#gerhilde is such a fucking disaster lesbian for her princess

[machoestofmen]

technically i should be sleeping rn but AIGHT BET, touching prompt 34 with gerhilde von egilmar x hilde 👀

Fandom: Soul Calibur Pairing: Hilde/Gerhilde Touch prompt: 34 (Washing the other's body)

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Though normal circumstances would have dictated that a team of castle servants were to ready a bath for Princess Hildegard, it was instead but one woman who was doing it today; captain of the royal guard, Gerhilde, had been working like a madwoman to get all of the water hot, to gather the proper number of sponges, and was grinding her teeth to the bottom of her chin while stressing over whether she brought Her Highness her favorite soaps, both the lavender-and-elderflower lye soap for washing her body and the bar of milder stuff to shave into another basin of hot water so Her Highness could wash her hair when she was done with the bath.

Why was she working so hard on something that would normally be considered beneath one of her station? Well, that would be her blaming herself for Princess Hildegard's current state; there had been another series of attacks by malfested, and while Gerhilde led one group of soldiers and Her Highness led the other to form a pincer maneuver around the malfested, there had been another troop of them that blindsided Gerhilde's unit. Casualties were minimal thanks to quick thinking on Gerhilde's part, but when she had been knocked to the ground by a malfested with a sword and shield and was about to be slain by one with a massive axe, it was the Princess who saved her life. Her Highness had made a whip-around that looked incredibly painful and hurled her spear so hard that it impaled both of the malfested, all in one motion, and Princess Hildegard certainly felt it once the adrenaline and the rush of battle faded. Between having sweated like a racehorse and leaving herself stiff and sore, Her Highness was in desperate need of a hot bath to clean and relax.

Thus, Gerhilde taking responsibility for every little thing that went wrong and taking it upon herself to right as many wrongs as she could, imagined or otherwise.

She had little time to continue fretting when she heard the footsteps of her princess enter her private royal chamber. Whatever she had done by then would have to be good enough. "Your Highness," Gerhilde announced, "I have readied your bath to the be–"

Right in front of Gerhilde and perhaps God, the one and only Princess Hildegard von Krone was casting her robes aside and had halfway gotten out of her undergarments before Gerhilde processed what she was seeing. The Princess was soon stark naked, and Gerhilde was just as soon red as a rose.

"Erm… Gerhilde, is something the matter?"

"O-of course not," Gerhilde sputtered out hurriedly, "I am simply surprised at your readiness to already get into the bathtub, which I assure you is at the perfect temperature to soothe aching muscles as much as it is to scrub the day away from your skin–"

"Gerhilde," Hilde got out, but was promptly ignored.

"–which is easily the finest in all of Wolfkrone, amazingly supple for one who so often engages in battle, not to mention–"

"Gerhilde!"

The captain had gotten quite lost in her... whether Hilde would call it fawning or bootlicking was a matter of debate, but at least it had apparently distracted Gerhilde enough for the royal to slip into the fine copper bathtub before getting Gerhilde to snap to attention. Once Gerhilde had stopped blathering, Hilde sighed as she allowed herself to relax in the warm water. It was almost too hot, being a tad uncomfortable, but Hilde recognized that it would be good for her in the long run. She held out a hand, asking for a sponge and bar of soap, and lathered them up before getting down to business. Though Hilde managed to wash her limbs well enough, her fatigue from battle was already rearing its ugly head again, and she got the sponge wet and soapy again before offering it to Gerhilde. "Would you be so kind as to wash me the rest of the way, Gerhilde? I am simply too sore to finish myself..." she pleaded.

Oh. Oh, oh, oh no, oh no no no, Gerhilde could never, that was far too intimate–

Gerhilde took the sponge in her hand, and Her Highness leaned forward in the tub, exposing her back. "Certainly, Your Highness, it is the least I could do for you after our latest battle against the malfested."

"I told you already, that was not your fault. You can make every correct decision and still lose the fight, you are not to blame for the malfested showing up as they did. Now, if you would?"

Gerhilde audibly swallowed a mouthful of nothing. "Y-yes."

The sponge was already warm, but Princess Hildegard's skin was even warmer, and Gerhilde could feel it. As she gently scrubbed at where she imagined Hilde was the dirtiest, Gerhilde had to begin talking again, lest she succumb to the acute awareness that she was this close to her princess, both a royal and a general, who held herself with an air of majesty surpassing even King George himself–

"Gerhilde, you speak your thoughts aloud, and while it is quite flattering how highly you think of me, I am too filthy to be concerned with your opinions about my grace."

For the second time that evening, Gerhilde was mortified, but Her Highness saved the day yet again with "Perhaps my neck and shoulders could be next?"

"Absolutely," Gerhilde said hurriedly, thankful for her train of thought being broken again. As she started to wash Her Highness again, Gerhilde could not help herself. "I must say that your musculature befits a warrior-princess, and deserves the utmost care, which I can only hope to offer. Such strength you have for your size, in your back–"

"Gerhilde."

"–and your shoulders, bearing the weight of two weapons at once–

"Gerhilde."

"–not to mention your pectorals, and all the power within them–"

"Gerhilde!" barked the Princess. "Stop for a moment, and pay attention to where you have your hands."

Gerhilde blinked, looking down, and saw that her fingers that weren't even wrapped around the sponge were buried in–

Th-they were buried in Her Highness'–

Buried in Her Highness' cleavage–

Gerhilde withdrew her hand so fast that she made a splash of hot water all over the floor, but she ignored it in favor of closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Your Highness," she said apologetically, "I formally request permission to hurl myself from the highest battlement of the castle instead of continuing to live with the shame of knowing that I unwittingly fondled you."

"The court hears your request, and has opted to deny it," Hilde returned, smiling a little. She turned around to look over her shoulder, her warm brown eyes meeting Gerhilde's steel gray ones. "Understand that I said to pay attention, I never said for you to stop," she said suggestively, and immediately regretted it when Gerhilde's eyes rolled into the back of her head and fainted.

Hilde sighed. Perhaps she would just have to wait for the bath to relax her enough to let her finish...