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After a year of inactivity, the Crusade began once again.
The Crusaders marched towards the capital of Egypt, Cairo.

During the march, raids of enemies would attack the flanks of the army. After one of the attacks, Cecil ran around helping those who were injured.
She was sent to aid Crowley who got an injury during the battle.

Cecil rushed into the tent with bandages and a damp rag in hand.

"Sir Crowley!"

But She stopped immediately once she saw him, a slash on top of his forearm with a decent amount of blood covering the area around it.
Crowley sat on the ground half-naked, putting his shirt to the side of him on the ground and turns to her.
Cecils stands there for a moment but then her face becomes a bit annoyed. She takes the rag the throws it at Crowley's face.

"I thought it was something serious!!"

"Oof!"

The rag slams perfectly into Crowley's face. The force making it wrap around his head.

"I can't believe you called me to tend to your little boo-boo."

Crowley takes the rag from his face while Cecil vents her frustration.

"Hey, I wasn't the one who called you."

Cecil lets out a big sigh.

"I get that you are one of the best fighters and they don't want anything happening to you. Since even a small cut could become fatal if given the chance."
"But there are many others who are far worse than you I could be helping..."

"Oh, is that how it is? If you don't want to help me, then just leave. I will be here with "a small cut that could kill me if given the chance"."

Crowley mockingly says while looking away and acting sad.
Cecil sighs once again and walks over and kneels next to Crowley holding her hand out.

"Give me the rag."

"Oh? You are not going to leave me to die?"

"Do you want me too?"

Their words are playful while they mock each other.
Crowley hands Cecil the damp rag while she places the bandages aside her.
She takes the rag and starts cleaning Crowley's injury.

While she's cleaning his wound she can't help but take small glances at Crowley's naked torso.
His body was large and fit no wonder so many women were all over him. Cecil hated herself for getting a little distracted anytime she sees it.

"Am I distracted you? I can put the shirt back on."

Once again Crowley's mocking voice breaks the silence.

"!"

"As if. I'll have to clean the wound again if you do that, your shirt is dirty."

"And I have seen you naked before..."

Cecil furrows her brows and concentrates more on his injury, or maybe to hide her flushed cheeks.
Crowley only continues to smile. He must really enjoy teasing her like this.
Finally, Cecil then starts wrapping his arm with the bandages.
She wraps it a few times and ties the end.

"There, done."

"Now try not to-"

Cecil was cut off suddenly but Crowley pressing his lips to hers.

"!!??"

Cecil's thoughts went completely blank.
Just then, Victor comes and peeks into the tent to check up on Crowley but ends up seeing them kiss.

"Hey, Crowley. I heard yo- Uhh."

Cecil quickly pulls her face away from Crowley's and looks over her shoulder to Victor in shock.

"Umm...I'll just."

Victor closes the tent and leaves.

"He saw us. HE SAW US!"

"Well...that was bad timing."

Cecil panics while Crowley sits there with an "oh-no" expression.
Cecil turns her attention back to Crowley.

"w-Why did you do that!?" Why would you do that!?"

"He is going to find out!"

Cecil is embarrassed and worried.

"What do I do?"

Crowley just watched her while she panicked but had a very serious face.
He grabs her shoulder to try and calm her.

"Don't worry. Stay here I will be back."

Cecil was surprised, seeing Crowley this serious was new to her.
She watched as Crowley got up and left the tent.

Cecil waited for a while sitting alone in the tent as thoughts increased her anxiety.
Until Crowley moved the cloth of the tent's door aside.

"Cecil, come with me."

Cecil pressed her lips tightly together and got up.
She followed Crowley to an isolated area away from all other men. Victor was waiting in the distance.
When Crowley and Cecil arrived at Victor he was staring hard at her.

"So you are really a woman!?"

Victor sounds more amazed than confused.
Cecil was a little surprised, but she also anticipated it.

"So you did tell him!"

She snaps at Crowley.
Crowley looks away with a somewhat guilty face.
Cecil stares at Crowley then turns back to Victor.

"y-Yes."

Once again, she stops deepening her voice and sounds more like a young woman again.

"!"

"Well damn. I knew you looked pretty feminine. But, I'd never actually think you were a young lady!"

"You sound pretty cute, too. And now that I look at you, I can't believe I didn't tell you were a woman before."

Victor smiles.

"Ah. Please don't tell anyone, Sir Victor."

"I won't. They will never hear it from me, little Cecil."

Cecil lets out a relieved sigh and a small smile.

"If it was anyone else...I would have probably be put to death by now."

"And it would have been your fault!"

Cecil shoots a sharp glare at Crowley once more.

