Title: by the fire
Rating: G
Fandom: Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones
Relationship: Marisa/Tethys
Wordcount: 397
Short summary: Marisa has settled in a quiet moment to polish her sword by the fireplace. Tethys comes by and flusters Marisa once again.

“Marisa! There you are.”

“Hmm?”

Marisa hums quietly, a little confused as to why Tethys has greeted her with such cheer. There isn’t much going on, or at least Marisa didn’t think there was much to be excited about? That’s why she had taken the quiet moment to pull out her sword and give it a nice polish.

“Are you cold? You’re sitting pretty close to the fireplace.”

“Not particularly?

Marisa shakes her head but finds her skin prickling as she senses Tethys’ presence coming closer and closer. As if she senses a little danger coming from the older dancer clothed in seductive silks. But Marisa manages not to flinch when Tethys sits down, an arm’s length away, and turns her sparkling eyes and red lipsticked smile directly at Marisa.

“If so, you can snuggle right here.” Tethys giggles. “I’m open.”

Tethys emphasizes just how open she is by spreading her arms out wide, her bracelets jingling against each other. Marisa looks at that bosom only for the briefest moments before turning her gaze back down at her sword, her cheeks a little red. Because unlike her, Tethys does look soft and comfortable to snuggle against and…

Marisa coughs. “It’d be hard to polish my sword.”

This causes Tethys’ giggle to change into full-on laughter. Marisa raises an eyebrow; she doesn’t think it’s that funny, but Tethys has laughed about Marisa’s seriousness before. It’s probably something along those lines.

“I guess that’s true,” Tethys says once her laughter quiets down. Then Marisa feels a shift in the air. She looks up from her sword to see Tethys has pushed herself slightly off the floor.

“Well, I’m cold so I’m going to move in a little closer,” Tethys says as explanation before she moves.

“Tethys?” Marisa blushes. Closer…as in closer to Marisa? And not to the fire?

Tethys sees Marisa’s blush and grins. “Don’t mind me.” She has closed the distance in half; if she leaned over slightly she could rest her head on Marisa’s shoulder. Not that Marisa wants that right now but…

“I’m just admiring how you look in the firelight,” Tethys whispers. And then just crosses her arms and truly just…watches.

Marisa turns her gaze away. This is rather embarrassing, but she knows this is just how Tethys is. It doesn’t stop the blush or the skin tingling or… But it doesn’t mean…if only if…

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