Robin was usually the one to wake up first. It was customary at this point – natural for her to flutter her eyes open at the warm sun rays that seeped through the tiny holes and slits of their tent. Her pillow was comfy – his chest rising and falling, paralleling his soft breathing actually helped her fall asleep, and what kept her warm through the cold night – his strong (and sleeveless) arm, wrapped nicely around her waist.

After yawning the sleep away, the young woman stayed in her spot, as if waiting for something to happen. Out of the two, she was the morning person, while Chrom was the one to sleep in. Hell, he would've slept in and ignored the fact that they were in the middle of war. In a gentle manner to awaken the sleeping prince, the tactician leisurely lifted her head off his rising chest, muttering, "Chrom?"

Nothing.

Scowling, Robin tried shaking him to try and get him up – or open his eyes at the very least – but instead felt his arm tighten around her small self. She knew at this point that he was awake, since he usually did not react so quick to her attemps at waking him up. "Chrom," she repeated, a bit more stern, "I know you're awake."

"No, I'm not." Suddenly, they shifted positions on their bedroll. He moved to his right, now both arms wrapping around Robin and forcing her face to his broad torso. A surprised yelp escaped her lips, but Chrom paid no mind as he snuggled up into her, the thin piece of fabric of a blanket they have now tossed over their bodies by hers truly. Chrom then sighed against her messy, white locks at the crown of her head, a ghost of a smile painting his lips. "And you're not, either."

Although she would want nothing more than to lay with her husband and devote the whole day to cuddle with him, unfortunately they had a few obstacles. "I love you, Chrom, but we've got work to do—"

His mouth pressed to her forehead, planting a kiss, which had Robin dusting up a small blush. "I'm not much of a morning person, my love."

Since she couldn't face-palm due to her body literally caged to his own, instead, she groaned loudly at her beloved. "Chrom, please."

He was about to catch her lips into a kiss, but froze once Frederick's voice echoed from outside the tent. "Milord, Robin, everyone is patiently waiting for today's strategy." He cleared his throat. "Good afternoon, you two."

"It's late, Chrom. Can you please let me go now?"

a/n: anonymous asked: Hey! :) I was wondering if you ship Chrobin? If you do could you write a fic? It isn't necessary tho!