Obsession (Chevalier & Spark)

[Spark]

Fire Emblem: Three Houses Fan-Fiction
[ Ashe x Byleth ]

Written by:
Chevalier & Spark


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The reception hall had been transformed, the massiveness of the room starkly obvious as the tables and benches - traditionally available as a place for the students to study and socialize - were cleared away for the Garreg Mach Ball. The event was widely anticipated by the students, who no doubt needed a break from the dark reality of the day. The magic of a formal affair brought an energy of levity: even the candles upon the chandeliers seemed to burn brighter than usual, the flicker of the flames glimmering upon the expanse of freshly polished marble tiles. Two hundred officer's academy students socialized and drank champagne, their mass comfortably lining the walls without encroaching upon the dance floor that was the center of the room. Tonight, the student body collectively managed to forget the lurking dangers of their unknown enemy. Tonight there would be music, and dancing, and drinks... Tonight, Remire Village was forgotten.

Byleth remained a casual observer of the event, easily assuming the chaperone role that was expected of a professor. She watched with mild interest as the stringed instruments began to play ballroom music, queuing a minority of the young men present to bravely invite their favored lady to dance. The former mercenary couldn't claim to know most of the students in attendance: as she watched those gracefully moving about the center of the room, she was only able to identify Edelgard and Dimitri: both of whom danced with strangers, so far as the professor could tell. Her gaze could not help but attach to the two of several dozen she could recognize.

Her attention was suddenly brought back to her immediate surroundings, Claude approaching with an easy smile upon his lips. He winked as he reached out and grabbed the hand of the Blue Lion's professor. She was unable to resist as he led her to the dance floor: once arrived, the charming and confident house leader showed great talent, managing to successfully lead Byleth in a graceful dance despite her lack for previous instruction on the ritual. It was easy enough to enjoy Claude's company, but... After their dance, Byleth thanked him in her usual monotonous way, unceremoniously taking her leave thereafter. She stepped away from the crowds, out the double door that opened out to the courtyard. [View in-game cut scene of the Garreg Mach Ball here.]

The crisp night air filled her lungs and she held a breath for a moment before giving and long and slow exhalation. Sea-blue eyes scanned the exterior of the building, taking note of the presence of several lingering students, none of them known to her. Her interest and attention waned, her feet taking to wander as her mind strayed.

[View in-game cut scene of the following conversation here.]

Byleth was pleasantly surprised to find Ashe within the goddess tower, her aimless walk yielding great reward.

“Professor!" he greeted her brightly. "Did you come up here for a rest too?”

“That’s right,” she agreed, offering an affirmative nod.

“I guess we think along the same lines," Ashe mused. "I was feeling kind of worn out. Everyone else seems used to this kind of thing, but I’ve never been to anything like it before,” the archer admitted humbly. “My friends did teach me a bit about proper manners and how to dance," he continued. "But I still feel out of place. Stepping on girls’ feet, messing up the pretty floral decorations…" His laugh was endearing, even as it was the self-depreciative sort. "I’ve been a bit of a disaster. Sometimes I wonder if it’s even right for someone like me to be in a place like this.”

Byleth was regretful to have not witnessed Ashe klutzing about the ball, consoling herself with an imagination of his delightful brand of innocence and awkward. “I feel that way sometimes too,” she confessed to his latter remark. It was true that a large part of her bond with the student was precisely because of the fact. They were both outsiders to their house. While the Blue Lions treated both of them with respect and affection, it remained that neither of them had grown up as the close friends of the crowned prince of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, nor had they attended a prodigious magic school. Byleth felt an immediate attraction to the common born archer: even as her demeanor might make it less obvious, the woman began to show a preference of his company fairly early in her career at the monastery.

“Really? You do? That’s kind of reassuring!”

She smiled lightly at the stress upon the pronoun. Could it be that he really revered her so?

“Have you heard the stories about the Goddess Tower?" he asked causally.

Of course she had, but she didn't say as much. She preferred to listen to Ashe speak: the young man could be reading the dictionary and she'd remain absolutely enthralled. His voice poured from his lips like honey, while his speech had a sort of hopeful optimism that Byleth found to be as rare as it was inspiring.

"They say if a man and woman make a wish together here, the goddess will make it come true,” Ashe continued.

Byleth considered briefly. “Let’s make a wish together, then,” she suggested.

“My thoughts exactly!" he chimed happily. "Do you have anything in particular you’d like to wish for?”

“My wish is…” the professor trailed off. It wasn't that she couldn't identify her wish in that moment: it was simply that her desire wasn't appropriate and it involved present company.

“Your wish is?” Ashe inquired sweetly.

“For your wish to come true, Ashe,” Byleth decided.

“What? My wish? W-well, um…let me think,” he turned the facing of his body, looking away from his professor as he considered for moment. “All right, I’ve got it. I wish for my brother and sister back home to be able to live out their lives in peace.”

“That’s just like you,” Byleth remarked with a soft smile upturning the corners of her lips.

His gaze shifted back to his professor. “This kind of thing is pretty embarrassing, huh?" The you man's cheeks reddened lightly.

Byleth showed no outwards reaction but inwardly she swooned. Ashe's blush was easily the most alluring sight she'd ever witnessed: it always caused for a rush of want, and the impulses were getting harder to resist by the day.

"Maybe I should be heading back," Ashe continued after a pause. "I’ll never get better at fancy social events like this if I keep running away from them, right?" Understandably, he didn't seem particularly excited about the prospect. "I guess I should ask another girl to dance," he decided. "Oh, but I’d better make sure I go over the steps again first.”

