Sun and Sand (Cordelia/MaMU)

"Out of my sight!"

The sword in Cordelia's mailed hand cut through the air like a flicker of steel, burying itself in the neck of the unfortunate brigand loitering on the beach resort they had been called to. He gurgled, grasping at the steel blade embedded in his throat for a breath -- then two -- before falling still, blood spilling onto the white sands. Robin had been ready to lend assistance, flames wreathing his left hand while the right manipulated the Arcfire tome but he had proved to not be necessary in dispatching such a lowly threat. His wife flicked the blood off of her blade, spattering the sand with small red craters while she looked to him for guidance on their next target. He gestured, a flick of his hand towards a small group of the enemy attempting to get their gear together before a set of Shepherds butchered them just like their allies, but Cordelia was already in motion beside him as he began to sprint with her, like a well oiled and much-used machine of violence. The clanking of plate and jingle of chainmail joined heavy breathing as the duo sprinted fifty meters in under ten seconds, Cordelia's path cleared by following directly behind Robin before he veered off at the last second, allowing her shield to make impact with the nearest ruffian's throat with a sound like wood splintering. Cordelia wasn't the world's best runner he mused while incinerating the woman foolish enough to take up spear against him, but still her concept of being 'bad' at something was being much better than almost everyone else.
	It was a short, bloody business all around, Chrom remarked to him after the fact. Robin couldn't help but agree with him -- they had come to the resort on behest of one of the Anna's to relax, and instead they had to throw on armor and draw weapons against marauders from the Outrealms. Even if the battle itself had been less than half an hour, they still had to clean their armor and weapons, drag off and bury the bodies of the dead (giving them a proper blessing at the behest of most of the army) and they needed to clear off of the beach to give the work crews time to clean or hide the blood on the sands. Still, they had found time to enjoy themselves, the various members of the army finding time to joke or debate with each other during lulls in the battle itself, the work after the battle, or now when they had gathered on the beach for a small party in front of the sunset and the waves. Robin and his wife had been among them, sharing a tender moment (also a mildly comical one, and in front of the entire army no less) right in the middle of the battle almost keeping their minds off the roil of combat around them, carrying them to happier times and places.
	And still, he could not forget the initiative he had lost. It had been a harmless gesture -- cute, even, but his pride cut at him, digging into his thoughts and whispering that he must have the last word. The (complementary) beer had drowned that for a bit, laughter and alcohol blinding him to his pride while he drank with his comrades and friends, but the haze eventually fell upon him and now the liquid courage only pushed him onwards, bowing out of a fascinating conversation with Donnel and Kellam about the best plants for harvest in the tropical weather and stalked his way over to his wife, focusing less on keeping his posture and more on keeping his balance on the suddenly less-than-stready sand. Cordelia was laughing quietly at some joke Sumia had made, hand covering her mouth while she sat in a carefully-folded position to keep the skirt properly folded around her legs in the gentle breeze -- the picture of beauty and perfection on a seaside vista.
	Sumia excused herself politely at Robin's approach, causing his wife to turn to him as he stumbled (damn it!) the last few feet before plopping down beside her, sand already getting into his coat while he regained his posture. "Hey, Cordy." She had turned her head just enough to face him, hands folded on her lap to complete her lady-like pose. The pet name had drawn her attention, drawing a short giggle and smile out of her before she spoke. "Robin, you're drunk." She was blindly reaching into the bag she carried with her, searching for something (probably a cloth to clean his face) but Robin interrupted her, clasping a hand to her face and locking eyes with her. "I may be drunk and you are beautiful, but in the morning I shall be sober." Paraphrasing from a better speaker than him, and probably changing it's entire meaning, but in his current state he saw no better way of expressing how he felt right then. By the blush rapidly spreading across Cordelia's face, it had worked too. "W-well, I-" Cordelia was cut off by his lips against hers, a chaste kiss coupled with a decidedly unchaste hand running up her thigh slowly, creeping under her skirt and teasing the soft, pale flesh underneath. She broke the kiss and playfully pushed him away from her, although the hand returned to her skirt after just a moment. "Robin, what's gotten into you?" Her voice held no edge to it, and she didn't protest when he teased just a bit higher than normal with his hand, her face blushing in the flickering campfires light. He didn't respond, his actions speaking any louder than words could; the initiative was his once more.
