I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY! This is a two parter because it's very long. It also um might be taken down so if you would like to read it later, please go to Whitearrow on AO3 because...rating issues...ahem

"You know," Robin said once her knight (her knight for the night, that is) pinned her down on his bedroll. "Doesn't this go against some sort of code? Didn't knight training cover this?"

"Cover what?" he emphasized when her hands started undoing his buttons in a frenzy.

"Not you," she murmured slyly, and he stole a kiss from her. Even in a circumstance like this, he found her adorable. As he was too loathe to admit that, he'd only kiss her as much as he'd wanted to in the name of lust. Loose morals was easier to face rather than feelings. "But you know…No sleeping with the tactician? Keeping your chastity and all?"

He flicked her on the forehead, and she furrowed her brows at him. "Consider yourself lucky, milady."

She mumbled something that sounded like mood killer, and yanked him down roughly for a sloppy kiss, giggling lightly when their teeth clacked together. "Well, you're getting more than your fair trade. I'd feel like I'm seducing away your chastity, yet my virginity is going to have your name stamped on it." He felt his spirits soar at that. It was silly, and yet he rather enjoyed being her first. He liked it a lot. An intimate experience that the two of them would share…

And then what?

Thoughts of the future were a bit blurred when a beautiful woman was nibbling along his neck and to his collarbones, back and forth in a zigzag-like pattern (Thoron, he'd say). "I wonder if I should…leave behind any presents," she laughs as she flits her tongue along a patch of skin that makes him grunt in a way she liked, rather than his usual grumpy sounds that sounded like he's in pain.

"Don't you dare, woman," he warned her and slightly jerked when she sank her teeth into his hot skin.

"That's for calling me woman," Robin chided him, and let her saliva relax the red marks on his skin. "Mm, how are you going to explain this one?" she asked just before she left another bite right below his ear. He flinched less that time, growing used to her sharp bites.

"I'll tell everyone an annoying pest had something to do with it," he said, as she discarded his shirt from his shoulders, with his help, and tilted her head to take in the sight.

"Wow," Robin murmured, highly impressed. "Much better than the last time I caught a peek. Tell me, have you been working out?" She smirked at him and he kissed her neck. He unexpectedly hit a sweet spot, and he could feel his erection grow when she let out a breathy moan in response.

"Only for you, milady," he sighed against the soft supple skin of her neck and playfully dragged his teeth down to her collarbones. "A peeping tom like you only deserves the best."

"And it's the best indeed," she grinned as she slid her hands up from his abs and upwards, tweaking his nipples between her slender fingers. "You know, I regretted not poking the other one," she murmured and rubbed his brown nubs to her heart's content.

He grunted a little under the stimulation and closed his eyes. She took that to be a good sign, and sought to further increase his pleasure. "Just as…" he suddenly said, "you allow me to do the same to you."

A warmth pooled between her legs at the thought of that. Him toying with her breasts as she'd squirm underneath him, trying to make him sing like a nightingale. It would almost be like their usual game of domination except better, much better. "I think that's a deal that I can manage," she murmured, and lay a few more kisses against his breast, grasping it while she did so. When her tongue flit the nub on his chest, Frederick decided that now he would be having his way with her.

His hands veered sharply to her chest and he palmed her breasts. Even through her shirt, he could feel her nipples reacting to his touch, and it was then he noticed how quiet she'd suddenly become. He worried if he'd overstepped his boundaries as he took in her flushed expression. Her brown eyes were wide and trembling with emotions he'd never seen before. Her teeth worried her lip as she gazed up at him with an almost reverent gaze, yet her look was permeated with curiosity. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and what he was sure was shyness. As playful as she was, this was also her first time; surely her nerves were also a bit rattled.

Was he stealing away something precious? Did he have the right to? His hands stilled and immediately her lips turned downwards.

"Did I tell you to stop?" she asked him with a hint of irritation. "Or do you make empty promises?" Though there was a false sense of bravado in Robin's voice, he could still detect it being a little shaky.

"Are you okay?" he pressed her and her eyes softened. "You seem…hesitant."

"I'm just a little…well it's my first time. While I certainly have no intention of stopping you or your iron rod (he groaned at the epithet), forgive me if I feel a little shy. I'm not…accustomed to exposing myself to anyone, let alone a man like you."

"A man like me?" he quipped, as his lips sought to conquers her once more. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means," she said in between kisses, "You've probably got a lot of expectations. You only want the best, after all." They traded kisses as though they just couldn't get enough. Frederick memorized each little crevice in her lip, and his pride grew the more swollen and red it grew. His tongue flew into her mouth and traced her teeth with relish. He was one to multitask, and his hands brazenly traversed her body, slow enough lest she decided to make any objections.

Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers slid up her shirt and over her breasts, only covered by an old, torn up brassiere. He marveled at just how smooth her cleavage was, and a painful pang coursed through his manhood as he ached to see her uncovered and bare. Just as he was delving under her cup to touch her directly, she shook her head.