“You could dance with me,” Byleth offered. The invitation was given with a soft smile, otherwise remaining devoid of emotion. Her level tone and unnatural calmness was often misunderstood to be an adherence to professionalism: at present, though, that particular impression would be wrong. So very wrong.

“Really? You’d do that?" His voice was grateful, inspiring his professor to hope that he considered the invitation to be significant. "Wow, that’d be great! ...Just promise not to laugh if I mess it up, okay?”

Byleth didn't verbally respond, inclining her head by a single degree as she studied the young man. Her generally stoic expression had given way to a unique blend of amusement and affection. She smiled good naturedly, her regard of him warm, even if the heat couldn't be felt outside of her own chest.

“Come on. Let’s head back,” he insisted.

[End cut scene conversation.]

Byleth accepted Ashe's invitation, walking abreast the archer as their steps carried them towards the reception hall. In thoughtful silence for several long moments, Byleth experienced an undeniable swell at having the young archer at her side. She didn't feel a particular guilt at taking such a pleasure: even as the eighteen year old man was at least a decade younger than herself (she didn't know her exact age, but it was assumed to be in the upper reaches of her twenties), the woman had long ago morally muddled through the reasons why she shouldn't. The list was considerable: the first item, of course, being that professors were forbidden from taking sexual advantage of their students. Balanced against her selfish desires and fixation... Well. So far she'd managed to keep her hands off of him, despite a draw that was so intense that it was oftentimes painful. Byleth would try to fill the void of his light, habitually taking Ashe to dinner - with another classmate present - every time the team took their break day in the monastery. She cooked with him, took him to tea, gave him gifts... Admittedly, the professor was good to all the students of her house, and so likely it didn't seem to be entirely unbecoming behavior. But the reality of it...

Her gaze shifted to the handsome silver haired archer.

He wouldn't stop you, she told herself with confidence. All you need to do is initiate...

As they neared their destination, Byleth hooked her arm around the bend of Ashe's elbow, in the style of one being escorted. Her body swept nearer to his over the span of a couple steps, the entanglement of her wrapped arm tightening briefly in a subtle hug-like squeeze. "I'm excited to dance with you," she admitted as she loosened her grip to something more casual. Her attention focused intently upon his face. "And not just because you're so exceptionally handsome," she added with an uncharacteristic playfulness.

 

[Chevalier]

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Underneath the gaze of the moon's solemn light, two silhouettes walked closely together. Ashe had never expected to find himself in his present situation, the tempo in his heart rising with each, successive step. To be walking with the Professor alone was already enough to make the awkward Garreg Mach Ball a pleasant experience, but to have the chance to dance with her? That was a fantasy that he had never expected to become true. As they moved across through the darkened courtyards that led back to the reception hall, Ashe had to sneakily pinch himself to make sure that he was in fact, not dreaming.​

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Ashe was practically lost in his own thoughts when the Professor suddenly gravitated closer, grasping at his arm. Her unexpected touch was enough to cause a gash of red to singe the boy's otherwise pale cheeks. "Ah! Likewise Professor... I'll admit, I'm very nervous about dancing, but if it's with you, I think I won't have much to worry about." He didn't have the opportunity to say anything more when his eyes caught the Professor's gaze staring up at his own. Even though she was his professor, it was very difficult for Ashe to resist the woman's charm, her sapphire gemstones often pervading his thoughts. He found himself staring back into them with his own, vibrant shades of emerald, unable to look away from her captivating features.​

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"P-Professor!" Ashe's face was burning red, surprised by the Professor's sudden playfulness. While it wasn't the first time she had ever teased him, she certainly had never said anything like that to him before. "You can't just say those sort of things..." He whined, "People might get the wrong idea if they hear you say that... and I don't want you to get in trouble," Deep down, the boy wanted to requite the Professor's feelings, to tell her how he truly felt about her. But he was also scared, unsure of whether or not she would ever feel the same way about him. Ever since she comforted him about the death of his adopted father, he had harbored an ever-growing crush on his professor. She stubbornly beautiful and smart, but even more importantly, she never looked down upon him like some of the other nobles did. He was a boy of simple common birth and yet, the Professor always made him feel like he was much more than that.​

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"I... I... think you look beautiful too, Professor," he attempted to whisper underneath his breath, as if speaking a forbidden spell. As he spoke, he made sure to turn his face away so that his softly spoken words would be barely audible to the woman walking beside him. Before she could point out his embarrassing statement, the boy turned back towards his Professor, "Shall we head inside? I'm not sure how much longer the dancing will last for... and I'm not quite confident enough to dance without music." He allowed an embarrassed smile to draw across his face before leading her into the reception hall, where the festivities were taking place.​

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The reception hall was vibrant and lively, dense congregations of budding students intermingling with one another as they occupied the outer ring of the luxuriously furnished hallway. At the center of the room, the nobles danced gracefully to the gentle hymns of live violins, a lavish spectacle for a boy that had been born with nothing. From within the crowd, many familiar faces could be found, with many figures dancing with such confident decorum. Ashe felt completely out of place in such a setting... and yet, he would not lose this opportunity to dance with the woman he adored. "Ah, I think we can step in now!" He smiled, grabbing the Professor by the hand as he led her through the crowd and into the center of the room. Several of the nobles shot the boy strange looks, as it was abundantly clear that a commoner had no place in the waltz.​

