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There was something about the summer haze that caused indolence to seep into even the most diligent of workers.
It was far past noon, but the sun continued to blaze bright and relentless outside, casting multicolored rays through the stained glass windows of the Council Chamber. The meeting had long since adjourned and the ministers vacated, but there was someone still on the chamber floor. Literally.
Lying there on the tiles, dappled in rainbows, was Ylisse’s queen and Chrom’s wife.
He strode over to her, not bothering to lighten his footfalls. For one, Robin was quite the heavy sleeper. For another, he meant to wake her up.
“My love,” he called as he knelt beside her.
She didn’t stir, splayed nearly motionless save for the rise and fall of her chest. Robin was garbed in the uniform for the Exalt’s advisors, as she preferred to wear in formal assemblies. Only a golden tiara denoted her status and the circlet had been tossed aside along with her vibrant cloak. Apparently having made herself comfortable in just her ruffled blouse and dark pants, the queen now rested with her cheek pressed to the cool marble.
Despite himself, a fond sigh escaped his lips as he admired her sleeping form. It wasn’t fair how breathtaking his wife was when she wasn’t even trying. Serene and angelic with her features soft with slumber. It was almost a shame to disturb her, but as her husband, he really ought to ensure she had a proper place to rest. She’d have a crick in her neck for the remainder of the day if he didn’t do anything.
Chrom shook her shoulder. “Robin, it’s time to wake now.”
“Mmm…” She groaned and rolled over, curling into herself in an attempt to avoid his intrusion. “Ten more minutes,” she mumbled when he continued to shake her.
“Your meeting ended an hour ago,” he reminded her. “Wouldn’t you rather continue your nap in bed instead of here?”
“I’m good here. The floor feels nice.”
He rolled his eyes with bemusement. From her responses, Robin was quite awake despite her attempts to be otherwise. Now was the best time for intervention.
Chrom scooped up his wife’s discarded accessories, then his wife, and made his way out into the hall and toward their bedroom.
It was an old habit of hers to be sleeping in the strangest of places. As reminiscent as this was of their first meeting, there was something different about it now.
On their fateful encounter in those southern fields, the position he found Robin in suggested collapse, not repose. On some level, Chrom knew it should be more concerning than he treated it at times. Robin had lost her memory- her entire life until that point. But why dwell on unknown losses when a new beginning was theirs to shape for themselves? Robin had turned his life around for the better and she swore before the altar that she felt the same about him. Finding her asleep filled him with warmth and nostalgia, if not also varying levels of worry or exasperation in the time that followed.
Maybe she did get attacked on the roadside on that day. Maybe she just exhausted herself into unconsciousness. While Chrom wouldn’t know what his over-diligent strategist could possibly be pouring over before she became a Shepherd, her track record left him to believe she was less likely to fall to a bandit than she was to her own work ethic. All too often he’d find Robin passed out in the command tent with her notes stuck to her face.
Admittedly, the war with Plegia had demanded a lot from her. Heavy duties and even weightier expectations were placed upon her shoulders by Emmeryn, the Khans, and especially by Chrom himself. It shamed him how much he relied on her, how much she had to push herself beyond her limits to make up for his failings. He always made a point to carry her back to her tent for proper rest despite her complaints that he only made it harder for her to get back to work. It was the least he could do, when he really ought to be doing more to repay her.
Throughout the first year in the peace since, Robin had largely kept up her pace. She was determined to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt her worthiness for the crown she married into. And so Chrom kept finding her again, in her study this time, slumped unconscious at her desk with treaties and proposals replacing her battle plans. This frustrated him even more because for one, he was certain that impressing the Council was far less urgent than active warfare; and more importantly, he would very much like to sleep with his wife in their bed, please.
Then the turn of the season seemed to bring with it more than just a shift in the winds. Robin was still found asleep in odd corners and various workplaces. Some things were simply constants of the universe. What changed though was that now she was simply napping.
Robin, Queen Grandmaster, notorious workaholic, was spending lazy afternoons dozing in sunbeams like a cat.
The first time Chrom saw her sprawled in the gardens with only a light novel as her reading material, he thought it a miracle. His beloved was finally relaxing as she deserved to! He cleared both their schedules for the rest of the day and stood guard by her, ensuring her slumber wouldn’t be disturbed until he saw it fit to carry her back to their chambers.
