It was late afternoon and Link wondered when the situation has gotten out of control. At what point had he gotten carried away beyond return?
At the beginning, there had not been anything amiss; no water, no fish.
Zelda had been walking unwittingly, returning from hours of fishing and he had simply caught her in his arms from a little ambush behind a tree.
Well, she had struggled a little; which had had somehow turned their hold into a wrestling game.
When things had got a little challenging for her, before the line of the fishing rod she carried could tangle, he had cupped her hair and turned her head around.
The warm kiss he had first pressed on her lips had not meant to be expected; she had frozen, hesitated a full span of ten seconds, then, literally melted against his frame. And this surrender had been too cute —way too cute~
Before he knew it, his pacifying kiss slowed down, becoming chaste, blooming, soulful.
Just as slowly, his need for her took over him; soon, against her methodically intense response, he felt a familiar aching grow in his chest, building into his throat almost...
At that point, it was a desire taking from despair as much if not more than from frustration that burned on the tip of his lips and faintly colored his face. So he cared little for her games; for the passionate way she kept leaving his lips and diving back to them, eating them slowly, hard, and clearly having fun with that;
he didn't care how sweet it felt or how much cared for it made him feel, or that it kept the kiss interesting even after five minutes at it.
... He couldn't simply couldn't endure, just he—
Her tongue flicked against his and she sucked his upper lip with a renewed energy as she pressed harder onto his mouth. Thankful, he returned the passion willfully, bringing her head forward in a closer embrace.
Eyes glistening with love, she just as soon detached his wrists from her neck with a calm that made him blink.
As she held them aside, he felt an internal struggle, losing a small whimper, and a warm flush warning his face.
Every time he got to see it, a blushing passion animated hers; which, just like this, made protesting difficult.
Even so...
Zelda broke away again, instead of looking at his lips as if they were a meal, their eyes met this time, and they lost themselves in the mutual craving of their affection.
He wanted to tell her that he loved her, that he was so very happy... Between kisses, only a breathless name felt fit to pass his lips. He murmured hers.
At that moment, on his almost broken tone, it said it all...the moment was precious. Magical.
Until she whined loudly and sighed.
Link only felt the lump of a heavy and wet fabric being pushed on him before his friend stepped back, crossing her arms.
Catching the bag, he finally looked at her and remembered she was holding a fishing rod in arms that moved slowly as if aching.
He looked down at the large bundle of tiny fish she had dumped in his arms.
Feeling silly for his lack of attention, he groaned silently and bit his lips with a pleading apology, reaching to relieve her of the weight of the rod as well.
But she shook her head and pointed down to a leg of his pants. He followed her gaze and found a wet spot already smeared across the cloth.
His eyes swept to her own breeches, but found nothing off on them. Somehow, she had managed to keep her flight breeches dry, during their, er, distracting moment.
He blinked and shifted his weight from one feet to the other, his expression a bit awkward.
Well...
He had though there was something weird in the way she stood...