[ felix is stuck in fhirdiad and sylvain is stuck in sreng—or was, at least until about half an hour ago when he finally rode back into faerghus, leaving the bitter cold behind for... more cold, really. but while faerghus' winters are unforgiving, sreng's is dry and bone-deep, and when he finally sees the warm light of the castle coming up in the distance, it's enough to spur him to push a little further, a little faster. there's a fireplace and a warm bed, as well as an equally warm body waiting for him.
it's not late enough for the court to retire for the night just yet; sylvain has missed dinner, though he knows it's because no one was actually expecting him so soon. he was due to come back a few days later, but peace talks went a little more smoothly this time, thanks in no small part to a new agreement sylvain had spent a better part of two months drafting and rewriting and starting from scratch. there's still more work to be done, more improvements to be ironed out and areas to be rebuilt, but progress has been made, enough that sylvain finally allowed himself to return home. and if that just so happened to coincide with felix's heat cycle, well. coincidences aren't impossible.
he arrives with very little pomp and circumstance, which is exactly the way he wants it, and gets waylaid by a page halfway to the rooms he and felix are given. apparently, felix isn't in his study like sylvain had originally thought, and so he follows the page to the war room, finding himself enjoying this change after all the closer they get to their destination. what better way to surprise felix that to show up unannounced to his meeting? just picturing felix's look of surprise is enough to make him grin out of nowhere, but absolutely nothing prepares him for what he finds the moment the page opens the door and announces his arrival.
the scent hits him first like a physical blow, something warm and spicy and so felix, as close to home as he'll ever be. his eyes catch felix's first before he even sees dimitri, nostrils flaring just slightly as he takes a deeper breath, trying not to stumble into dimitri's arms when he greets him with a warm welcome. sylvain somehow has the sense to carry on the brief conversation and once the rest of the advisors leave, dimitri cuts the rest of it short with a brief glance to felix, patting sylvain's shoulder on his way out and tells him to come by tomorrow or the day after for a round of chess. he's only half paying attention to it and once the door finally closes for good, sylvain covers the distance between him and felix in three long strides, crowding him against the table until he lifts him up to set him on the wooden surface, sliding between his legs as he pulls him forward for a hungry kiss. ]
You little minx, [ he murmurs into felix's mouth, hands sliding down his loose tunic to trace remnants of winter chill and snow along warm skin. one arm slides around his waist, pulling felix closer until he's seated on the edge of the table, pressed flush against sylvain's chest and yes, he's manhandling him and he knows felix hates it, but can anyone blame him in this moment? when felix smells the way he does, face flushed and wanting and all for him? ] You just couldn't have waited for me, could you?
[ he doesn't sound the least bit offended at all, pressing the curve of his grin against felix's skin, brushing his lips down his neck blindly until he finds that mark and sinks his teeth into it again. ]
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it's not late enough for the court to retire for the night just yet; sylvain has missed dinner, though he knows it's because no one was actually expecting him so soon. he was due to come back a few days later, but peace talks went a little more smoothly this time, thanks in no small part to a new agreement sylvain had spent a better part of two months drafting and rewriting and starting from scratch. there's still more work to be done, more improvements to be ironed out and areas to be rebuilt, but progress has been made, enough that sylvain finally allowed himself to return home. and if that just so happened to coincide with felix's heat cycle, well. coincidences aren't impossible.
he arrives with very little pomp and circumstance, which is exactly the way he wants it, and gets waylaid by a page halfway to the rooms he and felix are given. apparently, felix isn't in his study like sylvain had originally thought, and so he follows the page to the war room, finding himself enjoying this change after all the closer they get to their destination. what better way to surprise felix that to show up unannounced to his meeting? just picturing felix's look of surprise is enough to make him grin out of nowhere, but absolutely nothing prepares him for what he finds the moment the page opens the door and announces his arrival.
the scent hits him first like a physical blow, something warm and spicy and so felix, as close to home as he'll ever be. his eyes catch felix's first before he even sees dimitri, nostrils flaring just slightly as he takes a deeper breath, trying not to stumble into dimitri's arms when he greets him with a warm welcome. sylvain somehow has the sense to carry on the brief conversation and once the rest of the advisors leave, dimitri cuts the rest of it short with a brief glance to felix, patting sylvain's shoulder on his way out and tells him to come by tomorrow or the day after for a round of chess. he's only half paying attention to it and once the door finally closes for good, sylvain covers the distance between him and felix in three long strides, crowding him against the table until he lifts him up to set him on the wooden surface, sliding between his legs as he pulls him forward for a hungry kiss. ]
You little minx, [ he murmurs into felix's mouth, hands sliding down his loose tunic to trace remnants of winter chill and snow along warm skin. one arm slides around his waist, pulling felix closer until he's seated on the edge of the table, pressed flush against sylvain's chest and yes, he's manhandling him and he knows felix hates it, but can anyone blame him in this moment? when felix smells the way he does, face flushed and wanting and all for him? ] You just couldn't have waited for me, could you?
[ he doesn't sound the least bit offended at all, pressing the curve of his grin against felix's skin, brushing his lips down his neck blindly until he finds that mark and sinks his teeth into it again. ]