Content warning: Hi everyone! This is... steamier... than my usual content, but does not contain anything graphic. Enjoy!


It was the change in his breath that let Cami know he was awake.

They weren't tucked against each other, as they usually were when both she and Roy fell asleep at night. It was cold out but both of them always tossed and turned too much, even when they pressed their bodies together before slumber. With her back against his, however, his pulse rippled down her spine through their silk pyjamas. What was once steady and slow had sped up, rapidly. A drumbeat along her skin.

"Morning," she said.

Roy rolled around and tucked her against his chest. "Good mooooorning," he croaked, then pressed a kiss softly to her hair. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Fine," she said, not bothering to open her eyes. "You?"

"Good. No nightmares." He rolled his mouth – she heard the wet sounds of his lips. "Well, actually…"

Then she cracked an eye open and rolled over. Roy was staring at her with mischievous countenance, lips pinched. Something was afoot.

"Well actually, what?" she asked.

"You know how much you love me, right?"

She chuckled and rolled back around. "Debatable, but go on."

Roy made a spluttering noise, but pulled her tighter, flush against his body. Against his chest muscle. "Okay, fine, you know how much I love you, right?"

"I do."

"So… ahem…" He hesitated. "Okay. I'll just say it. I had a… funny dream."

"A funny dream?"

"A funny dream. We were pirates on a ship. Just the two of us. Together. Alone… Naked."

Oh. Cami couldn't help but laugh and face him again. "So you had a sex dream."

"Yep."

"What exactly do you want me to do about it?"

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

"I might have you beg," she teased, but she shifted over to press a kiss to his lips. They both tasted like death in the mornings, but they were so used to it now it didn't even matter. Engaged life came with that perk. Roy deepened the kiss quickly, his arms sliding around her waist and sending sparks all down her spine.

"Mmm," he mumbled into her lips. "Please?"

She drew back. "What do I get out of it?"

"The knowledge of pleasing your king?"

She whacked him in the arm, but he was laughing so hard he probably didn't feel it. Taking advantage of the moment, she leapt up, straddled him, and slammed both of his arms to the bed. Instantly his laughter died.

"Oh," he choked out, flushed.

"Go on, my king," she said beneath her breath. "Beg."

She gently lowered her lips to the nape of his neck and kissed gently – his skin was feverish with heat. Roy's throat bobbed as she trailed kisses down to his shirt, and freeing a hand from his wrist, she pried the buttons free, one-by-one.

"Erm… please plunder my treasures, matey?"

Cami paused. Sat up.

"I'm trying to be sexy, and that's the best you can do?"

"I have pirates on the brain, okay?" He reached up to pull her down again, to lock their lips, and groaned when she pushed down against him. "Please don't tease me," he mumbled between kisses. "I can't handle it right now."

Cami rolled her eyes but relented. Slow, torturously slow as she could make it, she dragged her fingers down the middle of his chest until she met the top of his silk pants. Their eyes met – his, pleading her to continue with haste. It was fun to tease Roy like this; ironically for all his bluster he was quite shy when they were intimate together, and coaxing him out of his shell was half of the experience.

Nonetheless, she revelled in his awe, the sheer desperation of his parted lips, his shining eyes. She hooked a pinkie finger on his waistband and tugged down—

His boxers. They were neon green with froggies on them.

Laughter hit her like a truck, so hard she fell off Roy's lap onto the bed. Roy's dreamy-like stare popped instantly. He looked down.

"Shit!" He yanked up his trousers. "Shit, I thought I was wearing my sexy underwear!"

Between laughs that made her chest hurt, Cami attempted to ask, "Why is that— why do you— Roy, what is that colour?"

"I-It's comfortable!" he insisted, cheeks going redder than she'd ever seen them. "T-They're my most comfortable pair!"

"And the froggies?"

"T-They're cute!" he protested.

She fell back, laughed until her chest hurt, until her lungs wheezed. By the time she rolled back over in an attempt to control herself, Roy had already stood up and covered himself in a robe. He was grinning, his expression light and airy, but his eyes were downcast.

"Yeah, yeah, my underwear choice is hilarious."

"Oh, god, I— I really wasn't expecting that."

"No kidding." He let out a sigh. "I'm going for a shower."

The dismissal of his tone cut her amusement like a knife. "Whoa, wait, didn't you want to—?"

"Nah, I'll be fine. Got too much to do anyway." He tugged the cord by the bed. "Rudy will be up shortly, anyway."