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"This kid is just going to embarrass himself." One of the students from another house remarked,​

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"Shh! He's dancing with Professor Byleth. If she hears you saying such things, we could get in trouble." ​

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"Tch. Poor Professor. I actually feel bad for her. She's probably only dancing with him because nobody else will." ​

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Ashe pretended not to hear the vitriol that was slung from the corner of his ear. "S-sorry, Professor, you might have to lead a little at first," A faux, slightly pained smile made its way across the boy's normally cheerful face. Although he always tried his best to remain positive, he knew that Byleth was becoming good at picking out his true emotions. Eventually, the music started... and the nobles each began moving with practiced expertise. He waited patiently for Byleth to lead, awkwardly taking his first, few steps as he temporarily allowed nervous emotions to get the better of him. Ashe found himself looking down at the ground in an attempt to focus on his sloppy footwork, which helped little and eventually, the boy found himself stepping on the toe of the Professor's boot. "I'm... I'm sorry!" He squeaked, keeping his voice as low as possible as to not bring any more embarrassment to the woman he cared for. He tried his best to recover, changing his strategy so that he was looking up at the Professor's eyes instead of his feet.​

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"Haha. Do you see this idiot? He actually stepped on her foot..."​

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"Yikes, that's so embarrassing... do you think the Professor is okay? I'd be so embarrassed to be in her shoes..."​

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Ashe sighed, his signature smile making its way across his face. He needed to stop caring about what other people were saying. He felt that this was his chance to impress the Professor... and he was squandering it by letting his nerves gain the better of him. After focusing for a few moments, he realized that the dance was in fact, much more simple than he originally anticipated... many of the moves being repeated several times over the course of the dance. He was quite adept with his feet and hands, having been a thief in his youth and an archer in school - so such a dance wasn't nearly as difficult as he thought. Over the course of several moments, his footwork hastily improved, until everyone began to notice he was on par with the other nobles around him.​

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"Oh hey, look at him, he actually looks pretty good!" ​

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"Yeah... and he's pretty handsome too. Do you think he'll let me dance with him after?"​

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Handsome? Ashe blushed, he continued to dance admirably, but found himself blushing at the notion. He remembered what the Professor had said to him before they began dancing... and wondered if it meant more than it seemed. Eventually, the dancing came to a close, the final festivities being wrapped up by the church as the students all prepared to return to their rooms for the night. The Professor and Ashe were separated when Byleth had to assist the other Professors with some of the other affairs for the night, but instead of going home, Ashe decided to wait in the halls for her to be free once again.​

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"Professor!" Ashe waved to the Professor as he caught her leaving the building. He moved towards her, his radiant smile practically glowing underneath the moon's light. "I'm so glad that I caught you. I just wanted to say thank you for dancing with me... I know I wasn't very good, but you kept your promise and didn't laugh at me." He chuckled, "Even though you probably should have..." He added, crossing his hands nervously behind his back, "Hey, would it be alright if I walked you home? Call me old fashioned, but I don't think it'd be proper for me to let you walk home by yourself when it's so dark out." He paused, his face blushing slightly at his own offer. "What do you say?"​

 

[Spark]

Ah, that blush. Byleth’s smile widened at the sight: even as the archer chastised her for the potential of other people hearing her words as she meant them – certainly something she could get in trouble for – she couldn’t help but hold the happy expression. It was tempting to compliment Ashe again, or further hint at her interest, if only to see exactly how flustered she could make him. But now wasn’t the time to press. Too hard. “I’m only speaking the truth,” she offered sincerely. As they approached the reception hall, the woman simply let the warmth linger, giving the young man a break from her adoring gaze and remarks as she looked up at the stars.

She nearly missed the archer’s returned compliment. As she turned her attention to him, she had no intention of putting him on the spot about it, but her pleased smile no doubt proved that she had, indeed, heard. Ashe quickly invited her inside the reception hall, following with an embarrassed smile that made the professor melt inside.

But handsome as he was, with such mesmerizing mannerisms and an angelic voice: it was him that attracted Byleth. The young man was the embodiment of good. He was always offering his time and energy to help his friends and peers, demonstrated a strong moral compass, and was an all-around great person with an amazing optimistic energy. He genuinely took it upon himself to give compassion and goodness to the world: the former mercenary had never met someone so selflessly righteous and pure. Byleth was fascinated with him.

She followed him to the dance floor, of course, finding more satisfaction than she should at the young man taking her hand to lead her there. On their way to their destination, she heard the sideline remarks from the students just as well as Ashe had. She ignored them, as well – there was no reason to cause a scene over such petty insults – but as she turned to face her dancing partner she offered a bright smile, the radiance of which he’d never seen before. The professor had gradually learned to express some emotion in the nine months that she’d been at the academy; while the whole team had helped in bringing some expressions of humanity to formally the stone faced mercenary, it was Ashe that made her smile the most.

“I don’t mind,” she responded gently to his mention of her needing to lead him a little at first. The professor gave a subtle smirk as her thoughts drifted in to inappropriate territory.

Admittedly, Byleth didn’t know the waltz nearly so well as most of those in attendance, but her dance with Claude had given a her enough of an idea to not make an idiot of herself. The woman was graceful, in general: and so was Ashe, even if his fluster threw him off at the beginning. The archer excelled on physical grace and dexterity on the battlefield, matched only by Felix: it made the nerves and sloppy footwork of the moment especially endearing. “Don’t apologize,” the professor spoke softly. She watched as the young man raised his eyes to look in to her own. “You’re amazing,” she remarked matter-of-factly. “And there is no one I’d rather dance with.”

