OTP Meme 6: Wearing each other's clothes.
"Gods, I have to definitely do laundry today… maybe Stahl can do it and save me the trouble of burning the damn clothes again," Sully muttered to herself as she frantically searched the room for something to wear after bathing. The army had settled in a small town for the night on their march to defeat Grima. Much to Sully's and Stahl's luck, they got a room to themselves and were given much deserved (and needed) privacy.
The place was very homey and, despite being so far from Ylisse, had a feeling of nostalgia. There was only one window, but it held an excellent view over the village. The room was a tad bit cramped, just enough to fit a bed that could barely hold two people, the trunk that held the couple's belongings, a small bedside table with a candle emitting a lazy yellow glow, a pile of their armor, and, of course, the clothing that needed to be laundered.
She sighed when she glanced back at the pile of dirty clothes on the other side of the room: Sully knew there would be work to do before she could spend said time with her fiancé. Glancing back at the trunk, she was surprised to see that Stahl had set out some fresh clothing. Perhaps he knew that she would have nothing to wear for that night and set it out for her. If not, she would go and do the laundry herself. Hopefully she was skilled enough to only singe them this time around.
Regardless, she pulled on his black turtleneck and was surprised to find that it was rather warm inside. As she accommodated herself in the large shirt, she found that it fit around her chest rather snugly and that she sleeved went way beyond her fingertips. Stahl might like the first part, she thought bemusedly to herself as she rolled up her sleeves.
"Eh… Sully?" Stahl's head poked in from the doorway, face rivaling a tomato in a color contest and his hands clutching a towel around his body with enough force to make them pale.
"Gods Stahl, you look like you've seen Vaike nude!" Sully pouted playfully, making him blush and roll his eyes. Huh, not the reaction she was expecting.
"I think… this may be worse."
"What could possibly be worse than that?"
"Honestly, I wouldn't know. I've never seen Vaike like that, and I'm starting to wonder how you-" Stahl suddenly shook his head and huffed. "Bah… getting off track."
"Then hurry up and tell me!"
He took several deep breaths before closing his eyes, finding himself unable to meet her eyes. "You're wearing my clothes," he whispered, just enough for her to hear.
Gods, that man was a pain in the arse sometimes. Was there something wrong with her doing so? "Is there something wrong with that? And how is that worse than Vaike in the nude?"
"Because I'm wearing your clothes," Stahl edged inside and shut the door, slowly pulling off his towel and turning to face her completely.
"Surely it isn't that bad- CRIPES!" Sully jumped up in surprise. The shirt was no problem, although somewhat baggy on his flat chest (not that she would have it any other way, she was not interested in women [although she did consider it] nor of fat men) and revealing much of his muscles beneath. His pants on the other hand… she quickly put her hands to her face. Perhaps she would manage to get away by feigning her approaching massive nosebleed as shock.
When wearing armor, it made sense to wear the tightest fitting clothing underneath so the armor on top would fit as close to snug as it could get, so she was somewhat accustomed to such a view (although Stahl wore his pants on the somewhat baggy side, from either embarrassment or comfort, she didn't know.) Sully on the other hand would wear tight shorts, looking just fine on her, but on Stahl… it revealed the very root of his late-night -bedroom nickname of "Stallion."
"I know… now can I have my clothes back," his eyes were pleading with a hint of discomfort wafting around. Sully suddenly had a very devious idea in her head.
"You know as well as I that there is only one way for that to happen now," she ran her hand along his side, making him shiver at her touch.
Stahl broke into a grin that would make even Henry jealous.
A/N: This chapter was a pain to write, along with the previous one… luckily, I survived. Yay.
I'll leave it to you guys to guess how Stahl got the nickname "Stallion." Hint: it's not from how awesome he is as a cavalier/bow knight/great knight/paladin/any-other-class-with-a-horse in game.
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