Deception is So Sweet
Summary: Samus has the biggest crush on Peach, and Peach knows it. Unfortunately, Peach is already taken. What happens when an existing relationship fails to stop her from getting into a new one?
As usual, the cafeteria was filled with hungry spectators who pushed, shoved, and cut others to get some food. They wanted to hurry so that they didn't miss the current brawl. Sure, there were TVs everywhere, and the announcer's voice filled the entire room and kept them up to date, but it wasn't enough. They wanted to get back to the action outside in the stands and see the carnage with their own eyes.
Samus sat at a table next to the huge glass window, switching her attention between the hungry crowd and the battle going on in the arena below. Sitting with her was Marth, Zelda, and Link. Link and Samus (before switching her attention to the match outside) joked about all the people who were yelling, but the other two were more concentrated on the match.
"She's fighting especially hard today," Marth said softly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Zelda nodded in agreement. "Remember what's at stake here," she reminded. "She's been waiting for this day for months." Link and Samus stopped their jokes and fell silent when Marth and Zelda spoke. It made them look out the window to see what they were talking about. On the battlefield was Peach, trying desperately to fight off her opponents, Meta Knight, Snake, and Falco. She was holding her own rather well, which came to Samus as a surprise. Usually, Peach didn't try very hard and hid behind her Toad in hopes for a counterattack. Today, she was like a killing machine.
"Well, the winner wins a trophy today, right?" Link shrugged. "If I were Peach, I'd be fighting just as hard. It's nice to flaunt your trophies every once and a while, isn't that right, Samus?" Samus rolled her eyes at the grin Link gave her. She had a lot of trophies, but she never bragged about it. She liked looking at them and organizing them every now and then, but it was nothing serious.
"What trophy is it this time?" Samus asked as she analyzed Peach's every move. Zelda seemed uneasy about disclosing this information, but she took a deep breath and tried to regain her nonchalant demeanor. "It's the Striker Daisy trophy," she answered. "Daisy is a…friend from her world." Marth turned to her and gave her a questioning glance. "Friend? But I thought…" Zelda's piercing glare stopped Marth's train of thought and made him shrink away. "Never mind."
Samus noticed that something was different about the way Marth and Zelda interacted, but she kept the thought to herself. Link was oblivious to their strange behavior. "Will she give it to her friend?" he asked. Zelda shrugged as she stared at the princess in the match. "Maybe she'll just show her but keep it for herself. Who knows?" she replied. The four fell silent and drowned out the nosy crowd behind them. They watched Peach attack each of her opponents with all she had, who all tried to retreat and regroup with a new plan.
Samus let a small smile slip through her stoic expression. She had always felt something for the pink princess, but this match made her think even more highly of the blonde. Zelda got a glimpse of the bounty hunter from the corner of her eye and promptly shook her head at the dreamy look that danced in Samus's eyes. She nudged Marth with her knee under the table and motioned him to look at what she saw. Marth turned his attention to Samus and gave her a sympathetic glance before resolving to watch the match to the end. Samus didn't notice, but Link saw something was up. Figuring he wouldn't get any details, he said nothing.
"Yes, I won!" Peach shouted at the top of her lungs, stepping out of the Waiting Lounge after the match was over. Meta Knight, Snake and Falco walked out behind her, patting her on the back and congratulating her. If anyone else had announced their win as loud as Peach did, it would have come off as bragging. Luckily for her, they understood that it was all in good fun.
As the three walked off to the dorms, Samus, Marth, Zelda, and Link walked towards her. Peach met them halfway and jumped for joy. She waved her new trophy in the air, almost hitting Marth in the face. Zelda, Link, and Samus all laughed as the blue-haired prince took a few steps back. "Congratulations," Zelda smiled. "You earned it." Peach agreed, saying how she had been fighting in that tournament for months. She couldn't let anyone beat her and risk a shot at getting this invaluable prize!
"So when are you headed home?" Samus asked. (Smashers always had the choice to go home and rest after they participated in a tournament. When the cycle reset and a new tournament arose, they had to come back and prepare for a new challenge.) Samus didn't want Peach to leave but knowing the kind of girl that she was, she would end up going back home. "Either tomorrow or the day after," Peach answered. "I have to see how the kingdom has been in my absence. A ruler can't slack off!"
