Author's Note: OK, here it is. I don't have much to say except: Yay! Reviews! So, here it is, short 'n' sweet.

Link opened his eyes, but the bright sunlight that met them was not at all what reflected his inner feeling. His arm was asleep as well as the person lying across it, and he feared waking her. Her copper-colored hair began to itch his arm and he was forced to pull it out slowly.
Malon stirred, but she just rolled over and remained asleep. Link let out his breath and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and tried to get a hold of his emotions. What had happened last night? Zelda had come, and Malon was with her as her attendant. He first...had spoken to Zelda...
Images of their conversation flashed through his mind. He quickly pushed them away, and then came memories of Malon's kiss. He had recieved it willingly, and she fell back into him. They had almost gone further, but he eased her back on the bed instead, and her words were soft on his ears until they both fell asleep.
Suddenly, he remembered Zelda. Standing up quickly, he walked out of the room and went toward Zelda's door. It was open, and the room was empty. Only two objects remained of her presence--the ocarina and a note.

Dear Link,

The morning is young and I must be going. I will warn you again if my dreams show more. Be on your guard at all times, Hero, and take care of yourself. Thank you again for your hospitality on such a random visit. I will see you in due time.

With Highest Regards,
Zelda

Link re-read it and then let it float down on the bed from his fingers. He had a difficult time controlling what he thought at the moment, and a lump rose in his throat. Quickly, he walked over to the window and peered out in hopes that Zelda was just leaving. There was no sign of her or her horse, so he retreated from the glass.
"Where's Zelda?"
Malon had woken up and joined him at the doorway. He turned to stare at her, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Uh..she's gone. Back to the castle."
"I suppose I had better be going after her..." Malon paused and looked up at her. She had been humbled in her stubborn spirit with age and time, but there was still a presence of wanting to have things go where she thought they should. "Unless you would like me to stay." she finally added, pushing her hair behind her ear.
Link glanced back at the window and saw only trees and the field beyond. The sun was fighting to keep its stand against the increasing clouds. It was going to rain soon, and he felt there was nothing lonelier than rain.
"If you don't mind, I would like it if you stayed."
A smile came to her face, and it made her eyes bright. She walked up to him and threw her arms around his neck. Kissing him, she leaned her forehead against his.
"I waited a very long time for this kind of moment, Link." she admitted.
"I have, too."
And it wasn't a lie; he truly had feelings for Malon. She was the first Hylian girl he had met, and she was friendly and engaging. Still, he couldn't help but feel a tightening around his ribs as Zelda travelled farther and farther away.
Malon kissed him again and he touched her face with his hand. When she let go, he pushed her hair behind her ear. There was much turmoil going on inside of him, and Malon thought she knew why. But, she was too scared to say anything. The first time she had been in love had been a disaster--she didn't want that kind of pain again. Link was a good, honorable man; the Hero of Time! She had finally found his affection, and would not let it go.
"I'm going to get dressed." she decided, "where should I meet you?"
"Downstairs, we'll eat."
She nodded and slid out of the room. Link watched her leave, and heard the first few drops of rain begin to hit the windows. He watched the shadows change as the sun was covered, and finally moved.
Picking up the ocarina, he slid it into his pocket and went for the letter. His fingers tightened around it until it was folded into itself, and finally into a ball. Dropping it on the floor, he decided not to think of Zelda unless it was absolutely necessary. He was afraid that if he continued to think about her as he had been, he may never stop.