Crowley was at a loss with words. He knew nothing he could say would justify anything of things had gone wrong.

"Sorry." The only words Crowley managed to say to Cecil's face.

They stood in silence for a moment until Victor moved over to Crowley and bump his arm.

"So she's your type, huh? Guess I can't blame you."

Victor mocks Crowley while laughing.

"Shut up."

Crowley annoyingly pushes Victor away with his elbow and Cecil blushes a slightly.

Later that night after everyone went to bed, Cecil laid there unable to get herself to fall asleep.
The thought of Crowley kissing her sleeping impossible.

("He kissed me..")

("I...want to do it again...")

("I hate this...Stupid Crowley!")

("....")

Cecil gets up and leaves her tent. She follows a long row of tents that seem to go on forever but stops in front of one in particular.
Cecil moves the door of the tent to the side and goes in, kneeling by a figure that's on the ground barely able to see.

"...."

"Sir Crowley..."

"Crowley."

She whispers.

"Mmm?"

Crowley rolls over to look at Cecil with a mumble.

"Cecil?"

"Were you sleeping?"

"Almost. What are you-"

"Do it again."

Crowley was confused so he sits up.

"Do what?"

"..."

Were it not for the darkness of night, Cecil's blush would be very easy to see.

"...The kiss. Please, do it one more time."

Crowley's obvious surprise made Cecil blush even more. She looked him dead in the eyes, the most the night would allow her to see.

"Just...one more time."

Crowley sits in silence for a second but then takes a hand and places it on the side Cecil's face.
He guides her face to his and takes Cecil into a gentle passionate kiss and she places a hand on his chest gripping his shirt.
After a moment he pulls only a couple of inches away from her face.

"...Maybe just...one more time."

Cecil whispers so sweetly and Crowley abides with this kiss being a little more passionate than the other and lasting longer as well.
A moment passes and they separate. Cecil catches her heavy breaths and sits upright.

"No more. Not until the war is over, okay?"

"He...okay."

"Good. Then sleep well."

Cecil gets up and leaves his tent. Crowley sits quietly for a moment trying to figure out if what just happened was real or not.
He laughs to himself and goes to sleep.

_______________

It's so cliche I know, but it's funny!

Cecil Emard©Mine
OnS & Crowley Eusford©Takaya Kagami

Description

After a year of inactivity, the Crusade began once again.
The Crusaders marched towards the capital of Egypt, Cairo.

During the march, raids of enemies would attack the flanks of the army. After one of the attacks, Cecil ran around helping those who were injured.
She was sent to aid Crowley who got an injury during the battle.

Cecil rushed into the tent with bandages and a damp rag in hand.

"Sir Crowley!"

But She stopped immediately once she saw him, a slash on top of his forearm with a decent amount of blood covering the area around it.
Crowley sat on the ground half-naked, putting his shirt to the side of him on the ground and turns to her.
Cecils stands there for a moment but then her face becomes a bit annoyed. She takes the rag the throws it at Crowley's face.

"I thought it was something serious!!"

"Oof!"

The rag slams perfectly into Crowley's face. The force making it wrap around his head.

"I can't believe you called me to tend to your little boo-boo."

Crowley takes the rag from his face while Cecil vents her frustration.

"Hey, I wasn't the one who called you."

Cecil lets out a big sigh.

"I get that you are one of the best fighters and they don't want anything happening to you. Since even a small cut could become fatal if given the chance."
"But there are many others who are far worse than you I could be helping..."

"Oh, is that how it is? If you don't want to help me, then just leave. I will be here with "a small cut that could kill me if given the chance"."

Crowley mockingly says while looking away and acting sad.
Cecil sighs once again and walks over and kneels next to Crowley holding her hand out.

"Give me the rag."

"Oh? You are not going to leave me to die?"

"Do you want me too?"

Their words are playful while they mock each other.
Crowley hands Cecil the damp rag while she places the bandages aside her.
She takes the rag and starts cleaning Crowley's injury.

While she's cleaning his wound she can't help but take small glances at Crowley's naked torso.
His body was large and fit no wonder so many women were all over him. Cecil hated herself for getting a little distracted anytime she sees it.

"Am I distracted you? I can put the shirt back on."

Once again Crowley's mocking voice breaks the silence.

"!"

"As if. I'll have to clean the wound again if you do that, your shirt is dirty."

"And I have seen you naked before..."

Cecil furrows her brows and concentrates more on his injury, or maybe to hide her flushed cheeks.
Crowley only continues to smile. He must really enjoy teasing her like this.
Finally, Cecil then starts wrapping his arm with the bandages.
She wraps it a few times and ties the end.