"Because you definitely don't slack off while you're here, right?"
Peach's spirits fell slightly at Samus's remark, but she couldn't let that bring her down. The other three laughed at her, completely agreeing with the taller woman. Giving them a smug grin, she said, "I only come here to train myself so that if Bowser tries to kidnap me again, I'll be ready to defend myself."
"And that's why he's always been successful in capturing you, right?"
"Not you too, Marth!" Peach frowned. Samus put a hand on her head and smiled at her. "We're only kidding," she reassured. Marth and Zelda gave each other a look that confused Link. Those two clearly knew something that he didn't, and he really wanted to know now. He would have to ask them later when Peach and Samus weren't in the room.
"Hey, will you help me pack later?" the Mushroom Princess asked sweetly. "You know how I am with clothes." Samus immediately agreed, not wanting a chance of being with Peach to slip away from her. An almost seductive grin graced Peach's features, causing Samus's face to redden against her will. Peach's grin grew wider, though it almost disappeared when she saw Zelda's annoyed expression. Trying to ignore her, she turned her back her friends and told them she would be in her dorm taking a nap. When she was far enough, Zelda let out a big sigh and started walking off. Link, worried, ran after to her to see what was wrong, leaving Marth and Samus behind.
"What was that about?" Samus wondered aloud. Marth shrugged, although he knew exactly what Zelda was thinking. Apparently, Peach was playing games, and Samus's heart was her next victim.
"Peach, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Keep it down, will you? I'm tired."
Zelda glared at the other princess who was lying in her bed with the sheets covering her body entirely. Peach should have seen this coming. After all, she and Zelda shared the same dorm. When it was apparent that Peach wasn't going to show her face, Zelda thought it was time to force her friend out of hiding. She ripped the blankets off the blonde and threw them on her own bed, staring at the now scantily clad Smasher. Peach sat up and leaned against the headboard, figuring there was no way to escape Zelda's wrath.
"Alright, alright, I'm up," Peach sighed. "So what are you talking about?" Zelda pinched her nose and took a deep breath. "Samus," she said. "I'm talking about earlier – with the cute smile and sweet tone of voice." Peach promptly rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. Zelda was going completely overboard. It's not like she killed a kitten or something. "I was just flirting (if you can even call it that)," she explained. "It's not a big deal. Besides, I actually do need help packing, and you know that."
"Yeah, but you could have asked anyone else to help you," Zelda countered. "Especially me, since I live with you." Peach looked up to the ceiling and shook her head. There was more silence between the two, and Zelda needed to know exactly why Peach was doing this to Samus. "Why pick the girl that likes you?" she asked.
"Maybe I like her too."
"But you don't. You have Daisy."
Peach groaned as she looked at Zelda one last time. "Can you give my blanket back? I want to go to sleep now." The Hylian decided to give up and just watch the mess that Peach was getting herself into.
Link and Marth were walking along the Smashers' Garden, a large area connecting the dorms and the main arena together. Of course, only the Smashers had access to this beautiful place. It was a nice spot for rest and relaxation when the dorms got crazy and hectic, and it calmed even the unruliest Smasher. Considering it was so large, it was a great place to have private conversations.
"So, what's up with Peach and Samus?" Link asked. "Peach was acting really weird, don't you think?" Marth laughed unsurely, not knowing if he should say anything about Samus's crush. It wasn't his business, but Link was a persistent guy. He tilted his head to the side, deciding to feign ignorance. "I suppose," he said coyly, "but what's your definition of weird?" Link put a finger to his chin thoughtfully. "We all know how Peach is," he muttered, almost as though he were talking to himself. "She's kind of flirty even though she doesn't mean to be…"
'No, she definitely does that on purpose,' Marth thought wryly.
