanted to talk." He blurted as he stood.

Corrin felt her own shame and embarrassment this time as she looked up at her brother. Not only had she nearly taken his life, she had mauled his hand.

"Come on."She said briskly and grabbed him by his wrist to lead him to his tent.

It was almost a pattern for them to walk in silence, although this time in shame and embarrassment for both of them. Each searched for words to attempt to string together for an apology although both failed. What could they really say?

The silence continued into his tent as they sat on the futon, this time Corrin tending to his hand, still managing to avert his gaze as she had before. How desperately Takumi wanted to explain, to tell her he was sorry, and that it would never happen again.

He squeezed his eyes shut while she disinfected his wound, feeling the stinging sensation course through his hand as she dabbed at it gently.

"I'm sorry for biting you." She apologized meekly whilst wrapping his hand up.

What to apologize for? Sorry for grabbing her late at night? To shamelessly watching and masturbating to her while she bathed?

"I'm the one who should apologize...for everything." He admitted and attempted to smile. His face failed him, as the tension still hung in the air.

Corrin froze as the memory of him was brought up once again. She had known men had done things like that, she grew up with brothers, and it was her fault for entering when she shouldn't have, and yet, she felt little to no shame for it. She liked the way he had gawked at her, and made her feel. The image still remained in her mind, nagging her late at night.

"I shouldn't have came in." She admitted, shaking her head.

Takumi started to gather up the supplies, his conscience slightly lifted. What he did was not OK, but she seemed to not be too upset.

He hadn't touched himself since, he couldn't without thinking of her. How badly he wanted to ask her what that scar was just below her lower butt cheek, to kiss the freckles and moles that made constellations on her body, including the one particular one on her nipple.

His stomach turned as his inner compunction set in. It was shameful to think of any woman that way, but to think of his sister like that was the ultimate attrition for him. It wasn't normal.

"Takumi?"She forenamed.

"Yes."He replied with his voice wavering.

"Can we not talk about what happened ever again?" She enjoined.

"Naga yes."

Lol. As if I'd write such a vague blowjob scene. When the real deal happens. It'll be good.