Hit Me With Your Best Kiss.
She wouldn’t normally do this.
That is not to say it was unusual for Tempest to kiss a man, or woman besides; that part of her personality had never been good at remaining hidden. But the Ylissean Prince? That was a line even she had thought she would not cross. But she had never had much in the way of inhibition; and the ale that had been passed out among some of the soldiers that evening had not done anything to change that.
And it most certainly did not help matters that somewhere along the way he’d thought it a good idea to get to know her; to treat her like a human being and get her to see him as something other than her boss. Someone who could be thought of almost like a friend, or perhaps more besides if she let him get too close.
Maybe she already had let him let too close.
The little voice in the back of her head was persistent; telling her she should not do this, that this was the penultimate of bad ideas; but drunken instinct and gut feeling had long since drowned it out. Her gait was just a touch wobbly as she approached him, due more to uneven ground than intoxication, but it mattered not; for soon enough she was next to him and with a hand outstretched on his shoulder to steady herself. Before he could get out so much as a greeting, she’d set her other hand on his shoulder as well; using her grip to turn him around and pull him in towards her, taking opportunity of his surprise to seal her lips over his.
She lingered for a second; keeping still and letting it be a simple kiss. But soon enough she was tilting her head, deepening the embrace with her tongue gently brushing against his lips. Her hands moved from his shoulders, one resting on the back of his neck with tan fingers brushing the ends of his hair and the other sliding down to rest atop his chest.
After a moment more of this, however, she pulled away; her breathing surprisingly controlled despite the way her chest was heaving. Eyes that had shut now fluttered open, and sapphire hues lifted to meet cobalt as her teeth found purchase on her bottom lip.
☾ ϟ ☽ ➺┊❝Sorry,❞ she murmurs, and her voice holds an almost husky edge to it as she speaks. ❝I shouldn’t have done that.❞ Again, she acts before he can say anything; but this time it is to turn and leave, heading towards her tent and stumbling over the ground once more.
As drink and laughter circulated around the camp, Chrom found himself joining in, the taste of ale fresh on his tongue and a grin spread across his lips. It was just as much an opportunity to relax in such stressful times as it was an opportunity to bond with the men and women who looked to him for guidance and leadership. It warmed his heart to look around and see them carefree, even if it was only for a short time and his perception was slowly becoming more and more blurred with every drink from his pint.
Amongst the crowd he even saw Tempest partaking, gladdened at the sight of her with her comrades, knowing they were coming to think of her as a true Shepherd in the way he had since she’d first joined their ranks. The two of them had grown rather close, he liked to believe. Closer than he’d thought they’d be. Perhaps closer than he was ready to admit to himself, but the prince’s gaze lingered for several moments longer than appropriate until, even in his inebriated haze, he was able to tear it away and force himself to turn around so that he might not be tempted to dwell on thoughts he had no right to dwell upon.
But it seemed the Gods had something else planned for him.
Head turned ‘round to peer over his shoulder, cobalt hues widening ever so slightly to find the Plegian trying to gain his attention. Before he could entirely register what was happening, he was facing her and her lips had covered his, thoroughly erasing what was left of his coherent thought.
His eyes fell readily shut, leaning into her after a moment’s hesitation, though his hands hovered somewhat awkwardly in the air. One was still occupied by his drink. Heart pounding against his ribs, he nearly retreated in surprise when her tongue swept across his lips so boldly (at least in his mind, but they were very different people in that regard). Something, somewhere in the back of his mind yelled at him to pull away from her before someone saw them in so scandalous a position, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Chrom let his free hand come around to rest on her back, tilting his head and allowing the kiss to deepen.
It ended too quickly, but he did not pursue more.
A desire both familiar and not danced within his irises as he looked at her, cheeks warm and flushed. Even if he’d been able to say anything at her apology, he would have been able to think of nothing. Instead he could only watch as she walked away before shaking his head and taking a large swig of ale.