Her left hand, placed lightly upon Ashe’s shoulder, offered a brief tightening as she moved her body closer to his. They didn’t quite touch, but the proximity of her would prevent Ashe from looking at his feet if he happened to fall back to such. The nearness also allowed the professor great leverage in directing her partner’s movements, the hand intertwined with Ashe’s need only lightly press or pull to remind the archer which way their feet should be moving. It wasn’t long before the young man no longer needed her to lead, quickly memorizing the pattern of footwork. Byleth smiled at him as his improvement was enough to draw pleasant remarks from his peers.

For the remainder of their dance, Byleth simply soaked in the moment. Her mind found a temporary quiet that allowed her to enjoy herself without the acknowledgement of underlying concerns or desires. “Again?” she asked hopefully as the music lulled, allowing pairs of dancers to come and go for the next dance. Ashe didn’t refuse, and so the professor lingered a little longer in her enjoyments.

It seemed the end of the event came rather abruptly. Byleth tried not to show her disappointment when it was time for her to take leave of her student so as to fulfill her professor related after-party duties. “Thank you for the dances, Ashe. I really enjoyed our time together.”

Her mind wandered as completed her tasks. She thought back to when she’d first arrived, trying to remember the exact moment that she realized she was hopelessly enamored with the archer. She’d liked him immediately, of course, but… After his adoptive father was executed, just months within the professor’s arrival, the mildly interested woman had ample excuse to get to know the young man better. She couldn’t claim that she was particularly comforting: she was there, though, quietly and constantly (and oftentimes with food or tea and presents). Even as Ashe climbed out from under his sadness, the light and energy returning to him, the professor just…didn’t cease her attentions towards him. Their relationship remained painfully platonic, however.

You can wait for him to graduate the officers’ academy, she told herself, as she often did.

When she was finished with her work for the evening, the professor had managed to regain some of her sense. It was probably for the best that she wasn’t able to leave the Garreg Mach Ball with Ashe, as the rush of having him so close, witnessing his blushes in a more intimate way than ever before… Could she have resisted?

The call of his voice caused her breath to catch in her throat. She turned towards him, her expression softening in the moment that her sapphire eyes caught his smile. She listened as he spoke, giving a light nod as he thanked her for dancing with him. “I loved it,” she remarked simply in response to his doubt of how skillfully he danced. “If I do ever laugh, I’m sure that you’ll be the cause,” she commented. “…But only for all the right reasons.”

Ashe offered to walk her to her room. Not entirely a surprise, given the man’s chivalrous nature. Byleth couldn’t help but being caught off guard, however, with the offer being made in conjunction with a light flush to Ashe’s features. In the dim beneath the stars and moon, it seemed all the more forbidden to her.

She smiled brightly. Wordlessly she approached him, wrapping her arm around his as she had before. Once settled at his side she spoke. “You’re such a gentleman,” she complimented appreciatively.

It wasn’t in Byleth to make small talk as the pair walked towards the dormitories. She was deep in thought, her mind struggling to decide and justify just exactly what she’d do when they made it to her doorstep.

You can’t, she told herself. At least not now. It would be the definition of taking advantage if you –

She glanced in his direction.

He was so irresistibly handsome. And sweet. Byleth knew she had to have him and… she wasn’t so sure that she could wait until his graduation.

When they arrived at her room, Byleth disentangling herself as Ashe stopped near the door. She took a couple of steps away before turning to face her escort.

Goddess, she wanted to kiss him. So badly. But…

“Good night, Ashe,” she spoke, even as it pained her to say it. “Thank you, again, for such a wonderful evening.”

Her expression barely masked her remorse as she heard his good-byes. As the archer turned to leave, however –

“Ashe, wait –” Byleth suddenly spoke. She knew that it was wrong, and yet…she couldn’t stop herself. As soon as the handsome archer's emerald eyes returned to her she dared a question. “...Would you come in?” she asked innocently, as if she might have any other reason to invite him in to her room. As she asked the question, she took a few backwards steps towards her door, her hand reaching back to turn the handle, so as to keep her sight on the archer throughout. She stepped aside as the door swung over the threshold, motioning subtly for him to enter ahead of her.

 

[Chevalier]

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A melancholic feeling touched the young archer as the pair ended their walk in front of the Professor's room. Although he longed to spend more time with his beautiful Professor, he knew that he could only make up so many excuses to be around her. Upon reaching the door, Ashe's signature smile took the handsome features of his face once again. "Ah, I guess this is it." He crossed his hands behind his back as he prepared to say his goodbye. "It was quite the pleasure dancing with you. Thank you for teaching me," His fingers twirled behind his back as his gaze shifted away from Byleth's captivating eyes. "I'm sorry that I struggled a bit at first... It must have been embarrassing having to lead. But thanks to you, I won't have to be nervous dancing anymore." Glancing towards the door, Ashe knew that their night had come to an end.

"Good night, Professor. I'll see you in class tomorrow." The boy turned away from the Professor, taking only a single step before he heard her voice stop him once more. He paused, turning back towards the woman that had called out to him. "Yes Professor? Is something wrong?" The Archer paused, wondering if he had forgotten something important. Instead, the Archer was taken by surprise when Byleth extended an offer for him to come inside.