"Like earlier, when she was asking Samus for help," Link continued. "It was as if she was trying to charm Samus into it with her cute, princess-y ways…you know?" Marth nodded. Link was hitting the nail right on the head, and he had no clue how close he was to figuring out this whole dilemma. Suddenly, he stopped walking and put a hand in front of Marth, stopping him in his tracks as well. The prince stumbled back a bit and asked what was wrong. Link's expression changed as a look of determination appeared on his face. Marth became more scared as time went on because the shorter man looked as though his body was going through awkward bowel movements. When his face lightened up, it immediately became dark again.
"Do you think…no, this can't be…"
"What is it?"
"Do you think that Peach…" Link stopped for a second and motioned Marth to bend down to his level. When Marth came down, the Hylian whispered, "Do you think she likes girls? Is that even possible?" Marth covered his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter and had to wait several minutes before speaking. He stood up straight, and his shoulders began shaking. It was really hard to hold in laughter when Link sounded like a five-year-old.
"What's so funny?" Link pouted, wondering why he was getting laughed at. Did this mean he was right? Marth shook his head as his laughter subsided. "Just the way you said it, that's all," he answered. "Yes, it is possible for girls to like other girls. Same for guys too."
"Does that mean you're gay too?"
Marth coughed into his head and avoided Link's eyes. "Let's not change the subject," he murmured. "But anyway, I think she does. If she wasn't, don't you think Mario would be 'fixing her pipes' by now?" Link jaw dropped from the mental image, causing Marth to laugh out loud. Scarring his friends for life was always so fun! Plus, he was happy that Link had figured it out on his own. That meant that Peach wouldn't come after him if Link said anything.
Once Link recovered from the initial shock of Marth's statement, he asked, "So what, does she like Samus or something?" Marth gained a frown. "I don't know about that," he replied.
'I hope Peach doesn't break her heart too badly.'
Samus walked down the hall, trying very hard to keep her composure. She thought that maybe it would be okay to help Peach by now. It had been a few hours so perhaps that would have allowed her to relax. One thing stood out in Samus's mind. Would she tell Peach about how she felt, or should she wait until after Peach came back? Her head was going crazy with the very thought of being with Peach, even if they weren't exactly alone (Zelda was probably going to be there as well).
The sound of a door slamming brought Samus back to Earth. Ahead of her, she saw Zelda storming out of her dorm (and Peach's as well). Peach opened the door and called after, hoping to get a response. When she saw it was no use, she sighed and slammed the door. Samus was very confused, wondering what happened to the two roommates. First, she decided to go after Zelda and see what was up. After that, she would go back and see if Peach was alright.
Running as fast as she could to catch up, she grabbed Zelda's shoulder and whipped her around. Zelda was ready to fight, but she calmed down when she saw who had stopped her. "What do you want?" she asked venomously. "What happened?" Samus asked. "Did you get into an argument with Peach or something?" Zelda let a bitter laugh escape her throat. "Sure, if that's what you want to call it." Samus gave her a questioning glance, silently asking what was going on. Zelda stared into her eyes, determined not to say anything. Pushing Samus away, she turned away and started walking away.
"I need a drink."
"No, you don't. Come on, let's take a walk."
"You don't want to keep the princess waiting, do you?"
Zelda stopped and turned to give Samus one last look. She knew that Samus was willing to help her calm down, but Samus needed to know what Peach was up to. Maybe it was better for her to get hurt now rather than later. With a shake of her head, she continued to walk in the direction of the bar.
"Don't get too drunk!"
"Someone will keep an eye on me."
Samus put her hands on her hips as she watched Zelda disappear from sight. Zelda was a mess when she drank alcohol. Hopefully, Marth, Link, or anyone responsible enough would find her and make sure things didn't get out of hand. Deciding to go see if Peach was alright, she went in the opposite direction and ran back to Peach's room. When she arrived, she knocked on the door and called out Peach's name.
"Come in."
Samus entered cautiously and carefully closed the door behind her. The room was very dark, but she could make out Peach sitting on her bed. She barely had any clothes on, which caught Samus off guard. Her hair was messy, going in all directions. Even so, she still looked perfect. The bounty hunter made her way towards the princess and sat beside her. "You okay?" she asked. Peach looked at her and laughed. "No, not at all," she said. "Zelda just started yelling at me and then she ran out."
"Well, why did she yell?"
