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Well, that did not turn out to be like he thought it would, Frederick mused as he traced circles around Robin's navel. The tips of his fingers flit across her stomach, and lingered over the light musculature that was beginning to form. Ah, so all his training had kicked into use. He feared that so much time with the candy lover might have put her out of shape. He could still traces of the time she was poisoned, with the way her skin clung to her ribs. How so many things had changed in such a short time…and how some things he didn't.

He never thought in all his life that the one place he would have lost stamina was in bed. Frederick was doing his best to not contemplate his failure, but him being so finicky about every task, how could he not? He sank his face into her abdomen out of mortification, and Robin grumbled something in her sleep. He thanked Naga that she was such a saint about it, and assured her to not worry, that these things happen.

He was too spent from his orgasm and couldn't even use his mouth to pleasure her. Not once did she cry out his name in pure ecstasy…He was desperate to go inside of her, and he'd mounted her to begin their coupling. He had gone in once, twice, three times, but not even all the way through. She was moist and clenching around him and he was going wild. There was not an ounce of rational thought within the man. All he could think about was how warm she was and how beautiful she looked under him, her skin against his, her breasts heaving and her legs wrapped over his shoulders.

He'd thought they would finally unite when the urge to come over powered him and he had to retreat. His lungs only knew her name, and it would be no short of a miracle if no one recognized his voice nor her words. By the time he mustered the energy to try once more, the young woman had fallen asleep from exhaustion. He'd sufficed to simply gaze at her in her wondrous form, thinking about everything at once until he fell asleep, just like he was doing that morning.

What good was all his training for, if he couldn't even pleasure the woman he cared for? Well he trained for battle not…for sexual activities. He wondered if he should have done that too. He didn't think that he'd be so overcome with his greed for her that at the crucial moment, he lost it all. But more importantly…he realized that this was what he wanted.

Not losing control of himself at the wrong moment, no, but to be able to wake up next to her like this. Every morning. He didn't want it to end.

His fingers danced across her cheek and she wrinkled her nose and smacked her lips. Though she stirred, she did not wake just yet. "I like you," he whispered softly, and gently kissed her forehead. When he pulled back he could see her smiling up at him, if her smile had a tinge of sadness.

"Morning," Robin said sleepily, though her eyes lost their sleepiness when he kissed her. A wanton sigh passed from through his lips to hers and several minutes were lost to this. "Mm, this is a nicer way to wake up than your screaming." Of course she'd slip in a quip the second he let her go. He rolled his eyes, but instead of returning with a retort, he rest his forehead against hers.

His heart hurt with a pang; it was a surprisingly intimate gesture, even as they lay bare against the other, this was something that went far between an agreement.

But such an agreement…was it ever meant for people like them?

"I—I want to say something." Frederick mustered up all his courage for…he didn't even know what to say. It wasn't like him to be so reckless, but…

"Is it about last night? Don't worry Frederick," she said, a little pink. "It happens."

"Well, it's not—It's…Gods, this is troublesome." He should just forget it and not bother. No, what was he thinking? A soldier never retreated. Even if it was from a troublesome tactician with some questionable…things. However that went, they would have to discuss some things over, one way or another.

"I…I wish to spend more time with you, Robin. I care for you. There. I said it," he added with a Robin-esque pout. Gods, but she was having such a heavy influence on him. He found that he didn't mind. He was more open now, less stifled in his ways and the weight constantly on his chest would lighten whenever she was around…as much as she would also cause about at least half of his problems.

She blinked up at him in shock several times. She opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it once more. "Look if this is about last night, we can just finish now and—"

"Robin…"

"N-no it's okay, you don't have to force yourself…just be honest," she said, her voice rose higher in pitch and faster in tempo.

Was he making her uncomfortable with this information? Regardless of how pettily he treated her, he knew that she simply wouldn't sleep with him for no reason. The tension grew between them until they could barely stay two inches apart. Just one coupling it…it's not enough to quell something so strong. "I was being honest," he said quietly. "I enjoyed this," he gestured at them. "Waking up like this."

"Naked?" Robin asked, and he gave her a look. Though as soon as she had the word out, the sarcasm was gone and she was feeling very self aware. She suddenly pulled up her blanket over her chest and was adorably red.

"And you bother being modest now?" Frederick teased her lightly, and pulled her blanket back down to kiss her chest, eliciting a squeal from the white-haired woman.

