Guts:

Guts idea of a first date with you involves, well, fighting. Not just because fighting is something he enjoys doing and wants to share with the one person he is romantically interested in, but also because he wants to know that you can defend yourself, so he knows you are safe when he is gone or otherwise unable to defend you. He does not want a weak damsel in distress, he wants a good fighter, someone that he can respect, and that is confident. He would give you tips during the fight, what you can improve about your stance or the way you hold the sword, always letting his touches linger a little more than usual, laying his chin down on your shoulder, brushing over your skin. He thinks shared activities bring closeness, physically and mentally. After the date, he would lay down on the grass with you, allow you to take his hand or lay down across his body as he rests, just listening to your voice talk to him, feeling your kisses on his skin, or talking with you about the stars. It is a rare moment of rest where he allows himself to be vulnerable around you and show his true feelings he holds towards you.

Griffith:

Griffith thinks of himself as a true gentleman, which mustn't necessarily mean that he is one. The date would be entirely dictated based on what he wants to do with you. And the activity would depend on your worth in his eyes. If you are just a means to achieve his dreams, it would be far less elaborate than if he truly holds affection for you. He would make sure to get you flowers, listening to what is on your mind even if he doesn't care much for it. He would tell you how beautiful you are, and how grateful he is that he gets to be in your company, going on a nice walk with you, all the while making sure to seduce you with words as much as possible. He would hold your hand, brush a strand of hair behind your ear, kiss your cheek. Maybe, if he truly likes you, he would even take you riding with him, allow you to sit on his horse, which he usually doesn't allow anyone else. But he would most likely leave as soon as the sun sets, telling you he has other, urging matters to tend to as well.

Casca:

During her first date with you, she would allow herself to indulge a little. After all, she does spend time with the person that she loves, and she wants to make the most of the time she gets to share with you. She would take you to the nearest village from where the falcons are currently stationed, and look at clothing with you. Maybe Casca would even allow herself to try on a dress with you around, wanting to hear your opinion. She likes to make herself pretty for her lover, wanting to impress them not just with her abilities, but her appearance too. She would also allow you to look at outfits, giving you her opinion on what they look like, adjusting them or suggesting other possible options to try. After, Casca would sit down for a cup of tea with you and just converse, talk about everything and nothing and using the time to voice her feelings and how beautiful and fascinating she finds you. She wants to be as romantic as she can in the hectic and brutality of war.

Judeau:

There had always been girls among the Hawks, but none were like Casca. She was special - a true leader, a warrior, a strong woman. Ever since Griffith had left, she had become the epitome of determination and bravery - in your eyes at least. You had grown fond of your brief conversations, and you found yourself confiding in her, both as a fellow warrior, and a fellow woman. Casca had become a dear friend for you, and you both valued and admired her for making time for your friendship.

“We’re capable of so much more than what people give us credit for”, she sighed, her expression soft, yet determined, “Women can be warriors, leaders, strategists - yet we are expected to be delicate and submissive little flowers in court. It is infuriating” 

You offered her a warm smile, “You can say that again”.

“You know”, she chuckled softly, “It is nice to have somebody who understands. It is nice to have you - who sees me as more than a novelty, some exotic curiosity - a girl amongst an army”. She paused, a fire growing in her eyes, before continuing, “I’ve proven them all wrong. I’ve led this army, fought countless battles without any special treatment because I am a woman. You and I, we show them at we are just as capable as they are”. 

Your eyes met hers, a glimmer of respect and admiration sparkling in your gaze, “Casca.. You’re truly something. I admire you, more than you know”. 

Her cheeks flushed a hint of pink in surprise, “You….. admire me?”

You nodded in reassurance, your voice soft yet firm. “You’re amazing. You’re strong, physically and emotionally - and you’re a woman. You take everything in your stride and lead one of the most powerful armies in Midland,” You paused, looking into her eyes, allowing your words to sink in. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Casca.”

She offered you a warm smile, a rare hint of vulnerability in her eyes. “You know, nobody has said that to me before. You…. you understand me. You understand what it's like to be a woman, and a warrior.” 

