For as sharp as it could be, Ruto's mouth was soft when it pressed to his.
Link once heard that he was supposed to touch a woman when he kissed her, wrap his arms around her waist or hold her hand tenderly, but he was wearing his gauntlets and did not want them to catch her delicate silver scales.
"You're new to this, aren't you," she said, not a question, and he could swear he almost felt her teeth against his lips as she grabbed his hands and placed them above the fins on her hips. They were long and flowing things, iridescent and sapphire-sheened in the light of the brazier, but rough like tree bark against his fingertips.
"Yeah," he said roughly, goosebumps running down his neck, "How did you guess?"
"Too much tongue," she said, catching his bottom lip between hers, and he felt quite dizzy, "And you aren't very confident."
"Well I don't know what–" She was kissing the corners of his mouth, down his chin, along his nose, "–what I mean is–" She nipped his jawbone.
He grabbed her waist and kissed her hard, and he was sure that she was cackling.