Peach shrugged and got up, motioning Samus to follow. Without question, Samus trailed behind the other blonde. They took a small trek to Peach's closet, which was at the other end of the room. Peach opened the door, revealing a large array of dresses (with a few regular outfits squeezed in between). They all had the same design but had different colors. A few of them even resembled a wedding dress. Samus gulped at the sight of all these clothes. She didn't know what she had gotten herself into.
Peach noticed her friend's somewhat scared expression and giggled. "Don't worry. We're not packing everything," she reassured. Samus let out a breath of relief. Peach crouched down and grabbed the suitcase that hid underneath the hanging dresses. Samus raised her eyebrows in surprise. The suitcase itself was pretty big by normal standards, but this one was the tiniest she ever saw Peach use. She decided not to mention it in fear of Peach actually digging into her closet to find a bigger one.
Soon enough, the two began packing the dresses into the suitcase. They did it in an assembly line-like fashion, with Peach folding the clothes and Samus putting them away. It was clear that Peach's amusement had been temporary, as her face became expressionless. Samus was afraid to break the silence, but she didn't want Peach to feel so bad before she left.
"…Are you going home alone?" the older woman asked. Peach looked down at her for a moment, halting all movement. Eventually, she continued folding and passed a dress to Samus. "Yeah," she answered. "Mario wants to keep an eye on Bowser so that he doesn't follow me and try to kidnap me." Unexpectedly, the corners of her mouth turned up in an attempt to smile. "Isn't that nice of him?" Samus could tell the smile was somewhat forced, but she returned it and agreed.
"Would you like to come?"
Samus's jaw dropped, and her mind went blank. Did Peach just invite her to come home with her? What was she supposed to do? Decline or accept? Words wouldn't form, which was weird. Usually, Samus was smooth and on top of her game, so why was this any different? Maybe because she had never been this close and alone in the same room for so long, but that shouldn't have affected her at all!
"I'm only kidding," Peach laughed. "You probably have a lot of stuff going on anyway." After that, two were once again silent. Slowly but surely, Samus reverted to her normal self, devoid of any emotion. During the process, she eventually blanked out, letting her body take control of the monotonous task. By the time the suitcase was half-filled, Samus noticed that Peach had completely stopped folding the clothes.
"We're almost done," the Mushroom Princess smiled. She crouched down one last time and retrieved an empty box from underneath the remaining clothes. "Come with me." She grabbed Samus's hand gently and guided her out of the room. The two walked down the hall hand-in-hand. Despite herself, Samus held her hand tighter, hoping that Peach wouldn't find it creepy or disturbing.
Feeling pressure on her hand, she looked back at Samus and smiled. That smile was so sweet, and Samus just wanted to taste it – even if only for one second. The more Peach smiled, the more she thought that helping Peach had been a bad idea.
"Damn her and her stupid nonsense!"
"Zelda, would you please calm down?"
"But she's using our friend! That bitch!"
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Give me the drink and calm down."
"Never!"
Marth sighed as he tried to reach for the glass Zelda was holding. Although he had more reach than her, she was doing a really good job in keeping him away from her drink. Behind her was Link, who was having a drink of his own. Apparently, he had given up on her decided to let her vent. In doing so, Zelda was drunker than Marth had ever seen her, and Zelda wasn't a pleasant person when she drank.
"You sure know how to handle 'em, Marth."
"Shut up, Ike."
Ike, who had been with Marth when they stumbled upon this sight, stood behind him and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "I'm guessing this concludes our night?" he asked in a hushed whisper. He noticed that Link was staring at them suggestively, so he tried not to be as loud as he usually was. Marth looked at him and frowned, "Not necessarily." Ike smiled mischievously. He loved it when Marth always tried to be with him. "Well, you know where to find me," he shrugged as he walked away.
Marth looked after him like a puppy who wanted to follow. Soon he turned his attention to Zelda, who managed to get another drink while he was distracted. He made a lunge for the drink in her hand and snatched it away from her successfully. Zelda glared at him and made an attempt to grab it back, but Marth held it over his head away from her reach. His eyes wandered to Link, who stared at him with a smug grin on his face.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I knew it."
