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Fruit Alphabet: Coconut

"HOT DAMN, it's so damned hot in here!"

"Sully, you are lady, not a wretched lowborn!"

Exuding a tiny smile to her face, Robin awkwardly ducked down her head to pass by the two etiquette enemies without being noticed. It was already a common happening; Sully committing unladylike actions and Maribelle reprimanding her for it. The event actually repeated itself too many times that the Shepherds have mastered the art of ignorance.

Still, Robin could not help but agree that it was "damned hot" at the current place they were frolicking in.

After successfully escaping the word battle between the similar yet dissimilar women of their little militia, Robin hastened her feat and caught up with the man she wanted to see the most. She reached out her right hand towards him and was about to pat him when a sudden force stopped her from doing so.

He looked extremely handsome at that unconscious poise of him. More so, he was leaking of HOTNESS that rivaled that of the glaring weather. And exactly because of this, Robin could not help but marvel at him like a slack-jawed village idiot.

"…bin? Robin!"

Taken aback by his hands waving violently in front of her eyes, Robin squeaked and recoiled. While on the act of backing down, however, a tiny pebble found it funny to hug the sole of her shoes; making her yelp louder and ultimately crashing down towards the ground. With a groan, she rubbed her behind and shot her head up to the man that surprised her. It was Chrom, trying to act all modest and serious but completely failing at his conquest. With a huff, he removed the gloved hand that was walling his mouth and began to laugh like a crazed hyena.

Robin was at a loss for words. She could not pick on what to do; was she supposed to laugh along with him, scold him for not breaking her fall, or blush like a teenager who has fallen into embarrassment in front of her crush?

After a while, she picked the last option because it exactly fitted her description.

After having his fair share of a laughter, Chrom's voice died down; but only to replaced by a question that persuaded Robin to redden even more, "Robin, why is your face trying to rival the redness of—"

"Good gracious, why is it so hot? I might as well dip some skin into the clear water to cool myself!" Robin forced out before Chrom could shame her to tomorrow.

Picking up herself, Robin promptly stood up and was about to scurry to wherever when the prince grabbed a hold of her wrist. She flipped her head to his direction, but she quickly turned away after she caught a glimpse of his perfect smile.

"Wait for me, I'm going to accompany—"

"On a second thought, I think I probably need to rest for a while," She blurted out too fast to be convincing, "My rear hurts and my throat is parched." She followed up while rubbing the front of her neck to emphasize her point about being thirsty.

Chrom, clearly not buying whatever she said, raised a fine, blue eyebrow at her in doubt. However, as he sensed that his tactician was not willing to spill anything, he shrugged his thoughts off and proposed her another action.

"Alright, then," He said with a simper, "Let me join you. I too, hope to rest awhile."

Robin wished her dense lover would understand that she was trying to get away from his grip. She opened her mouth to tell him about another of her change of plans, but suddenly realized that he would follow her anywhere, anyway, so she decided against it. Instead, she just cracked him a forlorn smile and nodded before sauntering off with him.

For some reason or two, Robin ended up alone with Chrom in a strange little house that Anna had called a 'Nipa Hut'. It was a quaint, cozy shelter that looked more like a shed than a house. Built rather oddly; it used bamboo cylinders tightly roped together to serve as the walls rather than normal hardwood. The peculiar establishment also took advantage of the broadness of Palm Tree leaves; these were the materials that acted as the roof of the house.

All in all, it was a comfortable place. It was open enough to let cool winds in, but it was closed enough to keep the businesses of a married couple in confidentiality. Out of these factors, Robin could not choose between feeling relaxed or completely anxious. She, however, quickly uncovered her answer when she could not help but twiddle her thumbs and bite her lower lip.

Having a hot guy with her in an enclosed space was definitely not helping her relax.

"You said you were thirsty."

At last, someone did a heroic deed of breaking the ice.

As a response to the prince's statement, Robin hastily nodded her head in approval.

"Alright, I'll go fetch us something to drink," Chrom announced with a smile lingering on his lips, "You stay right here and relax."

After he stood up and she heard his feet crunching with the sand outside, Robin could not help but sigh in relief. She slapped her cheeks with both of her palms and let out a blunt "Ha!". After that, she commanded her lungs to take in as much air as they could before blowing the air out in a steady exhale.

She could not put her finger on her uncharacteristic expressions, but she silently swore to herself that she would not create any more embarrassing ordeals for herself. Thinking deeply, she finalized that the first step towards success was to look at Chrom in the eyes and calm her hammering chest. Then, she would talk as normal as she could and laugh along with him; in short, have fun the natural way.

And so, after Robin has upped her concentration on the mission ahead, the beast was released. Chrom stepped into Robin's imaginary battlefield while holding two green thingies. With a smile, the man went to her and deposited one of the strange spherical things into her hands.

"Here, darling, drink up. I know your tongue's craving for liquid."

'Was that an innuendo?' Robin thought but anyway accepted the thing that, as she concluded, was a drink. She inspected it for a while, and then giggled a little as she fingered the little straw before popping it in inside her mouth. She slurped happily as the sweet water smoothly flowed down her throat.

But then, she realized that he had called her "darling".

And so a water gun of the juice spurted out of Robin's mouth like an elephant happily merry-making in a pool of water. That is to say, if she was happy—in which she was not. And she definitely could never be happy after spraying her soon-to-be husband with her unpleasant spit.

She was meaning to rush up to him and wash her mess off him, but unfortunately, a round of coughing gagged her and made her release MORE of her swallowed juices to him.