"Inside?" Even the aloof boy knew the implications of entering a woman's home at night, but despite his instincts giving away the Professor's intentions, he figured that it was unlikely that the Professor favored him in such a way. "Ah, sure. Now that I think about it, I've never seen the inside of your room." Ashe chuckled, "If it's not too late for you, I wouldn't mind coming inside." He waited for the Professor to unlock the door, before stepping into the room after her. Upon entering the room, Ashe wasn't surprised by how tidy her home was, but at the same time, the boy noticed that Byleth didn't keep many belongings.

"You have a nice place, Professor." Ashe mused, unsure of what to with himself given the situation. It felt strange being in the Professor's home, but it also felt comforting. "It's much more spacious than the student dorms, that much is for sure." Ashe averted his emerald gemstones away from his surroundings and towards the Professor. "What would you like to do? If you're hungry, I'd be happy to make you something to eat." He smiled, unsure of what else to suggest in the present moment.

"Let me take care of you. It's the least I can do after embarrassing you with my dancing."

 

[Spark]

Truth be told, none of the students – or other professors, or even Jeralt – had seen the inside of Byleth’s humble abode. It wasn’t a fact the woman cared to share as Ashe mused about how he’d never seen her room. He accepted the invitation and didn’t seem to suspect her motives: it would be better that he not know just how bold her invitation really was.

Once they were inside her room, Byleth shut the door behind them and led towards the center of the space. She turned to watch Ashe as he spoke: he complimented her place, asked what she’d like to do, and offered to make her something to eat. The professor smiled gently as he expressed an interest in taking care of her, claiming he owed her as much. She’d argue the latter point but…

He was simply irresistible.

“Oh, Ashe,” Byleth swooned. She focused her gaze upon his as she casually approached, the distance between their bodies requiring only a few steps to close the gap. Once the professor stood directly before her student a hand drew upwards: her fingertips were first to caress the archer’s skin, her touch lightly brushing his cheek, reaching towards his temple. The movement drew her palm to cup his jawline. “You are so good…and sweet.” A naturally bright smile lit up the professor’s face as she reverently spoke of his qualities.

Ashe would only briefly be able to witness the expression: after speaking, Byleth offered no hesitation as she brought her lips to his. Her approach was deliberately gentle, her sapphire eyes staring in to his as she leaned in to kiss him, allowing Ashe an ample moment to process what was happening before it happened. As her lips pressed tenderly and confidently against his, the position of her hand shifted, her fingertips combing through his silver hair.

Her first kiss was relatively brief. Smoothly withdrawing her lips, Byleth intently soaked in details of the moment, her senses and mind devoted to committing the memory to long-term. “Be mine, Ashe. Let me take care of you,” she reflected his earlier offer with suggestive purr. She’d linger a moment, eager to witness the man’s response.

Her mouth returned to his, lips parting against his moments after contact. She brushed her tongue lightly along his lips, urging him to grant her further explorations. Her hand continued to run through the man’s hair; in the moment that their kiss deepened, her fingers curled to take a gentle grip of his silver strands at the back of his skull. Her attentions remained tender though a certain possessive quality was quickly becoming apparent: she kissed him deeper, with more intensity, and used her grip to pull his mouth harder against hers. Her alternate hand slid along the bend of Ashe’s side, snaking around his waist to draw him closer in the same moment as she pressed herself against him.

To say the moment was euphoric for the former mercenary would be an understatement. The woman felt a blissful satisfaction that coupled oddly with an immediate rush of desire for more: Byleth could hardly make sense of what she felt in the moment, but she at least understood the gratifications that would allow her to greedily prolong her state of ecstasy. Slowly she led Ashe towards her bed, guiding him to walk backwards half a dozen steps, refusing to take her lips or hands off of him in the meantime. He'd find the mattress suddenly halt his progress, blocking his legs from mid-thigh downwards. Byleth continued to press, however, aiming to buckle the archer into a seated position. If he didn’t resist she’d climb on to his lap, continuing to kiss him hungrily. Her hand left his back, tracing the curve of his waist as her touch sought to explore his chest through his clothing. As her roaming hand neared his collarbone it pressed in to him lightly: Byleth used the grounding to push herself away, forcing her lips and tongue to take their leave of him.

Her breathing was deeper than usual, causing her chest to rise and fall dramatically, and her face wore an uncharacteristic flush. Her sapphire eyes watched her lover-to-be with absolute and obvious adoration. “Ashe,” she spoke his name endearingly. Her touch trailed down his shoulders and arms, taking a hold of the back of both his hands. “I want to teach you how to make love.” She moved his hands, pressing his palms against the curve of her hips. Encouraging him to caress upwards, Byleth shot a playful smile. Her hips gyrated against his lap and her back arched lightly as their hands approached her chest. Her lips parted as she teasingly grazed the sides of her breasts on their upwards progress; ultimately, she guided his hands to the lapels of her long coat. Hooking his thumbs beneath the material, Byleth’s touch dropped from him as she lowered her arms. “Take off my jacket.”

She followed the request with another eager kiss. The lingering of her lips upon his was short-lived, the woman’s affectionate kisses trailing towards his throat.