Marth rolled his eyes. "Suck it," he muttered. Link laughed at the choice of words. "I'm sure you'd like me to, but I'm sure Ike can do that for you." Marth blushed at the very thought and figured that now wasn't the time to get into it with Link. He looked back at Zelda to see that she was still struggling. "Zelda, sit down. Now." Although in a drunken stupor, she recognized that Marth wasn't playing around. Still wanting to be defiant, she decided to let her alter-ego, Sheik, handle this mess. Maybe she would feel less tipsy in the process.
The Hylian Princess twirled around and a sort of barrier surrounded her for a second or two. Suddenly, Sheik appeared in front of the two men. Marth sighed in relief and took a seat. "Well, this is a step up," he said, referring to the apparent calmness that had settled into the room. Link took an opportunity to poke fun. "Why? Because Zelda's manly enough for you now?"
"Link, I like you. Don't ruin that."
Link instantly shut up but still wore a smile. Marth's eyes finally returned to where Zelda had previously stood. "Are you okay now?" he inquired. Sheik crossed her arms as she took a seat. Next, she crossed her legs and stared hard at Marth. "She's okay," she said, referring to Zelda. Marth slapped his forehead with his hand. If it weren't for the fact that he had to see Ike later, he wouldn't have hesitated in testing out Zelda's drink.
"Sheik, you're not a separate entity from Zelda. Don't refer to yourself as if you are."
"I guess…" Zelda's intoxication was clearly showing through the disguise, so perhaps she couldn't help how she acted, even as Sheik. "But in any case, Zelda is okay." Marth groaned. He was a playful person and could go along with any kind of game that was thrown at him, but this was just dumb. "Okay, so what happened?"
"Zelda and Peach got into an argument about Samus," the Sheikah explained. Link perked up at the subject. After the discovery he made today, he wanted to be apart of these conversations. "What about her?" he piped up. "Something about Samus being used or something," Sheik spoke unsurely. "Zelda's head is very muddled from all the alcohol." Marth and Link looked at each other, blood draining from their face. This wasn't looking very good at all; they had to stop Peach!
"Where are they?" Link asked, getting up from his seat. Sheik simply shrugged. Giving both men a sideways glance, she warned, "I'd advise you not to interfere. Samus should find out what's going on for herself."
"Are you crazy?" Marth almost shouted. "Samus is our friend! She doesn't deserve to be the other woman here! Come on, Link. Let's go find them!" Marth ran off, leaving Link and Sheik behind. Just when he thought he had figured everything out, he was completely lost again. "Other woman?" he whispered to himself as he went after Marth. Clearly, everyone had some explaining to do.
Samus held the box as Peach put some of her trophies inside. They had ventured to the Trophy Room after they finished packing her clothes, and the last thing to pack were the trophies. Inside of the room, every competitor had a large stand that was covered by a glass case. Interestingly enough, Peach had very few trophies of herself but had multiples of that 'Daisy' person. Usually, a Smasher would collect every trophy they possibly could before thinking of getting more of the same kind, but Peach seemed to do tournaments that involved a Daisy trophy more than any other.
Peach collected all of the Daisy trophies and put them all in the box. Samus then put the cover on top and shook her head. "What do you do with all of these?" she sighed. Peach flashed that flirtatious smile and said, "I give them all to my friend, Daisy. She can be a bit of a narcissist." Peach grabbed the glass cover from the floor and put it back on the stand. The two proceeded to walk out of the room and back to Peach's dorm.
"So why feed the ego?" Samus wondered. "You know, to keep her down to Earth." Peach laughed, "For my entertainment. She's quite the character." Samus hung her head for a moment, making Peach laugh again. Samus knew Peach could be a bitch – going as far as to use people for her own amusement – but she couldn't help but still like her. Samus knew there was so much more to Peach than that negative part of her.
The two arrived at their destination and entered the room. Samus knelt down to put the box inside of the suitcase and was surprised to find that everything was neatly packed away. She had heard from Zelda many times before that packing with Peach was a terrible process, but it wasn't the case here. Peach knelt down next to Samus to close the suitcase, her arm brushing against the other blonde's. She looked up into Samus's eyes and blushed, turning away after their eyes initially locked.