"Gods, Robin!"

She was probably going to die then and there. The way he tuned his voice, the way he spoke her name; he sounded SO shocked. Perhaps, outside the boundary of her knowledge and in the territory of her ignorance, it was illegal to do such an act. Perhaps it was a grave criminal deed to taint the clothes of an Ylissean noble; perhaps it was unholy to SPIT on the garments of princes. Dear gods, was she a dead meat.

'Perhaps Chrom had stopped loving me because of my carelessness.' Robin thought to herself while being invaded by paranoid senses.

Robin was surprised to watch herself acting this way, that was a given, but she was more surprised to see Chrom kneeling in front of her with his gloved hands clasping her bare ones.

A prince of noble lineage; a descendant of the hero-king; the exalt of the halidom of Ylisse; the KING of a nation was kneeling in front of her with his clothes drenched in her saliva.

"Robin, are you alright? Do you need me to call Lissa? Please nod."

If it were a sin to think that the future king of Ylisse was incredibly adorable with his worried face on, then Grima be damned.

With a soft chuckle, Robin shook her head and promptly but tenderly squeezed his hands with hers. She just stare at him for a while, and he at her. With warm gazes, both of them told each other love stories that could only be conveyed by the radiance of their eyes.

Chrom, deeply immersed in her hazelnut eyes, found his smile creeping up to his lips. And, as farther his heartstrings pull, the closer his face inched to hers. Little by little, he was closing his eyes. Inch by inch, they were moving closer. With small steps, the air about them was turning into a fairytale.

Oh, if only Robin could shut up for ten seconds.

"Chrom," The tactician breathed; effectively drawing the curtains of Chrom's eyes to flutter open.

Robin gasped for air and put both of her palms on her beloved's clothed torso, "Your clothes are sticky, you should go and chan—"

She was stopped motionless when she beheld Chrom's belt on his torso released from its constriction. And then, after hastily removing his shoulder guard, his white cape fluttered down and landed with grace on the bamboo-covered flooring of the Nipa Hut. It was a given that the blue-haired man was one hell of a mesmerizing looker, but Robin could not put it in her power to prevent her jaw from slacking down at his clothed physique. And, as if fate decided to tease her stomach, the captivation spell on her was greatly strengthened as Chrom oh-so-lusciously stripped off what remained of his upper garments.

And as he sat next to her, Robin could not help but watch him with her mouth mimicking the psychomotor of that of a fish.

"There," Chrom pointed at the mess of frippery violating Robin's eyesight, "Now you don't have to mind me."

Robin really did not mind him for her brain was still occupied by the daunting image of the minute gone to history. Sure, she has already ACCIDENTALLY witnessed his unclothed visage, but viewing Chrom voluntarily stripping naked in front of her was something else. Well, maybe not completely naked but—Robin shook her head to clear her boggled cognition.

"Robin," Chrom mouthed again and this time, caught his beau's attention, "You know, you're quite similar to this fruit here." He solemnly stated and jabbed a finger towards the direction of the green fruit quietly sitting at Robin's right.

Robin looked at where he was pointing at but did not utter a word.

Chrom took her silence as an urge to continue, "You're both weird—"

"Excuse me?!"

Alright, him being a charmer was a topic, but him insulting her was a dangerous topic. At the registering of his words inside her brain, Robin snapped the angle of her face to his direction and gave him the harshest glare she could muster.

Chrom flinched and sweated at her evil eye, yet he still tried to cover up what he just said, "I… I mean, weird in a good way! I mean, out of all the girls, you're the oddball—"

"Oddball?! Is it because I'm not as ladylike as Cordelia and Sumia and all those who are fawning over you?"

Chrom cringed as he stepped on yet another land mine, "No! Gods, can we not drop that subject? And I actually only meant that out of all the girls I have acquainted with, you're the only one that's like this coconut to my life."

Ah, so it was called a coconut.

He did not let Robin interfere his speech with her snarky comments and continued on, "You're like this coconut, of which its softwood is dubbed as 'the tree of life'."

He paused and took his time to dwell in the depths of his beloved's eyes. Without a word, he communicated his secret message across to her and hoped that it would help the lance of his words spear better into her heart.

With a comfortable sigh, Chrom benevolently laid his hands on top of hers and smiled a sweet one, "You're like its oil; you smoothen the bumpy roads I take in my life."

Robin's stomach fluttered.

"You're like its shell;" He let his hands linger for a while before lifting his right one up and tucking in a loose strand of Robin's hair, "You make me feel safe."

Robin's hands started to get clammy.

"You're like its water;" He whispered and let his fingers dance on the softness of her cheeks, "You rehydrate me when I feel like wilting."

Robin's heart strung an orchestra.

"You're like its meat; you feed me those words that I need the most…" He leaned down and softly caressed her lips with his own, "... "I love you"."

The door to Robin's heart popped like a bubble as the tip of the lance of his words ever-so-gently pricked on its personal space.

"And finally," he hitched out of his throat; nervous but at the same time incredibly caught up by the moment, "You're like the coconut tree's leaves."

He looked up; timidly grazing his eyes over the dried leaves above—sitting inanimately as they continued their purpose of protecting its liege from the attack of the sun. He peered back down; into the beautifully curious eyes of his one and only love.

"You make realize what it truly feels like to be…"

Chrom took Robin in his arms and kissed the crown of her head.

...

"Home."

A/N: What fruit should I write about for the letter "E"? :D Tell me your answers at the review section!

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