Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem or the tactician in this fluff-shot. The tactician, Melody, belongs to my 'hey-why-don't-you-write-a-book' friend.

A Fluff-Shot

Butterfly Kisses

Snow was falling, and the air was chilly. Everyone was huddled around the three meager campfires, shivering together, rubbing hands, sitting as close to each other as they possibly could. Even Sain, who would usually take advantage of these circumstances, was too cold to care about anything but keeping warm.

An icy chill shuddered down Erk's spine once again, and he breathed into his hands, rubbing them together, hoping that the friction would spark some heat in his numb fingers. His ears felt just as cold, and he was sure that his toes were coming apart from the rest of his feet. The sage wouldn't be surprised if he found blood inside his boots.

A body snuggled up next to him, a cold cheek pressing to his thinly clothed arm. He looked down as another shiver wracked his spine to see a head of indigo hair trembling beside him. It was Melody, and she was just as freezing as him.

"M-Melody?" he questioned, gently using a gloved finger to lift her face up. His breath came out as puffs of heat, and she seemed to relax as those heated little blooms of haze spread across her face.

She bit her trembling lip, "Yes, Erk?"

He pulled her to him, knowing that he was slightly warmer than her, and shivered when she came into contact with him. His temperature lowered, but he was satisfied when it didn't drop drastically. "Stay here…we can keep each other warm." At least, he hoped they could.

The girl nodded vigorously.

They stayed like that for a long time and, like he had hoped, their temperature didn't drop any more than it had before. Erk turned to the fire before the two, and lifted his hand, muttering the incantation for Fire under his breath. He felt the essence of the flame wilt under the intrusion of his magic, before it burst and grew larger again. Relieved, the sage relaxed, and looked down at his tactician.

Melody was staring into the fire, and he tilted his head, watching the meager light of the flames splash across her features, softening them and making them glow. His heart was spluttering in his chest, beating frantically. He was aware that he was suddenly much warmer than he had been before.

"…Erk?" she questioned, her voice soft.

"Hm?" The young man leaned his head down to hear her better. She lifted her head, and then he was staring into her eyes; those beautiful, inquisitive green eyes. Their faces were so close that he could feel her eyelashes brushing against his cheeks. "What is it?"

Melody bit her lip. "You still haven't explained it to me..."

His heart accelerated into a quick, steady rhythm. He smiled and lifted one hand, using it to free her lip from under her abusive care. "I'd rather teach you about butterfly kisses, Melody."

And then he leaned closer, and carefully, lightly, brushed his lips against hers.

All the cold vanished from their thoughts as the snow fell about them.

Like all the rest of my fluff-shots (fluffy one-shots), I listened to music. The only thing that my friend actually put up before I started writing was that she wanted the title to be 'Butterfly Kisses,' and that inspired this idea. Note that, while I wrote this, the song she always connected to snow fall was playing in the background from my iPod.

I have to admit that my friend sometimes influences me.