You returned her warm smile, feeling a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. “So, I had something to ask you.”

She looked at you quizzically, curiosity painting her features, “Yes? What is it?”

You flicked her a cheeky smirk, teasingly raising an eyebrow before asking, “Are you and Guts....seeing each other?”

She blinked blankly for a moment, clearly caught off guard, “What? Guts? No…. it's not like that.” She laughed sheepishly, averting her gaze. 

“C’mon Casca… I’ve seen you two.. The way you walk around camp together… We are friends.. You can tell me”, you urged gently, your eyes twinkling with understanding.

She blushed slightly, shaking her head before speaking softly, “He’s… It’s.. complicated. We are friends - at least I think we are.” 

You nodded in understanding. “I see. Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep”. 

Her eyes returned to yours, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Don’t be silly, no need to apologise. What about you? Have any of my Hawks caught your eye?” She flicked you a knowing look and a sly smirk as she spoke. 

You felt a blush of your own starting to form, her question catching you off guard just as yours had done to her. You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Oh, Casca, you’ve turned the tables on me now.”

She chuckled, her eyes bright with amusement. “Well, it’s only fair. So, who is it?”

You flustered slightly, your cheeks warm with embarrassment. You hadn’t intended on revealing this to her, not yet, anyway. “I-I…” you stuttered, before throwing caution into the wind and just blurting it out. “I’m actually not interested in men”.

She cocked an eyebrow in surprise at your words. “Not interested in men, hey? Does that mean you’re…. interested in women?"

You felt your face grow bright red. God… this is so embarrassing… “Yes”, you squeaked, your voice hardly above a whisper. 

She leant in closer, her curiosity piqued and a playful, teasing glint in her eyes. “Boy oh boy, now that is a surprise”.

You sighed deeply, burying your head in your hands, too embarrassed to say anything.

She nudged your arm with her elbow playfully, her tone teasing. “I have to say, I’m a little envious. You don’t have to deal with the problems that come with men, do you?”

You exhaled, mumbling into your hands, trying to gather the slightest sense of composure. “No, but trust me, women are not without their problems.”

She giggled in amusement at that. “I suppose that is true. Women do have their own issues, that is for sure”.  She tapped your arm, encouraging you to look up at her. 

You reluctantly dragged your head out of your hands to meet her eyes. Her gaze was anything but judgemental - it was warm, comforting. It reassured you. 

She smiled a small smirk at you, her tone curious, “You know, I do have a question for you though, that I am now dying to ask….”

You raised an eyebrow, your own curiosity now piqued, “Do tell”. 

She blushed slightly, choosing her words carefully. “It’s, uh, kind of personal. Well, it’s actually a bit nosy”, she said softly, her eyes drifting to look at the floor of the tent. “So… if you don’t find men attractive, what do you find attractive? Physically, in women?”

You blinked at her for a moment, the familiar pink blush returning to your cheeks. You weren’t sure how much to reveal to her - but she was your closest friend, after all.  “Well… I like… curves… of course.. And uhhhh, god, muscles, I guess?”, you stuttered through your sentence, your voice harbouring embarrassment.

She chuckled softly at your response, a playful spark now flickering in her brown eyes. “Curves and muscles, huh? That’s… more specific than I was expecting, honestly”.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips before she continued, “You like a body built for battle then, I take it?”

You smiled at her words, feeling a touch more comfortable with the conversation - because you could trust her. “I suppose so. Considering how I have spent most of my life fighting, I suppose it does make sense.”

Casca’s smirk grew, amusement twinkling in her eyes, “That’s… refreshing, actually. Most people wouldn’t appreciate that kind of body. Everybody wants a slender woman, curvy in the more…. feminine ways”. 

She giggled suddenly, her amusement evident. “I must say, I wouldn’t mind a body like that. Curves and muscles, that sounds pretty great.” 

Her gaze drifts over to you, flickering up and down over your body curiously. “You do look like you have a muscular physique, though. Strong arms, strong thighs…. I’ve not yet seen you without your armour, but I’d wager a fair sum that you’re quite toned. Am I right?” 