 

[Chevalier]

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Ashe hadn't been in the Professor's dwelling for very long until she began making her move, casually moving towards him so that she could begin caressing him with her feminine digits. The boy was surprised by Byleth's sudden advance, blushing profoundly as fingers trailed the silhouette of his portrait. "Th-thanks... but I'm really not anything special, Professor." He remarked candidly, the boy still unable to ascertain the Professor's flirtatious intentions. As her fingers moved to his jawline, Ashe couldn't help but feel entranced by the beauty of his Professor, unable to look away from her captivating gaze as her sweet words touched his ears. But the confusion would only be extended when her face migrated dangerously close to his.

"P-Profess-" before Ashe could finish his sentence, soft lips crashed against his in a heated, passionate kiss. The surprised boy had never kissed a woman before, his first kiss causing his body to practically react in shock. He was entirely stunned and overwhelmed, unable to move as a hand moved through his silvery hair. While he knew what he was doing was wrong, he couldn't bring himself to pull away from her, merely holding his lips against the Professor's until she would finally pull away.

“Be mine, Ashe. Let me take care of you,"

Confusion plagued the boy's thoughts, who wanted to pinch himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. For a long time now, Ashe had been dreaming of quite unpleasant thoughts about his Professor, but he had never once realized that the feelings could possibly mutual. "I- Is that appropriate, Professor?" He wanted to say yes so badly, but he worried for the Professor's reputation and job should such a scandal spread among the Monastery. Even the aloof boy knew that it was taboo for a teacher to foster a romantic relationship with her student. "I mean... I want to... but the last thing I want is for you to get in trouble on my behalf..." He was about to reject her advance when her seductive lips suddenly fell upon his own once again. As her lips moved across his own, Ashe could feel his resistance beginning to slip with alarming speed.

"Mm!" He moaned into Byleth's mouth as she pulled him closer towards her, not expecting the Professor to be so aggressive in her pursuit. He closed his eyes as her tongue slipped between his own, unable to resist as tongues danced vividly with one another. It wouldn't be long until he was losing himself in the moment, not realizing what was happening as the Professor began to press him towards her mattress. Clumsily, he fell against the side of the bed, almost falling backwards if not for the Professor's hands keeping him steady. "P-Professor." He moaned between bated breaths as she called out his name, unable to say anything more as the beautiful woman climbed into his lap. He sat in blushing awe as her hands showed his own to the golden buttons around her neck, unsure of how to respond when the Professor spoke of teaching him how to make love.

"I... I want you to teach me..." He replied softly, his voice barely audible between his nervous breathing. As his fingers touched the Professor's lapel, his anxiousness caused his mind to struggle with what he was supposed to do next. Under normal circumstances, it was quite obvious that all he had to do was undo the two golden buttons to remove the Professor's coat. But Ashe was inexperienced... and more importantly, he was nervous. Unsure of what he was supposed to do, the boy grabbed the Professor's collar with both hands, before suddenly pulling them apart in opposite directions. The sound of tearing fabric echoed throughout the Professor's confined bedroom, the boy displaying a sudden flash of aggression as he ripped the fabric apart so easily.

As Byleth's coat fell to the floor behind her, Ashe continued to kiss the Professor, waiting for her lead on what to do next. As their lips pressed against one another, Ashe could feel heat beginning to swell inside of his chest and below his waist, he could feel his arousal beginning to grow in size. Forming a noticeable bump underneath the hem of his pants, Ashe couldn't help but begin moving his waist against his Professor, the grinding sensation doing little to alleviate the pressure that was building within.

"Professor, please teach me how to make love to you."

 

[Spark]

At the sound of tearing fabric Byleth’s lips took their leave of Ashe’s throat, her graceful brows lifting ever so slightly as her gaze lifted towards the handsome archer’s face. She wasn’t startled, but she’d be a liar if she claimed she wasn’t surprised: she knew the archer possessed the strength to carry out such brutish action but she hadn’t expected him to make such an aggressive display of removing the article of clothing. It conflicted wonderfully with the inexperienced male’s vibrant blush. A pleased smile came to the professor’s lips as she felt the material of her jacket slip down her arms, the coat unceremoniously puddling upon the floor at Ashe’s feet.

Her mouth returned to his with a heated and lustful kiss. All the tenderness had melted away, replaced with a primal and desperate need. The professor wanted to defile her student in the most wonderful of ways: to take his innocence, to claim him as hers. She wanted to possess him as badly as she wanted him to return the favor. She knew, in time, that the young man would blossom in to a confident lover; something she looked forward to, certainly, but an inevitability that made her focus and cherish his current innocence all the more attentively. Their kiss broke just long enough for the student to reaffirm his acceptance of Byleth’s desire to instruct him in this unconventional (and taboo) subject.

"Professor, please teach me how to make love to you."

She resumed their kiss as her hands returned to him. For several moments, she cradled the sides of his face, her mouth working against his in a way that could only be described as devouring. Quite obviously emblazoned by his response, the woman’s attentions continued to intensify as an approving moan emitted from her throat. Byleth was blissfully aware of the buck of his hips beneath her, the press of his arousal through their combined clothing causing a light shudder of anticipation to wash through her body.

Goddess, she wanted to feel him inside of her. It took all of her self-discipline not to rush their first time: so easily she could free him from the confines his pants, remove – or simply move aside – her shorts and panties…

Her hands stroked downwards, fingertips lightly dancing over the flesh of his throat as her touch made her way to the buckle of his chest strap. Deftly the belt was undone, eagerly pulled from his body, and tossed aside. The leather and metal band clattered insignificantly in the distance. Byleth’s fingers quickly found their way to the buttons of his uniform, undoing them just as dexterously as she had the previous barrier. She made quick work of the series of black fastens, feeding them through the golden material of his uniform’s front flap. Once completed, she impatiently peeled the fabric from his body, pressing the garment back as she shimmied the material from his shoulders and arms. She discarded the article just as carelessly as the one the proceeded it. The remaining obstruction – the hoodie Ashe wore beneath his officer’s academy uniform – necessitated that the professor break their kiss as she grasped at the bottom hem and enthusiastically lifted the garment up and over his head.