"Sorry," she apologized feebly. Samus chuckled and stood up, trying not to make things awkward. "There's nothing to be sorry for," she said. "Since we're all done, I'm going to see where Zelda disappeared to." Samus was ready to bolt out the door, but Peach scrambled up to her feet and hugged her from behind. Samus stopped mid-step, her heart racing. Peach had never touched her like this before, so she was rather nervous.
"Please don't leave. I need you here…with me."
For what seemed like an eternity, Samus forgot how to breathe. Her lungs were burning inside of her. She felt like she was going to pass out, but she wanted to stay awake so that she could remember this moment. When Peach let go of her, she finally took in a deep breath, but she held it in. She turned around to look Peach in the eyes and saw longing in them. She took a step closer, feeling like it was the appropriate thing to do. Peach took both of Samus's hands and placed them on her hips. Instantly, Samus's mind shut down and her body took over, taking the opportunity to feel every curve Peach had to offer. Subsequently, Peach leaned into Samus and let her do what she wanted. Samus's hands traveled up to her cheeks, cupping them gently. This was the day she had been waiting for.
"There's a difference between wanting and needing," Samus spoke softly. "Which one is it?" Peach used her tiptoes to elevate her slightly but was careful not to go too far. Samus lowered herself down slightly and stopped short of the shorter girl's lips. From here, she breathed in Peach's fragrance with delight. Peach opened her mouth slightly before answering, and even her exhalation of air smelled sweet. Why was she so damn perfect?
"I…need…you," Peach answered, getting closer to Samus's lips with each breath. Tired of stalling, the two pressed their lips together. Peach was surprised that someone like Samus, who usually kept to herself, was such an amazing kisser. She pulled Samus hungrily and walked back, hoping to make it to her bed without bumping into too many things. Just as the fell back onto the bed, the door burst open, causing them to spring apart.
"Peach! What the hell?" Marth screamed as he rushed over towards them. They noticed Link was standing at the door, trying not to look at them (or at least Peach). Samus looked at Peach, who was clearly irritated by the intrusion. "Marth, what the hell?" she mimicked with annoyance. "What's this all about?"
"Seriously? You don't even have any clothes on! Look at you!" Marth fumed in disbelief. Peach could have explained that she had been dressed this way since Zelda had first woken her up, but she didn't think that would have any effect on Marth's mood. She looked to Samus, silently asking for a little help. The last thing they needed was Marth yelling at them. "Hey, guys, let's go find Zelda," she suggested. "She's probably piss drunk right now." She got up and pushed them out the door. Giving Peach one final look, she closed the door with a slight frown.
The three walked toward the bar where Zelda had been left. Samus glared at both of her friends for the sudden outburst and decided to walk ahead. Marth and Link gave each other a quick glance, wishing they (or Marth, since Link didn't do anything) had approached the situation differently. Still, they had to find a way to tell Samus what was really going on since Peach had already made the her move.
Hours later…
The day had finally ended, and Samus was lying on her back in bed. Her blanket covered her body but underneath it she held a bottle of alcohol. After all the drama that transpired today, she felt that a drink was necessary. Unfortunately, now wasn't the time to drink her troubles away. She didn't want to be a bad example for her roommate, Pit, who looked up to her for some reason. She couldn't understand why but she was flattered all the same. She checked to see if he was awake, which he was. Only a few feet away from her, he was curled up in bed, facing her but staring somewhere to avoid her eyes.
"Why don't you get some sleep, kiddo?" Samus spoke up, the sound of her voice making him alert. He finally looked at her and laughed nervously. "It's weird, Miss Samus," he began. "I can't sleep at all. Something isn't right." Putting the bottle behind her, she turned her whole body to face the child and gave him her full attention. "What's wrong?" she asked. Pit hesitated to answer, not knowing if discussing this was the right thing to do. Still, he wanted to let Samus know what was troubling him.
"I know what you're hiding under your sheets. Are you okay?"
