Hideaway

Author's Notes: Written for Blood Burns Hotter Than Fire Zine."

Elegant fingers ran themselves through Brady’s hair as Maribelle hummed softly to him. His hair was soft despite its short length. The fact that he took care of his rough appearance like she told him to made her smile. Honestly, he was handsome. Her handsome little boy. He always would be. All his so-called flaws, flaws that she stupidly thought needed fixing, only made him all the more beautiful to her.

Her thumb ran along his forehead and made him look up. He had his father’s eyes. The very eyes she fell in love with. The first time was with her husband. The second time would probably be the first moment that Brady first opened his eyes. A smile crept across her lips as she leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

“C’mon, Ma,” he muttered as his eyes flickered away from her. He was obviously embarrassed but something told her that he didn’t mind all that much. Was that her mother’s intuition? The thought embarrassed her, but it was swallowed up by a sense of pride and warmth that she hadn’t felt before.

“What’s wrong, my little sugar bunny?”

His cheeks burned and his lips pouted out. “Stop it, I told ya that I don’t like that sorta thing!”

She giggled. “Of course. I apologize, my love.”

Brady sat up with a sigh. His russet eyes met her honey-coloured ones as he leaned towards her and stole a kiss. His lips were soft. Perhaps softer than Maribelle’s own. The thought miffed her a bit but she simply couldn’t stay mad at her son. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt her son’s hands cradle her face after pushing her curls off her shoulders. She relaxed against him before stiffening and reluctantly pulling back.

“I don’t think it's...”

“Pa’s out on an expedition with Chrom ‘til Thursday,” he mumbled against her lips. “Long as ya stay quiet for once...”

Maribelle rolled her eyes. “Well, if you insist...” she trailed off as she leaned toward the lantern and snuffed out the light. “I suppose it will be alright.”

Their lips met together in a heated frenzy and clumsy, excited hands got to work on undoing her many laces. The rest of the night was passionate and a bit risky thanks to Brady’s skilled mouth and Maribelle’s overly sensitive body. It seemed that no one noticed anything besides the slight limp in the valkyrie’s stride.

Virion was none-the-wiser.