You blushed even further at her words, feeling both flattered and a bit self-conscious under her scrutiny. “Well, I do train hard,” you laughed sheepishly, your hand rubbing the back of your neck, “It comes with the deal, right? I am a Hawk, after all”. 

She nodded in approval, that playful glint still in her eyes, “That is true. But who knows, maybe I’ll start to envy your physique soon, hm?” She teased, her lips still smirking. “I may be built like a warrior, but I think you could snap me in half at a moment’s notice”.

You wave your hand at her dismissively. “Don’t be ridiculous. With your abilities and strength, you could have me underneath you with ease.” You smirked, your words growing increasingly bold.

She laughed in surprise at that, “‘Underneath me’, you say? I don’t mind the way you put that…” she smirked, her amusement not subsiding. “Though, now that you mention it, pinning you down does sound good…. Maybe I will have to try that sometime.”

You chuckled softly, trying to mask your surprise at her words, before smiling at her. “Maybe so.”

She shook her head, as if snapping herself out of her current state. “Wow, look at me getting carried away. Sorry… I just… you’re the first woman I’ve met who I could speak to like this”.

You looked into her eyes with understanding, “Don’t apologise, Casca. We are friends”, you said warmly, bringing a hand to rest on her shoulder.

She smiled at you, returning the warmth of your gesture. “Alright, no apologies, then,” she exhaled softly, “It’s just… I like speaking with you like this. I can say what I am really feeling. Other women I speak to, they’re so traditional. So delicate. I would be embarrassed to speak with them the way I speak with you.” She puts a hand over yours as it rests on her shoulder, “I’ve had to… suppress my feelings in conversation. I can’t relate to them the way I do with you. You’re different - strong, independent… and apparently, we share certain…. tastes.”

You were slightly taken aback at her words. Was she insinuating what you thought she was? Surely not….

Her hand over yours sent a small shiver down your spine. You composed yourself, taking a deep breath before speaking, “There is no need to hide your feelings when speaking with me, Casca. I will always listen to you and accept you.” 

She blushed deeply, her eyes holding a hint of desire, “You’re right. Why bother acting as if I am above these feelings with you?”, she smirked at you playfully, her thumb gently caressing the skin of your knuckles. “I get the feeling you know exactly what I am talking about, don’t you?”

Your throat suddenly went dry at her words. This cannot be happening . You swallowed in an attempt to allow your voice to be more than a croak. There was no going back now. You looked at her almost desperately before speaking. “You….want to be with a woman, don’t you?” You looked at her almost pleadingly, letting your words hand in the air for a moment.

She nodded, her eyes locking onto yours with an intense gaze. “More than anything. I….have been pretending that I haven’t.. For years. I have been too focussed on being a good warrior, and pushed all my womanly desires aside. But you…” she paused, her hand slowly drifting to rest on your armoured knee, “knowing that you’re like me… that you understand… makes me want to explore what I have wanted for so long, what I have wanted with you.”

You looked into her eyes, nervousness and desire mingling in your core as she spoke. You swallowed again, her words giving you newfound confidence. 

“Casca..” you whispered, your voice laced with desire and affection. You gently pat your thigh of the leg her hand was resting on, “Come here”. 

Casca’s breath hitched in her throat as the implications of your gesture hit her. She hesitated for a brief moment, her eyes fixed on your lap. Then, with a deep breath, she got up from her seat in the tent and shuffled into your lap, her body tense with desire and anticipation. You looked up at her affectionately as she sat with you, brushing a loose lock of her short brown hair out of her face. 

“You’re so beautiful, Casca”, you whispered softly, your voice shaky with emotion, “You deserve so much more than what you get.”

Her tan cheeks went pink at the compliment, her heart skipping a beat at your touch. She gazed down at you, her eyes meeting yours. There was a hint of vulnerability in her expression, a raw need for acceptance. 