And then it happened more times over the week that he was happy to accept that Robin could fully embrace peacetime, and then it happened even more that he was a little miffed wondering if his wife didn’t actually enjoy their bed.
The answer turned out to be quite simple.
“I like making you carry me.”
“That’s it?!” Chrom was incredulous, betrayed as he gaped down at his wife’s contented smirk.
Robin laced her fingers behind his neck while she snuggled up to his chest, entirely unrepentant. “I get to maximize sleep, have you carry me, and I don’t even have to walk that far. It’s a very efficient use of my time.”
“What about my time?” He complained petulantly, for play more than any genuine offense.
“Oh please, it’s significantly less intensive than what you call ‘light exercise’,” she waved him off. Then winced. “... I’m not getting too heavy, am I?”
“No such thing.” He was quick to reassure her by lifting her higher to nuzzle her belly. “I’ll always be happy to carry you.”
His wife was growing plump on the lifestyle of peace and palace luxury. Robin was rather self conscious of it, particularly earlier into her reign. It even came to a point where she made herself sick on that nasty seaweed laxative in an attempt to lose weight. He promptly chucked the damned thing out the window the moment he saw her pale and shaking from the effects of it.
Chrom had since made it abundantly and repeatedly clear that she was beautiful no matter what, but especially so when she was comfortable in her own skin.
Robin’s soft chuckle brought him back to the present. En route to their chambers with his wife in his arms and her fingers threading through his hair.
“You know,” she hummed, nails lightly scratching his scalp. A tingle of pleasure rippled through him. “If you’d like to do more with your time, I might have an idea about that.”
He leaned into her touch, squeezing her closer. “Oh yeah?”
They reached their destination, giving a polite greeting to the guards at the entrance- thanking the one who opened the door for them as Chrom’s hands were occupied. Once they were in the privacy of their bedroom, he wasted no time in pressing his wife against the sheets and kissing her senseless.
“About…” he mumbled in between claiming her lips, hands roving up and down her curves. “That idea… of yours…?”
“I think we’re- ah- on the same page.” Robin gasped as he set his teeth on her sensitive neck, and it was a while before either of them could pick that train of thought back up.
Her fist curled in his hair, pulling a groan out of him as he was yanked back to meet her gaze. She was winded, face flushed as summer wine, but she smirked at him as her grip tightened. “Next time you want to ravish me, you don’t have to wake me up for it.”
The pressure on his scalp was distracting, but her words snared his attention. “Uh… Huh?”
“If you don’t feel like carrying me all the way to bed,” Robin leaned in to whisper in his ear, her hot breath making him shiver. “You’re welcome to take me on the spot.”
“D-duly noted,” Chrom stammered.
She teased him for suddenly being shy after he’d sucked a bruise next to her throat, but the thought she planted in his head left him flustered until hours after. When they turned in later that night, when he wrapped himself around her as he often did, temptation arose like the heat radiating from her body. His wife was so soft in his embrace. Open and pliant just for him. Her plush skin sinking under his fingers seemed to pull him in with invitation.
He abstained, for now. But as he slept, his dreams gladly picked up where they left off.
Chrom next found her asleep in the grass by the training field. The morning was late and the grounds emptied as the soldiers avoided the beating sun at its peak. Robin also dodged the worst of its rays, deciding to nap under the shade of a maple tree.
While it was hot enough to justify removing her coat particularly when training, Chrom couldn’t help but think she was deliberately trying to tempt him. Her signature robe was bundled up under her head as a pillow, revealing swaths of her rich skin. The sparse material of her undershirt left little to the imagination, her bare arms and shoulders, the swell of her chest. Even a dark sliver of her stomach was exposed from where the fabric had ridden up.
It should be illegal for his wife to look this delectable. He should mention it to her the next time they go over the Ylissean charter.
“Robin,” he called, kneeling beside her.
A breeze rustled the leaves above, enough for the sun to break through in shafts of gold. Coupled with the vibrant grass framing her sleeping figure, Robin looked like a painting from a book of fairytales.
Hadn’t she described their fateful encounter as being similarly fanciful? The prince finding the love of his life just waiting for him to wake her up.
Chrom glanced around, making sure there was no one else in the vicinity. Her suggestion the day prior continued to tantalize him- and what could he say, he was always a fan of her ideas.
