I just want to thank everyone for all the awesome reviews; they really made me happy (heck, they made me DAW!). I wrote this at 5am after getting 4 hours sleep (largely due to a certain somebody in the same room getting laid and not being very quiet about it).
Also. To NinjaSheik...woah. That was fandom mixing if ever there was any. LoZ screenname, Narutard comment, on an FE story? O___o Anywho.
Erm...with response to Percussion, yeah...I see what you mean, and I felt it was a little forced too. But, bear in mind that I knew I had to go from hatred to plausible pairing in just 3 chapters. It was pretty hurried for a reason. Though, I did take your comments on board.
No, I won't be doing an S or SS-rank support conversation for the happy couple. XD I feel as though they deserve some privacy. That and I can't write smut to save my life. However, any of you are welcome to write it in my place. It's not like I own the pairing. So, I guess this is the end of this random little expedition. Unless, as I earlier mentioned, any of you have any other crack!pairings that you want me to write. Because if so, just leave a comment. It's not like I have anything better to do (like update my regular fics, Sellsword and Ellipsis, as I've been promising for absolutely aaaaages). XD
Enjoy! (And I hope this isn't the last time we meet!)
A-rank Support Conversation
Stefan unbuckled his sheath, letting it fall to the floor. "There, see? No stench of iron this time." He leaned closer, pushing her farther against the wall than he had before.
Lethe's breath caught in her throat. "You...smell of the lion tribe."
"What did you think, that I was descended from ravens?" He smirked, placing one hand slightly above her shoulder and cocking his head to one side.
"No..." She lowered her gaze, but Stefan lifted her chin once again.
"Glad to hear it." Still holding her face gently in his hand, he leaned forward and kissed her.
It was a few moments before she remembered to protest, and pushed him back. "Do not sully my mouth, Branded." But her voice was softer, almost breathless after the kiss.
"Would you rather I sullied elsewhere?" Stefan asked, his face perfectly straight but for a raised eyebrow. He moved forwards again, letting his hand slide from the wall down to trace the contours of her neck. Lethe shuddered.
"Was that a purr I heard, Lethe?" Stefan smiled.
"Nonsense. As if a halfbreed like you could--"
He silenced her with another kiss, and this time she forgot to resist at all. "I can feel your heart beating at a mile a minute," he murmured, running his other hand slowly through her hair. "Even behind the stench of iron, beast laguz can smell out strong emotion. You knew this was going to happen. You could have stopped it."
"I must admit..." Lethe broke off with a gasp as he ran his hand down her back. "I underestimated your determination."
"You still could have stopped it."
"I didn't want to," Lethe whispered, feeling both his rough hands caressing her body.
Stefan smiled. That was the response he had been waiting for. "Very glad to hear it." He pressed himself closer to her. "So, do you still want nothing to do with the Branded? Do you still think that we're wrong, that we're cursed?"
Lethe rested her head on his shoulder. "I suppose...given the current situation..." She snuggled closer. "So long as you're not a beorc, I can forgive myself."
"In which case, I suppose I can forgive you for having to forgive yourself." Stefan laughed, holding her tightly as his hands ran the length of her back. There was a definite purr this time.