Her sapphire eyes soaked in the sight of the young man’s naked chest. Ashe was exactly her type, physically: he was slender, his lean and lightly toned body betraying to the eye as to how much strength he possessed. A hand returned to him, lovingly caressing his newly exposed skin. An appreciative purr escaped her throat.

Her gaze rose to meet his. The lust was evident in her eyes, as if her fervent kisses and hasty disrobing hadn’t been enough of an indication. “Your first lesson,” she whispered desirously, “is foreplay.” She leaned forward once again, her lips finding purchase upon his throat. She trailed tender kisses downwards and along the bend of his collar bone. “If you want to learn to make love to me,” she continued between the press of her lips, “you should know that I’m a terrible tease.” Her hands had made their way to his breast, and a thumb and pointer finger pinched lightly at a nipple. “…And I appreciate such attentions, in return.” She lowered her face, her lips finding the opposite side of his chest, her tongue flicking against his alternate nipple before taking the fleshy nub into her mouth. She suckled affectionately for some moments before offering a playful nip. As she withdrew, she blew lightly upon the saliva slickened flesh. She offered a full handed grope of his chest as she straightened her position. “I want you to explore my body…learn to make me beg for more…”

She had continued to move her hips alluringly over his lap throughout, but as she reached back to unfasten the hooks of her top she doubled her efforts. She bit down upon her lower lip as the motion of her grinding caused the tip of his arousal to brush against her clit, a shameless moan announcing her pleasure in response. With a dexterity matching that of her efforts on Ashe’s clothing, she quickly removed and cast aside her semi-armored shirt. The possessive garment had offered ample support, the woman’s generous endowment lacking for any additional covering. Byleth arched her back, unwilling to lift her position upon his lap to level her chest with his face, but allowing him the space to explore her perfectly rounded and youthfully firm and perky breasts.

“My body is yours, Ashe…” she assured him lustfully. "Show me what you'll do with it."

 

[Chevalier]

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Ashe couldn't believe that this was actually happening...

The inexperienced, young man had always harbored affectionate thoughts for his Professor and while the majority of his fantasies were innocent, many of them teased at his more... masculine desires. He would always feel so guilty about the restless nights where he stroked himself to the thought of claiming the Professor for his own... the things that he would do to her if the opportunity ever presented itself. But he never once believed that it would actually happen... and he often worried about the consequences of such actions. He would never want the Professor to get in trouble for taking his love and affection.

But whatever reservations Ashe held were quickly dispelled as he felt the Professor's lips befall his once again, mouths crashing together and making out passionately as tongues danced together just like the pair had several hours ago. When he felt her moan reverberate between his lips, he couldn't help but desperately thrust his hips upwards in unrestrained desire. The eager bulge that began to press into his ever tightening pants encouraging him to move his hips against the Professor with greater vigor, spurred on by the gentle caress upon both sides of his face.

"Professor... I-- can you please tell me... am I dreaming?" The aroused male bit at his lower lip as the Professor helped him with his top, first unbuttoning his school uniform before removing the layers underneath. She moved her hands with so much skill and confidence, whereas Ashe's normally skilled fingers were held back by his shy inexperience. Once his upper body was made bare, the Professor's passionate, almost desperate kisses caused a gasp to escape the boy's lips, which only grew louder as her lips trailed from his neck downwards towards his exposed chest. "Ahn-- P-professor!" He moaned, biting at his lower lip as the Professor began to pay extra attention to the archer's sensitive nipples. The way that her lips moved so skillfully across his body made the boy quiver in delight, but the sweet words of encouragement that dribbled from her lips slightly frightened him as well. She was so good at this... and he wasn't... what if the woman he cared for was left unsatisfied? The very thought plagued Ashe's anxiety, but as the Professor's own, well-endowed chest was bared and she let out a lascivious moan, Ashe would find himself lost to his natural, almost blinding lust.

"My body is yours, Ashe… Show me what you'll do with it."

Almost as soon as the words befell Ashe's ears, he couldn't hold himself back any longer. His slender arms reached underneath the Professor's thighs, dexterous fingers firmly grabbing her legs before effortlessly standing up and lifting Byleth in a surprising show of strength. He spun around, dropping the Professor backwards against the bed, so that her mane of darkened blue pooled behind her portrait and spread out across her duvet. With the back of her legs pressed up against his chest, Ashe wasted no time sliding her tall, leather boots free from her feet, tossing them to the side before reaching down to grab at her waist. It wasn't long after her shorts were pulled free from her body that his fingers moved to the waistband of his own pants, undoing the buttons so that his hardened arousal could finally be relieved of the tightening bulge forming between his legs.

"Nn- P-please Professor... I-I need this so badly..." he gasped, moving his hips against his Professor so that his hot length could grind up against her entrance through the fabric of her undergarments. His hips bucked shyly at first, moving slowly so that the bulbous head of his throbbing masculinity would tease her entrance before being directed upwards, poking over her legs and into her visage as the underside of his shaft pressed firmly against her delectable folds. For a slender man of his stature, Ashe was well-endowed: larger than average but not frighteningly so, with a slight bend in his shaft that caused his arousal to curve ever so slightly upwards. Of course, he was well-groomed down there... shaven and clean, with perhaps not a single hair in sight.