"There, done."

"Now try not to-"

Cecil was cut off suddenly but Crowley pressing his lips to hers.

"!!??"

Cecil's thoughts went completely blank.
Just then, Victor comes and peeks into the tent to check up on Crowley but ends up seeing them kiss.

"Hey, Crowley. I heard yo- Uhh."

Cecil quickly pulls her face away from Crowley's and looks over her shoulder to Victor in shock.

"Umm...I'll just."

Victor closes the tent and leaves.

"He saw us. HE SAW US!"

"Well...that was bad timing."

Cecil panics while Crowley sits there with an "oh-no" expression.
Cecil turns her attention back to Crowley.

"w-Why did you do that!?" Why would you do that!?"

"He is going to find out!"

Cecil is embarrassed and worried.

"What do I do?"

Crowley just watched her while she panicked but had a very serious face.
He grabs her shoulder to try and calm her.

"Don't worry. Stay here I will be back."

Cecil was surprised, seeing Crowley this serious was new to her.
She watched as Crowley got up and left the tent.

Cecil waited for a while sitting alone in the tent as thoughts increased her anxiety.
Until Crowley moved the cloth of the tent's door aside.

"Cecil, come with me."

Cecil pressed her lips tightly together and got up.
She followed Crowley to an isolated area away from all other men. Victor was waiting in the distance.
When Crowley and Cecil arrived at Victor he was staring hard at her.

"So you are really a woman!?"

Victor sounds more amazed than confused.
Cecil was a little surprised, but she also anticipated it.

"So you did tell him!"

She snaps at Crowley.
Crowley looks away with a somewhat guilty face.
Cecil stares at Crowley then turns back to Victor.

"y-Yes."

Once again, she stops deepening her voice and sounds more like a young woman again.

"!"

"Well damn. I knew you looked pretty feminine. But, I'd never actually think you were a young lady!"

"You sound pretty cute, too. And now that I look at you, I can't believe I didn't tell you were a woman before."

Victor smiles.

"Ah. Please don't tell anyone, Sir Victor."

"I won't. They will never hear it from me, little Cecil."

Cecil lets out a relieved sigh and a small smile.

"If it was anyone else...I would have probably be put to death by now."

"And it would have been your fault!"

Cecil shoots a sharp glare at Crowley once more.

Crowley was at a loss with words. He knew nothing he could say would justify anything of things had gone wrong.

"Sorry." The only words Crowley managed to say to Cecil's face.

They stood in silence for a moment until Victor moved over to Crowley and bump his arm.

"So she's your type, huh? Guess I can't blame you."

Victor mocks Crowley while laughing.

"Shut up."

Crowley annoyingly pushes Victor away with his elbow and Cecil blushes a slightly.

Later that night after everyone went to bed, Cecil laid there unable to get herself to fall asleep.
The thought of Crowley kissing her sleeping impossible.

("He kissed me..")

("I...want to do it again...")

("I hate this...Stupid Crowley!")

("....")

Cecil gets up and leaves her tent. She follows a long row of tents that seem to go on forever but stops in front of one in particular.
Cecil moves the door of the tent to the side and goes in, kneeling by a figure that's on the ground barely able to see.

"...."

"Sir Crowley..."

"Crowley."

She whispers.

"Mmm?"

Crowley rolls over to look at Cecil with a mumble.

"Cecil?"

"Were you sleeping?"

"Almost. What are you-"

"Do it again."

Crowley was confused so he sits up.

"Do what?"

"..."

Were it not for the darkness of night, Cecil's blush would be very easy to see.

"...The kiss. Please, do it one more time."

Crowley's obvious surprise made Cecil blush even more. She looked him dead in the eyes, the most the night would allow her to see.

"Just...one more time."

Crowley sits in silence for a second but then takes a hand and places it on the side Cecil's face.
He guides her face to his and takes Cecil into a gentle passionate kiss and she places a hand on his chest gripping his shirt.
After a moment he pulls only a couple of inches away from her face.

"...Maybe just...one more time."

Cecil whispers so sweetly and Crowley abides with this kiss being a little more passionate than the other and lasting longer as well.
A moment passes and they separate. Cecil catches her heavy breaths and sits upright.

"No more. Not until the war is over, okay?"

"He...okay."

"Good. Then sleep well."

Cecil gets up and leaves his tent. Crowley sits quietly for a moment trying to figure out if what just happened was real or not.
He laughs to himself and goes to sleep.

_______________

It's so cliche I know, but it's funny!

Cecil Emard©Mine
OnS & Crowley Eusford©Takaya Kagami