His fingers brush aside stray wisps of her hair as he leaned down. Her mouth was slack, full lips parted and welcoming. He pressed his mouth to hers. True love’s kiss to awaken the sleeping beauty.
Alas, this was no such fairytale. Robin snored in his face.
Chuckling, Chrom continued to pepper her with affection. He kissed the wide bow of her nose, the round curve of her cheeks, the tender skin of her jaw. His hand likewise trailed lower, following the column of her neck down to the dip of her collar.
She stirred, ever so slightly. Her eyes remained shut but her breathing shifted, the softest of sighs puffing out from between her lips.
He reached the neckline of her camisole and stuttered to a pause. Heat coiled in his belly, pooling further below in excitement. Gods, over a year of marriage and he still felt like a hormonal teenager. Or a wyvern in heat, as his wife never let him live down.
“Robin…” he whispered into her ear before taking it between his teeth. His hand skimmed over her undershirt, tracing the outline of her chest before slowly pressing down to grope her fully.
She gasped, arching into him as mewl escaped her.
The sound sent a thrill through his core, but he forced himself to lighten his touch. He didn’t want to wake her… yet. He teased her with his lips and tongue, laving her neck with gentle kisses as he softly kneaded her breast.
Robin squirmed beneath him, her breathy whimpers filling his ears and spurring him on. Such delicate noises were a rare treat from her and Chrom found himself quickly addicted.
His wife usually restrained herself from being too vocal in bed, biting back her moans and denying him the symphony of her pleasure. He could still coax it out of her with more vigorous persuasion. As much as he enjoyed her desperate cries and the sense of accomplishment that came with the exertion, there was definitely an appeal to this mellow experience.
Chrom brought his head lower to her bosom, nipping the top of her chest perhaps harder than he meant to. The resulting squeal did little to discourage him. Not when his beloved was so responsive to his touch. His hands slipped beneath her undershirt to caress her bare skin, palming the dip where her plump waist melted into her softer belly, delighting in how deep he could dig his fingers into her.
When he reassured Robin about her weight, he initially had selfless intentions. He knew she liked to eat- her hearty appetite being one of the first things the Shepherds learned about her. He also saw how much she had to push herself to regain the slim figure she had in the war. Seaweed incident aside, she had also tried taking on the other soldier’s training regimens along with restricting her diet. Seeing her exhausted and miserable long after the fighting was over drove him to put his foot down on that pointless endeavor.
Watching her recover, however, eating as she pleased while her figure filled out, made Chrom realize that perhaps he had less than pure motivations. He loved watching her enjoy herself, yes. He would also be the first to declare that his wife grew more beautiful with each passing day. But then he also noticed a fierce satisfaction that came with seeing her content. Like it was proof of his capabilities to provide for her as her husband. It also became harder to deny how obsessed he was with her body, always finding opportunities to touch her, admire her. Ravish her.
“Mng! Ch-Chrom…”
Ah, he got carried away.
Robin blinked her eyes open, panting as her hands scrambled to find his.
“I see you’re finally awake.” Any sheepishness he felt evaporated at the sight and feel of her, flushed and dishevelled and- if her twitching hips were any indication- utterly needy. He pressed his hand against her inner thigh and she swallowed a cry behind clenched teeth.
“Shall I carry you to bed now?” He whispered into her neck, which was now coated in a thin layer of sweat. Chrom could certainly feel the heat getting to him.
“Please,” she whined.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
She snatched up her coat, he snatched up his wife, and the two of them went to finish their business somewhere more private.
The weather was sweltering by the time Chrom retired to their chambers. A storm had passed briefly- even shorter than his last meeting- and all it did was muggy the air without offering any reprieve from the heat.
He was all too ready to collapse into bed and sleep off the remainder of the afternoon, but the sight that greeted him in their parlor prompted a change of plans.
A haphazard trail of Robin’s discarded formal clothes led him to the queen herself, stretched out on the carpet in just her smalls, fast asleep. His hands fumbled with his own attire, shrugging off every piece while his feet carried him to his wife’s side.
“Gods, my love,” he breathed out as he leaned over her. “What do I do with you?”
He already had the answer, of course. He was always a fan of her ideas.
