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OTP Meme 5: Kissing

Sully wasn't one for poetry and hidden meanings.

She hated it when people weren't damn forward about what they wanted and always sugar-coated their words, revealing each piece of news so painfully slow that Sully, on certain occasions, felt the urge to slap some sense into them. She had no filters in her mind nor for the words that flew from her lips. If she wanted something, she made damn sure she was going to get it.

Just as she was damn sure she was going to get her fiancé, Stahl, alone (and awake) at night in their tent.

However, as the war grew worse and time spent training became longer, she found that task quite hard to do. She would always fall asleep before him, and he would always wake up before her due to that damn stomach of his. If it weren't for training and chores, they would rarely converse with one another. To anyone else, such a thing would be unbearable and they would beg their commander for at least some time alone with their beloved.

Not Sully. Especially not in this war, when her efforts are needed to save lives, not make her own better.

If anything, it was Stahl's doing that made it better. Every night he would place a kiss on her cheek and Sully, no matter how deep in sleep she was, would feel the contact and hear him murmur "I love you" as he curled up next to her.

That small kiss he planted on her cheek each night might have seemed meaningless, but it meant the whole world to Sully. Even though she didn't appreciate deep meanings nor did she understand them, and she was certain it was somewhat unintentional on Stahl's part, she knew deep in her heart that it was, for the time being, the best he could do.

That alone was enough for her. For him to be trying his best, even in the middle of war on enemy territory when each night could very well be their last, when each moment borders on both life and death, when Sully's cooking almost kills everyone in camp, he still managed to put some time aside to show his affection and concern for her.

Perhaps that was the reason behind his nightmares.

Of course, he denied it for her sake, claiming nights were cold or that she always pulled most of the blanket from him (truthfully, he was the one who usually took it, but she always held her tongue on the matter), but she would always feel him in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, shivering, and whispering her name.

The first time she saw him in such a state, she nearly had a heart attack and awoke Lissa, along with half of the camp, in her fret, much to a sleepy Stahl's embarrassment. Due to that incident, the camp stayed up all night, annoying both Chrom and Robin (surprisingly, he didn't chew her out on the matter, perhaps due to the fact that he would do the same if his wife, Robin, were doing the same.) Luckily, there were no battles the next day, and Libra spent that time thanking the gods for their luck (nearly falling asleep at each prayer.)

For the next few weeks, Sully didn't know what to do with Stahl and his nightmares. She didn't want to repeat her previous mistake nor did she want him to lose sleep, but at the same time she wanted to rouse him from his slumber although knowing that, if he fell asleep again, the same would happen again. So instead she settled for wrapping her arms around him as they fell asleep.

Surprisingly, it worked.

Stahl would always settle his head in the crook of her neck and sleep soundly, thus making Sully, for once in their relationship, actually enjoy the sound of his light snoring. In a way, it was her version of Stahl's bedtime kiss. Each represented the same- love, affection, patience, and all of the things that made up sunbeams and puppies- and wanted nothing more but for the other to be at peace.

Gods she was terrible at poetry.

A/N: I was having so much trouble with this chapter! The prompt was so simple, yet I kept overthinking it… ugh, something is definitely wrong with my brain.

Review to help my brain!