	They sat there, Robin leaning on Cordelia and pointedly watching the fire while he taunts her, moments lost to the crackle of the fire and each others breathing. Eventually she stood, wriggling free of his amorous grasp but still guiding him to his slightly unsteady feet. She led him by hand into the darkness, back towards the building they had been set up in for the night. He wasn't entirely sure where  they were going, but Cordelia always knew where she needed to go, so that was okay. Her long, red hair trailed behind her, whipping this way and that with every change of direction. She found whatever door she was looking for, pushing it open and yanking him inside before the door slammed shut behind him. His attempt at finding his bearings was interrupted by the sensation of gravity betraying him as he fell to the bed Cordelia had pushed him into. He struggled out of his coat and halfway out of his shirt, fairly confident that he knew where this was going. What surprised him out of that confidence was the ferocity she attacked his pants with, dragging them off him entirely.
	Robin tried to sit up, legs over the edge of the bed locking under it to pull himself while still partially tangled in his clothes but Cordelia pushed him back down again firmly but softly. "H-hey, Cordy, I-" "Robin, quiet. This will feel good, I promise." She took a breath, steadied herself, and slowly sank to her knees in front of him.  Robin's smallclothes were peeled off and his length sprang forth into Cordelia's face. Without hesitation she pressed against it, sniffing deep to absorb his scent. A look from her stifled his half-formed complaint before she pulled back to stare at him for a moment, red eyes flickering over his prone form. He felt self-conscious for a moment before her appraising gaze, unable to actually cover himself he settled for staring her back, trying to regain the initiative she had seized from him. Cordelia studied him for another moment or so, gaze now focused on his erect member not but a foot from her face. She leaned forward, hot breath tickling him while she stared.
	He twitched when she kissed the tip chaste as could be while staring Robin in the eye. He blushed when she licked him, long and slow down the underside of his length. He looked away (for just a moment) when she stroked him with an experienced touch. He let out his first gasp when she took him into her mouth, smoothly but slowly bobbing on his cock. Her mouth was divine, massaging him from all angles with a dextrous touch he never thought that she would have. Still, it was not to last, and she soon pulled off of him, saliva trailing from her mouth to his tip while she shot to her feet, blushing intently. With a burst of motion she was on top of him, straddling his waist and lining her cleft up with his member. She dripped upon him, wetness only making him even harder, somehow. Robin tried to reach up to her to remove her last article of clothing but she pushed him down, gently undoing her bra while she kneeled above him, soaking him in her juices.
	There wasn't much of a difference with the bra on or off, to be honest given her complete lack of breasts, but it still made him happy to see her without it, unconstrained by anything but her lust. Cordelia circled her entrance on his cockhead once, twice, three times before gently pressing down upon him, slowly sliding down onto his length while she steadied herself over him and stared deeply into his eyes while she panted and whimpered. Her red hair curtained them, surrounding both Robin and Cordelia in a little world where all they could see was each other's faces -- but he could still feel her moving, slowly at first but faster and faster upon him. Her depths sucked at Robin, heat and warmth comfortable and familiar, welcoming him inside while he bucked occasionally with her downthrusts. But while in his haze he felt comforted by her presence, her face had broken from her usual near-stoic half smiles and flat faces, Cordelia had broken into a face that could only be described as 'lewd' as she panted and gasped around his cock. Under her breath she had begun mumbling "Come on, give it to me, I've waited all night" over and over and over, squeezing him with her thighs to push him further towards the edge. He managed to get out "Cordy-", trying to warn her about his closeness before she shushed him, panting and moaning in between her mantra. When at last he came, jets of white launched into her she screamed, high and piercing and her face twisting into something indescribably lewd while she fell over the edge, thighs clenching around him as she collapsed onto his chest, panting into his neck.
	"That was -- that was pretty good." she got out after a minute of panting. "Care to go again, Robin?"