"Frederick!" They fooled around for a minute or so, until it fell into silence. Robin bit her lip, and he could see she was deep in thought. "I…I want this too. But…" She put her hand under his chin, and stroked his bottom lip with her thumb, "I want this to work. No more misunderstandings or running in circles or—"

"Keeping secrets?" He gave her a meaningful look and she grinned sheepishly.

"Don't you trust me?" She asked, with a tone full of accusation, and this time it was his turn to be shameful.

"I—I want to."

Robin sighed and sat up, drawing the blanket over her chest as she did so. "That's not an answer, Frederick."

"I know." He rest his forehead against her bare shoulder and exhaled deeply. "I know…But…won't you tell me just what you're up to every night with…" He bit the words 'that thief' on his tongue before letting it slip. It would be rude…as is the product of jealousy. "Gaius."

He drew circles into her barely covered thigh, and she hummed at his feather-light touch. Frederick did this, venturing further and further until she gave her answer. "I promise I'll tell you…soon…" He frowned at her. "Soon!" She jabbed him in the chest. "Soon, soon, soo—mm!"

Frederick pounced on Robin with a kiss, sending her lying down and looking up at him once more. He bit her lip and tugged it roughly, leading her to dig her fingers into his back. His tongue slid into her hot mouth, and just as she reciprocated, he pulled back. "Soon," he mimicked her, and her jaw dropped open.

"You tease!" She drew up her knee to nudge him in the chest, less gently than she thought. While he didn't make a sound, his eye twitched enough for her to notice. But he was quick with his rebuttal.

"I'm the tease? Why not tell me now?"

"Because it'll mess everything up. You need to not know. Even Gaius is regretting letting me know," she pouted. "We'll tell you when we take care of it! Now stop pestering me and calling me mean things."

"And no more rudely pinning you against places anymore?" Frederick added. While his tone was half apologetic, the other half held a deeper meaning that darkened the woman's eyes with desire.

"Well…it depends on the situation," she purred. "I wouldn't mind you pinning me down again and finishing what you started…properly this time."

His pride rankled. "I thought you weren't going to bring it up!" He went to flick her in the forehead, but she giggled and dodged his attack

"Okay, okay I'm sorry! Just that once. I promise."

He narrowed her eyes at her, and his fingers trailed over sides to under her arms. Just as she realized what was going to happen, it was too late. He began his attack, and she was screaming and writhing, giggling her head off.

"Sorry!" She squealed, as he tickled her relentlessly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She managed a few more apologies in between snorts and hiccups and her resistance grew weaker and weaker. "I surr-*hic*-ender! Please!" At last his hands stilled, and he moved his hands to her waist, and pressed his lips to her ear. He sucked on her earlobe, turning it red from a few gentle bites, and his tongue flit along her cartilage.

"I'll forgive you," he whispered huskily, "under one condition."

"What?" Robin tilted her head to the side and he gently rubbed her cheek.

"I'd like it if you…called me by name more. My actual name, not your amusing nicknames."

"So you admit they're funny?" A sly smirk.

"Mm, I know my sarcasm is not lost on you, my lady." He breathed his words and they became tangled into even more kisses…he swore both of their lips would be utterly swollen by the time they parted for the day.

They were getting better at kissing, he noted wryly as they separated to breathe, with their saliva obscenely connected together. Things were moving faster than he'd ever thought.

"Who knew so much would change in one night?" She voiced the thoughts dancing in his head. Really, he was serendipitous. It was a risky venture and yet…and yet for once they aren't angry at each other. He's not running away like a craven, and she's actually smiling at him, not annoyed with him one bit. Her teasing is innocent and sultry, and they're finally together. His heart that was beating in fear, now trembled with joy. Truly he never thought a wretched man like him could experience something like this. Especially not from someone who'd caused him so many tribulations.

"I suppose one understanding leads to another…even if the first one didn't come to fruition." But the smoldering look he gave her suggested that he would be more than happy to finish what he started. She hooked her legs around his waist easily, and just as he was gaining the surge of heat towards his length that only she could cause….

Outside their tent pile of dishes could be heard breaking, with a very disheartened Sumia crying over them.

The knight and the tactician shared a look and sighed.

"I guess that's our cue to leave," he sighed ruefully, and stole one last kiss before extricating himself from her. Easier said than done because neither she wanted to let go, nor did he want to part. "Get ready quick, so you can get out without anyone seeing you."

And he knew it then, that he loved her. But he had summoned enough courage for one day. He would have to see how things played out, and where they would go. But in his heart he knew, that he never wanted her gone. They had a lot to overcome, but it would happen.

He would make sure of it.

Unfortunately, things weren't going to go as smooth as he'd dared hope for.