Gently, careful not to wake her, he rolled up her camisole to bare her lush curves. He made similar work of her drawers, loosening the strings and easing them down and off of her legs, fingers trailing reverently behind the white cotton.
He spent a moment just to drink in the sight. Robin’s breathing was deep, steady. Almost hypnotic from the way her chest rose and fell, dark nipples soft and begging for his touch. The fat padding her stomach was more inviting than any pillow he ever rested on, and he did just that. He settled between her legs and buried his face in her warm belly.
Chrom could’ve fallen asleep like that, nuzzling into her softness as he idly ran his hands along her sides. But his movements drew those noises from her again, mumblings between breaths and a whimper, and he could never resist.
He kissed her stomach, licking and sucking lightly at her flesh until her breathing grew shaky, massaging her breasts and teasing her peaks as thready whines bubbled out of her.
Robin squirmed, and he paused in his affections, letting her get comfortable again before doting on her further.
“Shh, that’s it,” he whispered soothingly as she curled onto her side. “Go back to sleep, dear.”
She did, muttering something unintelligible before she stilled. Chrom resumed, crawling behind her this time and drawing her back up against his chest, cuddling her to him. The position allowed him to press his lips to her nape while his hands caressed her chest and belly, his knee gently pushing her thighs apart. Whenever Robin got too worked up, her voice rising in pitch as her breathing stuttered, he would slow down and lull her back to sleep.
While his wife sank back into slumber, Chrom had only gotten harder. He pushed his length into her thighs with painstaking care. He didn’t enter her yet, merely dragging his shaft along her folds. She was already soaking, her wet heat making him shiver. The sensation racked her too, she writhed, mewling as he held her steady.
“It’s okay, I’m here.” He pressed his forehead into her hair, forcing himself to still despite his cock’s throbbing need to ravage her. “Just relax.”
She moaned, the sound making him dizzy with desire, but he held on to his composure, restricting himself to gently petting her until she was snoring again.
Only then did he allow himself to move. He didn’t thrust into her so much as he rolled his hips against hers, like the lap of waves along the shore. In and out, a calm rhythm to pleasure her without disturbing her sleep.
“Chrommm…”
He twitched at the sound of his name, slurred from drowsiness. Gently cupping her face, not wanting to wake her if she wasn’t already, he peeked at her countenance. “Robin?”
“Mmmm…” Her eyes remained shut. She nuzzled into his hand before stilling once more.
Affection bloomed in his chest and he had to stop himself from kissing her as passionately as he wanted to. This wasn’t the first time she called for him in her sleep, but he much preferred this over the nightmares she often had. If making love to her like this filled her dreams with bliss then he’d gladly serve her every night if he had to.
His hand roved down her plump thigh, squeezing it indulgently before lifting it just enough for him to angle his cock into her core. She whimpered at the feel of his swollen tip stretching her open and he soothed her through it, stroking her cheek as he pushed in ever so slowly.
Patience wasn’t one of his strengths, but for his wife, he had all the time in the world. He took his time, gently rocking their hips together as he coaxed her into ecstasy. A gradual build up from every careful touch and steady movement until the simmering pleasure finally overflowed.
Robin made a sound between a sigh and a moan, deep and breathy with contentment. She nuzzled his hand again, which had unfortunately grown numb, his arm pinned between her weight and the unforgiving floor.
It was worth it though. Chrom held her body flush against his, keeping his softening cock and his seed from spilling out of her. His free hand rubbed small circles into her belly, just beneath her navel.
He was already so obsessed with her figure, but the thought of her filling out more, getting rounder, swelling with their child… He had to bury his face in her hair to suppress a groan. His member twitched like it was determined to keep pumping her until that thought was made into reality.
A soft rumble sounded as Robin shook slightly. He blinked, lifting his head to peer at her again, only to find her looking back at him from the corner of her eye, her lips slightly upturned in a smirk. He wondered when she woke up.
“Want me to carry you to bed?” he asked. “It’s not far now.”
“Mmm…” Robin shifted, pressing her back more firmly against him and grinding their hips together. He gasped softly.
Her hand drifted up to his, lacing their fingers together over her stomach. “Ten more minutes,” she mumbled.
Chrom had no objections. Now that he was spent, the heat was making him sleepy. He held her closer and let the summer haze blanket them both.