“No one’s ever said those words to me before,” she whispered, “and nobody has ever looked at me like you do - like you see who I am, who I could be. I feel seen, in a way I never have before. “

You gave her a warm, affectionate smile, “You’re so special, Casca… you deserve to be happy, to feel good”, you said softly, your fingers toying with her hair. 

She let out a shaky breath she didn’t know she was holding, a mixture of emotions swirling in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close and burying her head in your hair. 

“Feel.. good,” she repeated, mumbling into your hair. “I don’t, I can’t remember the last time I felt good the way I do with you. I spend so much time pushing my emotions away, so I can be a good leader. I keep telling myself that warriors do not need to feel, they need to fight”, she exhales, pulling away from your hair and looking into your eyes. “But right now, with you, I don’t want to be a warrior. I want to be a woman.”

Your breath hitched at her words. Your spare hand hesitantly moved to ghost over her armoured waist.  “May I touch you, Casca?”

She nodded almost urgently, her breath faltering as she spoke, “Yes. Please. I want you to touch me. I need you to.” 

You did not waste a second. You rested your hand on her waist, the hand that was playing with her hair drifting to unbuckle her chestplate slowly, freeing her torso of her armour. You made light work of the rest, so that she was resting in your lap in just her pink underclothes.

She shivered as your fingers grazed her body through the fabric, the feeling of her body being exposed to you like this sending a shudder through her core. She tried to even her breathing, her heartbeat racing as your eyes scanned over her body. You slowly and tenderly ran your hands up her sides, paying careful attention to where her waist met her hips. She let out a soft gasp as you ran your hands over her curves, her body almost immediately melting into your touch. You could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric of her clothes as her body grew more responsive to your caress. Before you could continue, she grabbed your wrists, guiding your hands to her chest - to where she wanted them most. 

You looked up at her, her flushed cheeks sending a thrum of need through your core. “Casca… your body..so feminine…so strong” you whispered against her skin, burying your face into her neck. “Christ, you’re so perfect”. 

She whined as you slowly reach under her top and begin to caress her bare, soft skin. The muscles of her stomach rippled under her skin as you ran your palms over her body.  Your touch was gentle, tender, yet determined as you slowly drifted higher until your thumbs brushed over the skin of her ribcage. Each movement of your hands left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, her skin growing increasingly hot as she leant into your touch, her body desperately craving more.

“No one has ever touched me like this before. I.. I can feel my body… I ache for you” she whined needily, her hands grabbing your shoulders for purchase.

You smiled at her knowingly, her expression was almost incriminatingly sinful. “May I undress you?” 

She nodded sharply, her words barely above a gasp, “Please, I need it. I need to be exposed… to give myself to your touch, your gaze. I-I…” she stuttered, her voice harbouring a sense of urgency, “I need more ”.

You chuckle softly at her neediness, her body shivering beneath your hands, “You’re such a good girl, Casca”, you said in a low, sultry purr as you slowly take off her clothes. “Gods…. Look at you..” you whispered, your eyes raking over her exposed form as more and more of her skin was exposed to you.

She blushed deeply at your words, the intensity of your gaze making her feel both exposed and desired. “Nobody has ever spoken to me like that before”, she whispered, her eyes full of affection, “I’ve always had to be tough, strong, independent… But now, I want to be a good girl for you… It’s strange, but it feels so good”.

You hummed in amusement at her words, your hands running over her bare skin. Her hands moved from your shoulders to cup your face - she was desperate to feel your skin under her fingers. You gazed at her affectionately for a moment before pulling her into a tender, yet hungry kiss, your hands grabbing her waist to pull her body flush against yours. You felt her melt into the kiss as she gave into the most overwhelming tide of arousal and desire that flowed through the both of you - her lips yielded to yours, your tongue intertwining with hers as she arched against you, her body desperate for more contact. 

She pulled away for a moment, her breath shaky and ragged as she spoke, “It’s too much.. yet not enough, I want - I need more… please”. 