The door shut between them, and soon she heard the shower running. Cami sank into the bed. Well, she'd messed that up. Maybe not deliberately, but anyone with eyes could see how much that had hurt him. Really, his boxers weren't even bad! The froggies were unexpected, but they were also cute, like he said! She ran a hand through her hair, the ends tangling between her fingers, and considered knocking on the door to ask to join, but that didn't seem like the right port of call.

A bad feeling seeped into shoulders. Should she apologise? She had to do something.

A knock, followed by the door cracking open, peeled Cami's thoughts away.

"Good morning, Your Majesty, my lady. I hope you're both decent."

"Yes, it's just me. Roy is showering. Come in, Rudy."

Rudy stepped inside. His valet liveries were impeccably starched, though wrinkled as he began to pull the curtains aside and open the door to the balcony. Light and cool air flooded into the room, tickled Cami's skin.

"Showering? Not waiting for me to run him a bath? My. He must be in a strange mood today."

Cami grimaced. "That's probably my fault."

"Oh?"

"Did you know he had a pair of frog boxers?"

Rudy choked on air and turned around to her. "Wait, how didn't you know?"

"I-I've never seen them. He's always wearing… like, normal underwear."

Rudy massaged his temples. "I never see them in the laundry when you're here, so I suppose that is deliberate."

She drew her sleeves down her arms, looked down at her own silk pyjamas…

"Rudy!" she yelled suddenly.

"Cami!" he echoed. Then, "Why are we yelling?"

She sprang up from the bed and snatched a robe from the dressing table. Gosh, the solution… it was staring her in the face.

"I have to rectify my mistake, and I'm going to need your help."


By evening's glow, Cami's plan had been enacted, but between doing that and managing her duties as Roy's partner-to-be, she'd been busy all day. The sun had long since crested the horizon by the time she returned to the master quarters.

Roy, it appeared, had turned in not a moment too soon. He was propped up in bed, glasses on, reading through document on his lap. The lamp on his bedside table lit a pool of warm, orange glow around him, softening the harsh greys of his tired features.

His eyes flickered up to Cami, then back down again. "Evenin'."

"Hi."

They hadn't talked much all day. Cami bit her lip, hoping for Roy to say anything else, but his eyes were trained to his work. Clenching her hands to stop fidgeting, she stepped forwards.

"Can you help me with something?"

"Mmm?"

"My dress." She turned around, so the back of it was visible. "I can't reach the zip."

On a normal day, he'd complain about having to get out of his nice, warmed bed for such a thing, but today he simply set the document aside and slipped out. Silk pyjamas. He approached with a hesitant air, like how one would to a bear, rather than a future wife. It pained Cami to see, but she kept her chin resolutely forwards until she felt the heat of him, the gentleness of his hands as he moved to lower the zip.

"I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Keep unzipping."

He paused, then continued until it touched the top of her skirt. She turned back around, once again revelling in the softness of his expression, and slid out her hands from her sleeves. The dress dropped to the ground.

Roy burst out laughing.

"Oh my god— the froggies— your lingerie, Cami!"

Cami grinned and kicked her dress away. The pattern likeness was too good. Rudy and the tailors had done a great job smuggling Roy's pair out to find similar fabric and lace, and to create a matching set before nightfall. She twirled and posed as Roy removed his glasses to wipe a hand down his grinning face.

"Sheesh, how come when I wear froggies I look like one, but when you wear froggies you look gorgeous?"

"I say we both look gorgeous in froggie underwear," she teased.

Roy laughed again. A sweet sound. She took a moment before approaching him, running her hands up his chest, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a kiss to his neck. The smell of his cologne sent a pleasant sensation down her back.

"I'm sorry for earlier."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, tilted his head to give her better access. "It's okay. I think you made it up to me."

"Well, not quite."

She pushed him to the bed.

"Think it's time I take you up on that offer to plunder your treasure."

"… Okay, you're right, that's not nearly as sexy as I thought." Yet he smiled and winked. "But it's you. So I'll forgive it."

And she kissed him eagerly again, his breath hot against hers.


A/N: Greetings everyone, and I do hope you enjoyed this small offering of steamy-but-also-silly Roymilla content on this fine evening. This has been an idea in my head for ages, but only recently have I found the wherewithal to write it (the wherewithal being procrastinating the TRATR outline, lmao). It's good to get out of your comfort zone once in a while! Alas, I will now be returning to said comfort zone of mysteries and mayhem armed with the knowledge that the outside world of the comfort zone is a strange but fun place.

Also, Ginger, I am sorry (not sorry) for this thing's existence.

Thanks for reading!

~ GWA