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Untitled Part 1

They had already talked about it.

Robin knew. Lucina had told her about it, and the tactician, though surprised, certainly didn't mind- all that mattered to her was that it was Lucina. No, her feelings hadn't changed a bit.

Lucina was a little scared. She was scared because she couldn't tell what Robin felt about this; she was scared of pushing her girlfriend to something she didn't want, or worse, hurting her anyway. She was scared that she could lose control of herself.

Still, Robin had put forward the compromise herself, and Lucina could find no reason to disagree with it. And really, the princess thought to herself, why was she thinking about this? They were just sitting alone together in Robin's tent, talking, cuddling... kissing...

Robin pressed her forehead against Lucina's, licking the princess's lips open to meet her girlfriend's tongue with hers. As Robin slid her chest closer to Lucina's in the passionate kiss, the bluette found herself frozen to the spot, not trusting herself to push back in any way.

Eventually, it was all too much. Lucina reluctantly parted the kiss, trying to get the last of that taste without obviously licking her lips. Robin did, though; and shot Lucina a warm, flirtatious smile, one that caused the princess a stab of desire so hard she nearly forgot to breathe.

"Robin," Lucina said in an attempt to start her question, but her courage failed her again. The taller girl merely repeated the name, savoring how it felt to say. "Robin..."

Robin shifted forward, her hand flicking to gently run down the side of Lucina's face once. "Lucina," she began, "dear, I think you need to talk to me."

Lucina's heart leaped, and not necessarily in a good way. "What? Did I- am I doing something wrong?!" She snatched her hands away from Robin's hips, holding them like she was contaminated and didn't want to spread it to her girlfriend.

Robin felt her gut twist to see Lucina like that, but she pressed on; she couldn't mess this up, for both of them. "No, love, it's nothing like that. In fact, I may have screwed this one up myself." The blonde made as if to reach for Lucina's hand, but thought better of it.

"You n-never screw things up!"

"Lucina, that's simply not true." Robin fought to keep her voice level; Lucina's words were both music to her ears and stung like saltwater in a cut. "And that's not the point right now, I'm trying to say, is that... Lucina, I..." The tactician took a deep breath. "I'm not just 'fine' with moving forward with this, Luci. I want it. I want it badly, and I can see you do, too, but you keep flinching away..."

Lucina was momentarily speechless, her eyes suddenly very round. "You mean," she stammered, "y-you mean, you, you actually..."

"Yes, Lucina." At last, Robin cupped the princess's hand in hers. "I want to, as much as you; if not more."

"I find that hard to believe," Lucina said without thinking, her voice a bit higher than normal. Almost immediately, she wanted to sew her mouth shut; but Robin was laughing, so she didn't feel that bad.

Then Robin moved in for another kiss, her hands reaching to take advantage of her new permissions, and Lucina found several other reasons for feeling better.

Lucina hummed quietly, brushing strands of hair out of Robin's face; the smaller girl had less stamina than her, so she was still getting her breath back from all the things the bluette had done to her.

"You are so beautiful," Lucina said softly. "How did I get so lucky?"

"You're more beautiful, so I don't think that's a valid question." A teasing smile flitted across the tactician's face.

"I am not." The princess pulled her hand away, dropping Robin's bangs back into her face. The blonde snickered, then tucked her hair behind her ear to keep eye contact. "But seriously, I..." Lucina trailed off suddenly as she realized something.

"What is it, Luci?" Robin asked, her brow furrowed.

At those words, Lucina felt seized by a powerful sense of affection; and she knew that the request she had in mind was the right one. "Robin, I want to ask you something," she said. "Look at me, please?"

"Of course, love." Robin met her girlfriend's gaze. "What is it?"

"I... I love you so much," she started, almost losing herself in the softness, the strange delicateness of Robin's eyes. "I wish... I don't want this feeling to go away. I- hell, I want to marry you, Robin! But, listen; I'm not talking about any ceremony or fancy things; I'm saying I want to be your family, in name and law as well as love and blood."

"Lucina..."

"And- and maybe it's because of how things were in the future, how easily something precious like this could be t-taken from us, but I want to do it as soon as we can, so no matter what happens, the whole world can know. So that I can say, with its full meaning, that you're mine, and I'm yours."

"Lucina," Robin repeated, her voice soft. "Oh, baby, of course. I want to be able to say that, too."

Lucina sighed in relief. Only for a moment was she calm; then her eyes snapped back up to her girlfriend- no, her fiance's face. "Um, whoops. Sorry to say I find myself, uh, materially lacking at the moment..."

Robin just smiled. "Forget it. You could propose to me with a bent old quill pen and I'd wear it around my neck. And the words you gave me were much nicer than any ring."

Lucina flushed. "O-oh, thanks. Erm, I'd still like to give you the ring, though. If that's fine."

"Of course. You could- hmm, we could have lunch out, and give it to me then, like a normal person." Robin nudged Lucina's chest teasingly. She grinned suddenly, showing her slightly crooked teeth. "We could invite Chrom along; I'm sure he'd enjoy that."

"Oh, gods. No, you're actually gonna do it, aren't you?" Robin nodded, still smiling. "Okay, then. This is fine, I can... aw, Robin." Lucina pouted. "I can't even pretend to stay mad at you."

"It's a gift."

Robin sighed before settling her face along Lucina's chest, her forehead fitting neatly under the taller girl's chin. Her legs tucked up behind her, her stomach pressing into Lucina's, and the bluette marveled at such a small, strong, incredibly bright life having been in the same world as hers; and more amazingly, that she got to share a bit of its brilliance.

Robin hummed contentedly as Lucina wrapped her arm around her fiance's back, and her other hand started to stroke the tactician's soft hair. Robin reached out with her own arms to embrace her love, hands folding together behind Lucina's chest.

Sleep came soon for the both of them, wrapped in each other's arms.