You nodded and buried your face against the hot skin of her neck, running your hands up her bare thighs to grab at her hips as you planted open-mouthed kisses on her neck and collarbone. She whimpered under your touch, her senses being overwhelmed by your presence as her hands needily started to remove your own armour off of you. She let out a gasp as you nibbled at her collarbone, leaving sweet little marks as you poured your affection onto her skin.

Before you knew it, you too were undressed, her hot skin stirring a burn of desire in your core. Your hands almost instinctively rose to cup her breasts, your thumbs grazing over her hardened nipples - earning a helpless whimper from her - as you continued to kiss her sensitive skin. 

“Christ”, she moaned, biting her lip in an attempt to quell the sounds of her pleasure, “you know exactly how to touch me… I need this so bad”.

You chuckled softly against her skin, whispering in her ear, “You’re so responsive for me, Casca. You’re being so good for me - just let me take care of you, you deserve it”.

She blushed deeply at the praise, her body quivering with arousal and submission. She had not yet seen you like this before - so confident, so dominant. Nor had she ever felt the need or desire to be so submissive, so vulnerable with somebody. It was something she didn’t know that she had wanted so badly until now. 

You pulled away from her neck slightly after leaving one final little mark on her skin. “Casca, I think a beautiful woman like you deserves to feel so, so good,” you purred, your eyes not leaving hers.

A soft moan escaped her lips at your words, she could hardly get a word out, “Please…p-please.” 

You couldn’t help yourself. Her neediness - her submissiveness, it was all so very pleasing to you. You laughed breathily before speaking, “Gladly.” 

You began to plant soft, gentle kisses over her chest as one of your hands moved to her inner thighs, your touch light and teasing. Her skin was so hot underneath your fingers - you didn’t bother teasing her for long, she deserved better. You slowly moved your fingers to brush over her clit. Christ, she was so ready for you. You laughed lightly against her chest in amusement as you began to rub small, gentle circles over her warm bundle of nerves. 

Her head fell back as her body arched towards you, a soft pleading moan escaping her lips as her nails dug into your back as if she was holding on for dear life. You could feel each and every little squirm from her as you pleased her with your hands - you could feel her melting in your arms. One of her hands came up to grab a fist of hair at the nape of your neck as her hips bucked involuntarily against your hands.

“Gods… Casca, you’re truly something”, you purr teasingly.

She moaned unapologetically loud as she began to come undone underneath your touch, her mind melting as her senses become lost in the sensation of your touch. “P-please”, she whined, her grip on you becoming increasingly rough, “Don’t stop.. I-I’m so close”, she panted, her voice barely more than a croak.

You reached a hand behind her back to cradle her as she melts beneath your touch. “Not yet, I know you need more”. 

She let out a ragged gasp, her voice a desperate whimper. “Please…. Please… let me… I can’t hold on..”

You sped up, your fingers setting an almost frantic pace as you tried to give her the release she needed so badly - that you wanted to see so badly. 

“Only because you asked so nicely, pretty girl”, you laughed softly. She was so ready for you, she didn’t last very long. You didn’t mind though. This was more beautiful than you had ever dreamed of. 

A low guttural moan escaped her lips as she began to writhe in your arms, her breathing nothing more than a desperate pant as she gripped your hair tightly. You could tell she was so close - her body on the precipice of ecstasy. It was pleasing that it was all your doing, that you had made her feel so good. 

Every muscle in her body became taut, her body shuddering and her legs quivering uncontrollably as she tipped over the edge of release that she had been painfully teetering on. 

“That’s it, let go” you hummed, your pace slowing to allow her to come down. “You’ve done so well for me, Casca”. 

She collapsed in your arms, her breathing ragged as she came down from her release. You planted a tender kiss into her hair, inhaling her scent. 

“Casca?” you whispered, your hands caressing the skin of her back soothingly as she gathered herself.

“Yes?” she panted, her voice muffled into your shoulder.

You took a deep, steadying breath before you spoke. “I love you”, you whispered softly, one hand moving to stroke her hair at the back of her head. 

She was silent for a moment, simply holding onto you, her body pressed against yours as she savoured the feeling of being in your arms. “I love you too”, she replied, her voice laced with affection.