Secret Meeting

Let me take your mind off of it

Night had fallen. Most of the Shepherds were in their tents, sleeping. An aspiring young Tactician named Robin with white hair and wise golden eyes sat on his bed, studying a map. This particular young man, was very smart. He did puzzles for fun, took things apart to see how they worked, and all sorts of strange hobbies that would bore anyone else. As of now, he was planning their next move. Risen were appearing in larger numbers than ever and they wanted to spend the next day or so slaying them before moving on to their next destination. He yawned, the candlelight was going out making it hard to look at the map properly. Robin heard the sound of his tent opening and shifted his attention to see who was entering. A slightly older man with dark blue eyes and hair stepped in, smiling. Now, this wasn't just an ordinary guy. He was the prince of Ylisse.

"Chrom!" Robin looked up at him, rising from the bed. "It is late, why are you here?"

The prince stepped towards Robin, keeping eye contact. He towered over the young Tactician which made him even cuter in his eyes.

"I wanted to see you." He enveloped his lover into a tight embrace, resting his chin on top of Robin's head. "Hope that's alright."

Even though they had been secretly dating for a few weeks, Robin still felt himself become flustered when Chrom came near. As he felt those muscular arms wrap around him he melted like an ice cream cone in summer.

"It's not alright." he protested, "Someone could catch us. I don't want to mingle more than possible to cause suspicion towards our-" he was caught off guard mid sentence by a kiss planted on his lips. It was a soft and delicate one, his favorite.

"You worry too much, dear. Nobody will find us. Unless you're expecting someone else in your bed tonight." Chrom released Robin from his embrace, stepping back to see him in full view.

"That it is not the case. You know as well as I do, occasionally I'll have a visitor with a question about our next move. Just imagine what would happen if they caught you doing that to me, you big dolt!" He crossed his arms.

"I just came here to see you, but it looks like you're not in a welcoming mood." Chrom started to walk away but Robin grabbed his cape.

"I apologize. It appears I'm just a little stressed thinking about our plans for tomorrow. I don't want us to come into any problems, you know. So I've been staying up late planning." he walked towards his bed and sat down, patting the seat next to him. Chrom followed, the bed making a squeaky noise as he sat.

"Want me to take your mind off of it?"

"How? Are you going to come up with tomorrow's plans?" he chuckled.

Chrom slid his fingers up Robin's leg, gently rubbing his thigh.

"No, but I can think of other ways."

"O-oh."

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The pair laid in bed together, breathing heavily. Their fingers were intertwined as Chrom laid on top of Robin.

"Your weight is a bit crushing." The tiny Tactician said through small breaths.

"Sorry. I forget how tiny you are sometimes." he laughed and got up, getting dressed. His significant other doing the same.

After the two got into their respective clothing they laid in bed together and talked for a while. Chrom went on about how much he would love living in the palace after the war was over, how happy they would be together. Robin listened with his eyes closed, agreeing or smiling occasionally. A few hours later the sun started to come up.

"Uh oh. I'd better head out. Frederick The Wary is expecting me to be in my tent." He got up and looked at Robin, who had fallen asleep some time ago. Chrom smiled, exiting his tent. "Sleep tight, Robin."