"Do it properly. Un-undress me first," she said, dipping her head down to avoid looking at him. Her cheeks were painted with a rosy blush, and he couldn't help but want to kiss her cheek. It almost felt like he was deflowering his bride for the very first time. How he wished that were true. Perhaps he could pretend it was so, if only for that moment. He kissed her other cheek, and she turned to look at him coyly just before he pulled off her shirt.

He took a moment to just stare at her, before he would render her completely topless. He stroked her stomach and circled her navel and wandered to her hips. She closed her eyes and sighed happily, and flinched when he touched her bra. "It's kinda old…" she apologized, and Frederick had to bite back laughter.

"It still looks just as exquisite on you, even if it were the finest lingerie in the land," he reassured her. He thought it would be best not to tease her about such things; as rude as he could be to the young woman, he knew that right then she was at her most vulnerable. Whatever agreement they had made surely couldn't last…not when two such as them were displaying such trust to the other.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Robin said, even as she blushed furiously. She leaned up to kiss him again, and her knee pressed up against the bulge in his pants and started to rub it. He groaned into her mouth, and his fingers became frenetic in it's search to undo her brassier. He pulled at her clasp with such force, she murmured a warning to not rip it.

"I'll buy you a new one," he whispered back, and finally, finally stripped the last bit of fabric from her upper half. Just as he slid the straps down her shoulders and revealed her milky breasts, she brought up her hands to cover her chest. "W-wait," she said, wracked with a sudden wave of self-consciousness. "I—Um…"

"Take all the time you need," he said, and kissed her shoulder. It was a little sad, he thought, that the kindest he's ever been is during their lovemaking—that's what this was. Perhaps their initial heat could be taken as pure, raw, fucking, but this…no this was an exchange of emotions as they buzzed and swirled in a frenzy of an unknown territory, a new territory that came with exploring each other's bodies and seeking to increase the sexual pleasure of the other. He pressed butterfly kisses up across her bare shoulders, nipping every few inches until he reached her jawline. His hands covered hers, and the more she rubbed his crotch, the further down their hands moved.

Yet again his mouth was glued to hers, as though seeking a source of air only she could provide him. He could feel her aroused peaks pressing against his chest, and it felt like he was about to burst out of his pants. Instead of first groping her like a heathen, he instead unfastened his pants to allow his erection some peace.

"Touch me, Frederick," Robin asked gently, as though telling him to pass her the salt at dinner. "You can look at me now," she smiled, and he smiled back at her, just as fondly. He moved a strand of sticky hair out of her face even though it would be displaced back into its messy state not a moment later.

His eyes slowly looked down at her chest, and his "iron rod" reacted appropriately. He felt like he couldn't get any stiffer, and a lustful moan forced its way out of his mouth. He gently took each breast in his hand and stroked over her nipples, turgid and solid under his skin. She moaned, much louder than he has so far and looked embarrassed to do so.

"Wh-why am I louder?" she complained even as he drew mewls and whines out of the woman. Her back arched into his hands, and then against his lips when he traded one of his hands for his mouth. His left hand pinched and flicked her left teat, and his mouth suckled at the other one. His tongue swirled around and around, pushing the nub with more force than she'd treated him, and Robin's hips were writhing. He used his free hand to pull down her trousers, and she rushed him. She yanked off her pants, but saved him the honor of stripping away her knickers.

"Don't worry Robin, I'll match your volume yet," he said, and let a trail of saliva trickle down from her breast. She smirked at his response and lifted up her bottom so he could slide off her underwear. But her mouth formed a little "oh" when he literally tore away her underwear from her.

"Frederick!" she scowled at him and swatted at his head. "Supplies are scarce, you know!"

"I'll get you a new pair," he promised. "Consider it a present. Now then," he said businesslike and kissed down to her apex. "Spread your legs for me….and say my name." His voice grew husky all of a sudden, and when he looked up at her she could see the change in his pupils. No longer was he just Frederick the annoying knight…he was simply Frederick, the man who would take her tonight and possibly leave their lungs bereft of any air at the end of it all.

"Frederick?"

"Mm…" he closed his eyes and remembered the first time he heard her say her name. Now here she was, breathless and moaning, calling for him and no one else. She would plead with no one else but him, and may Naga help him, but he wanted to be the last man she'd ever ache for like this…be the only man to see her like this. Face shaped into an expression of pure desire, breasts covered in lovebites, and her legs spread wide open and slick with sweat and fluid. "Your sex is beautiful…as is the rest of you, but I'm sure I need not tell you that…"

"It would be nice to hear it more often," she said petulantly. "Instead of hey you, woman, blah blah blah—ah…." Her sentence distorted into a high pitched sigh and he smirked with pleasure as he stroked her folds.

"So warm…won't you say my name?" he asked her. He positioned his lips in front of hers, and his tongue quavered, yet not touching her walls at all.

"Frederick…Frederick please…"

"With pleasure, milady."