AN: This is so short... oh well, short but sweet I guess? Whatever, anyway 'chapter' two added I'm hoping to get a couple more one-shots in and such before my writing spark dies out.

They never imagined being together, ever, not like this or even holding one or the other close.

Not mixing blood and tears and sweat. Body, or mind.

Not soothing the other, longing quite like now.

They were both filled with need, to bring to other as close as they could; the odd desire neither had experienced before, whether it be because of work or time or the fact they were different from everyone.

It didn't matter in their minds, or even how it started in the first place (Maybe it was the horror that they could lose each other at any given moment in time. You never knew with these damn brawls).

Gentle hands pried away fabric and unknown material, trailed paths of fire across porcelain skin, soothed the burning pain in scars best left forgotten. (Memories bundled and hidden under the faded skin.)

This dance was foreign, new to the pair, yet welcome relief all the same.

It was almost nauseating, sensations tingling down spines, brewing in the pits of their stomachs; goose-bumps surfacing on skin.

The brunettes high cries of rapture were like bird song; a mimicking of the language the ones who raised the hunter had spoken. A reminder of who she was, how, and that this was nothing either of them could ever have expected to unfold.

As for the blondes short gasps and choked, stuttering breaths, a harsh reminder that this shouldn't be happening, she shouldn't be with her, a bounty hunter, for she was a princess, royalty and this supposedly wrong.

One thing that neither of them would understand, despite holding the Tri-force of wisdom, or being more aware from all her battles, was how this was considered wrong.

A few open-mouthed kisses, a few timid strokes and teasing caresses, a few nips and licks sent the brunette barreling into what was often dubbed 'bliss'; 'ecstasy' but she considered it far more than that.

The blonde followed soon after, her crescendo's end sending her purring, practically crying out in chozo when the feeling rumbled through her scarred body.

Heavy limbs threw a blanket over the two, covering their slick, sweat riddled bodies: hiding their act from sight but not from scent.

(If this is sin, then the world is bathed in it.)

Breathing became steady, calmer, and the huntress placed a gentle kiss on the moist forehead of the princess, speaking more than her words could say.

Even if the others questioned this for lust, the feeling in their chests proved otherwise.

Besides, none of them could talk or tease about this; most of them were the exact same anyway.

AN:Hope You Enjoyed! Trying to keep writing in the style, I really like it honestly. Just don't think this one-shot was the best... but meh, practice is always a great thing right?