As he moved against her, his hands paid special attention to her exposed chest, reaching down so that he could carefully fondle the sides of her breasts before giving the blessed mounds a firm, more aggressive squeeze. His hips began thrusting more desperately to match his sudden, almost primal aggression, as if teasing her with his vigorous and eager technique. As much as he wanted to brush her panties to the side and begin ravaging her, the inexperienced boy wanted his Professor's approval. He wanted her to be good enough to make her beg for him, just like she had instructed him.

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[Spark]

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To witness the young archer’s expression in the wake of her wildly open invitation was intoxicating. More aptly, Byleth was mesmerized by the way her student looked at her in that moment, drunk on the lustful gaze that ignited his beautiful emerald eyes. He was visibly well beyond being able to resist her temptations – and while she hadn’t feared that he’d deny her at any point this evening – it was immensely gratifying to watch as his reservations were consumed by the flame of desire, his concerns of a potential scandal drifting away like smoke in the wind.

Ashe shifted beneath her, slipping his hands under his professor’s thighs. His touch continued to advance, his fingers curling around the outer curves of her legs, taking a firm grip in the moment before he lifted their forms from the bed. With her weight balanced upon her student’s arms, Byleth couldn’t help but be impressed by how effortlessly the archer hefted her into the air; she had known that he was strong, of course, but the effort hadn’t even elicited a grunt from the young man. The professor flashed him a smile as she steadied her position, placing her hands lightly upon his shoulders as she leaned forward to offer him a quick series of affectionate kisses. He reversed their relative positions to the bed, dexterously executing a half spin; Byleth loosened her grip of him as he stopped moving, ever so willingly leaning back as he dropped her on to the mattress. A playful giggle bubbled from her lips, her enjoyment in the moment so overwhelming that she failed to acknowledge that she’d realized an earlier assumption: that Ashe was the first person to make her laugh, and that the jubilant expression had been anything but at his expense.

As he deftly removed her boots Byleth was unable but to marvel at Ashe’s sudden initiative. She was pleasantly surprised to find her student so easily taking control of their intimate circumstances; he was circumventing her lesson plan, so to speak, but the professor had no complaints in that regard. She watched the silver haired man in awe, the smile upon her lips remaining warm as she lifted her hips from the bed to assist Ashe in the removal of her shorts. And then –

A breath caught in her throat as Ashe started to undo the buttons of his pants. If she had a beating heart, no doubt it would have increased its tempo; as it was, she simply ceased to breathe for some moments, her teeth biting down on her lower lip in anticipation.

"Nn- P-please Professor... I-I need this so badly..."

It wasn’t until she felt his length press against her panties that she realized how positively drenched she was, no doubt her level of arousal immediately apparent to her soon-to-be lover. The bite upon her lower lip loosened and she released her held breath in a ragged, lustful exhalation as Ashe teased the idea of penetration.

Oh fuck, you have no idea… Byleth responded to the young man’s words within her own thoughts.

He shifted the angle of his thrust, causing for the underside of his impressive manhood to rub against her wanting slit through the material of her panties. The professor gave an approving moan as he teased her so, her sapphire eyes drifting from his face as she sought to witness a glimpse of the marvelous cock that brought her such pleasures. Never had she coveted with such intensity: She needed Ashe, desiring nothing so much in the world as to possess every aspect of him. In the moment, she was fixated on the primal want to be claimed by him, though even in being possessed by wild lust she knew she wanted much, much more than that.

He leaned downwards slightly, further pinning Byleth’s body beneath his own as his hands sought to gently fondle her breasts. The buck of his hips increased in their fervor as he fondled his professor, whose gaze returned to the handsome man’s face.

“Oooh, Ashe~” she purred, her heels digging lightly into his shoulders as she used the leverage to increase the press of her womanhood against his teasing member. Byleth’s cheeks took on an uncharacteristic flush, her lips remaining parted as a shameless moan followed his name. Her hands had fallen away from him when she was dropped upon the mattress; now they gathered the material of her blanket as she grasped for some physical anchor against the levity that was quickly dissolving her ability to think.

His teasing was amazingly effective. Byleth was unable to resist – she quickly became unwilling to even try – and within several moments she was reduced to pleading for satisfaction.

“Please,” she begged sweetly, her gaze staring into his own. “Please, Ashe…I want…I need…to feel you inside of me,” Byleth admitted without a shred of shame. Sapphire eyes remained focused on the student, the professor’s expression desperate and affectionate and lustful all at once. “I’m yours,” she continued as her hands released their hold on the blanket, their attention redirecting to her panties. Her fingers locked a secure grip upon the bottom hem of her right leg, tearing the lacey fabric apart with a fervor that suggested the barrier was an enemy that deserved to be torn asunder. Once half of the garment was peeled from her flesh, the other side was ripped away by a single hand in a violent jerk away from her body. The removal of the fabric revealed that the professor was well groomed – and freshly so – as if she might have premeditated a reason to shave herself completely. “Claim me,” she pleaded eagerly, her hips bucking against him suggestively. The motion of his thrusts quickly became more fluid, Byleth's excessive arousal drenching the underside of his cock with each stroke over her womanly folds. "Please, Ashe..."