Samus blinked. She was taken aback by the question, and she definitely should have seen this coming. Pit was an angel after all. No matter how young he was, he was still perceptive. The blonde curled up into a ball in shame. "Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. "I just had a long day, that's all. Nothing for you to worry about." Although she couldn't see his small face in the darkness, he made an angry frown. It was as if she still didn't know he knew when she lied. "But Miss Samus…"
"Pit, it's nothing for you to worry about," Samus repeated forcefully, ending the conversation before it got anywhere. Pit listened and decided that he would try to go to sleep. Trying to get things out of Samus was more tiring than fighting in a tournament.
Samus let out a heavy sigh as she closed her eyes. Sleep wouldn't be coming to her any time soon, but it didn't hurt to hope. Dancing around in the darkness of her closed eyelids was Peach, teasing and taunting her with the thought of another kiss. She would go as far as to throw matches to get another taste of those soft, pink lips. Did that make her obsessed? Was it terrible to like Peach the way she did? Regardless of the answer, she was content with her feelings and ecstatic to see that they were apparently returned.
A series of light, quick knocks were heard on the door, alerting both Smashers. Samus removed the sheets from her body and grabbed her blue robe from her bedpost (Pit made sure to shut his eyes tight and cover his face until Samus said it was okay to look again). Clutching her robe together with one hand, she opened the door with the other and almost gasped at who she saw. Peach, wearing a long nightshirt and fuzzy pink slippers, smiled sheepishly at her.
"What are you doing here?" Samus whispered. Taking a step closer, Peach said as softly as she could, "Ever since you brought Zelda back to our room, she's been going in and out of sleep. Every time she becomes somewhat conscious, she gets mad at me all over again, so I left." Samus ran her fingers through her hair, which wasn't confined to the usual ponytail, with a worried expression. She was afraid something might happen even though Pit was in the room. Did she have the will power to control herself?
"You can stay here for the night," Samus sighed, shaking her head. Peach hugged her tight and entered the room. Pit tried to pretend like he was sleeping, which fooled Peach for the most part. She was about to enter the bed when she found the alcohol bottle. She shook it around carefully to gauge how much was left – it was half empty. She held it up for Samus to see, who took it away and put it in her closet. Putting her robe back on the bedpost, she watched Peach take off her slippers and slide to the other end of the bed next to the wall. Samus followed suit and covered them both with the blanket.
"Thank you, Samus," Peach said with a little yawn. Samus smiled at how adorable Peach looked when she yawned. There was no end to the perfection that was Peach. "It's nothing. Now, go to sleep," she commanded playfully. Peach grinned, knowing that she wasn't going to do that all. She gave Samus a tug and tangled their legs together. She felt Samus hesitating – probably because of Pit – but she didn't want to let this chance get away from her. She pushed up against the taller woman so there was no space in between them. Although it was very dark, they stared into each other's eyes and could see every detail of the other clearly.
As if something snapped in both of their minds, they began kissing furiously. Samus held the princess tightly and securely in her arms, and Peach tried as hard as she could to suppress her sighs. Her hands traveled wherever they could just to feel Samus's shockingly smooth skin. The two slid their tongues into the other's mouth and began exploring. The contact they felt from their tongues touching sent them to cloud nine. If it weren't for Samus pulling away abruptly, they would have completely forgotten that poor Pit was still in the room.
"We shouldn't. Not now," Samus murmured. Peach pouted and wanted so much more, but she knew Samus was right. In response to Samus's statement, she cuddled close to the bounty hunter and closed her eyes. "In the morning, can we talk?" she asked softly. Samus kissed her forehead as confirmation. After that, the two stayed silent until they drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile, Pit stared at the wall, utterly shocked by what he had just heard. He hadn't seen what they did, but he couldn't block out the sounds! Every time he blinked, an image of the two would flash in his head, scaring the living daylights out of him. Maybe if he slept in another room, he would feel better.
-End Part 1-
So I thought of this during work one day because I was listening to the theme for the SNES version of the Mario Circuit racetrack and reading an article about Peach on one of the Mario Wikis. I thought of writing a Daisy/Peach story in the Mario section, but then I decided to pair Peach up with Samus to see what would happen. This was originally supposed to be a oneshot but then it got too long and I decided to split it up into two parts. Stick around for the next part to see the outcome! Til next time
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