Dark Side Of Noire

A/N: Hello everybody. This is a brand new story by yours truly. Gods, I've been keeping this in the works for a while. It's finally out. I've always wanted to do a one-shot around these two. Thier supports made me ship them, and the fanfic community made them one of my main ships for the series. Befroe this all begins, I would like to tell you that I sadly don't Fire Emblrm, and ask you to enjoy.

The Sheperd's camp had always been a place for unique characters and couples. From people meant to be together to others from completely different sides of the spectrum, these relationships will always liven up the worse of times. However, none are as unique as the baking duo of Owain, the dramatic son of Lissa, and Noire, cursed daughter of dark mage Tharja. The two met over cooking desserts for a party. Being the theatric he is, Owain volunteered to name the cupcakes shy girl whipped upone by one. Over the short time they worked together, a budding friendship formed. The friendship elevated when Owain took his chance and asked her to eat rather than cook at a classy restaurant.

To say the least, a unique, if not beautiful, realtionship began to blossom. The two normally kept their personal matters a secret only for each other, but they eventually made thier love more and more public. One day, the Sheperd's tactician Robin was taking inventory one day in the storage tent when he stumbled on his two younger comrades in a less than playful kiss. Owain and Noire were completely wrapped up in themselves and were completely oblivious to the world. Robin had simply smiled and continued on.

He honestly didn't mind, but then the wedding announcement came a couple days later. And the newly-engaged couple came to him first to announce the happy news. Robin had been happy, even if he was faking his suprise.

The wedding occured a few weeks later, but the newly-weds were less than normal in thier after-ceremony plans. The chose not to celebrate thier special event with sex, which was what everybody was expecting. In return, they simply slept together for the first time.

A couple of months passed after that, and Noire was beginning to feel a little more needy. On lonely days, whenever Owain was assigned for a long misson or he was out drinking one night, she seemed to find herself fantasizing of her beloved taking her like in the  novels she hid under her bed. She would end up pleasuring herself more often than not.

However, Owain was very different than his wife. He had no desire for sex and hadn't even thought about something like it while he laying next to her in bed. This, to say the least, made Noire less than happy. Her need continued to build, and her attempts became less and less subtle. Her emotions were gradually building, her unwanted dark side wanting to come out.

This climaxed one day when Owain entered the couple's shared tent after training one day. His dark training garb was drenched in sweat, making it cling to his toned torso and arms. Noire saw his outfit and but her lip in temptation, wanting to tackle him right there to clean him up. "Hey Honey. I see training was as rigorous as usual."

Owain smiled and ran a hand through drenched balck hair. "Yeah. Even me, the great Owain, was tired by the end. My hungry sword hand was actually filled with the pleasure of work. Training is the temple of the body to shine like the holy gods. However, none of these feelings can compare to the warmness filling my heart when I see you, my divine flower of love." He smiled and started to slide off his top. He got of the sweat-drenched shirt, leaving him in a pair of dark trousers.

Noire's eyes widened, and she felt a sudden warmth between her legs. Gods! He's the divine one here. She hungrily looked over his rippiling muscles as Owain came closer. The added shen of liquid covering him only added to the image. He was better then her novels, for he was real and there. His biceps pulsed with every movement, sending a new wave of need down her body. She wanted those arms wrapping around her and pulling her close, or his soft lips pressing against her own soft ones. But alas, her beautiful Owain will never notice her need for him. He would probably stay completely oblivious forever. She was getting annoyed, so she took iniative.