2. Cuddling
He was quite grateful for his request back as a child to have a secret garden all to himself.
It was a place to escape to then, and it still served its purpose to this very day.
He sat at the bench, holding Kris in his arms, stroking the other's hair. She sighed in content and snuggled up closer to Marth. He closed his eyes and hummed a lullaby. The evening sun gently showered its light upon the lovers who had taken the forbidden fruit.
His hands moved to her waist, circling around and pulling her in even closer. "I love you," he breathed out, and took a deep breathe in, relishing her scent of the wilderness and, for some strange reason, the fresh, good scent of the salt of the oceans.
She smiled. "I love you too."
A/N:
I still suck at romance, I'm sorry. Like, WHAT KIND OF CUDDLING DO YOU WANT?!