Wow weekly updates are ON POINT. I love this so much better! Gives me a more flexible deadline. I worked so much on this chapter, and this is the longest out of all of them! I was going to break it up into two, but alas, I promised you all a sex scene every chapter from now on.

I need to respond to some reviewers excuse me.

ParasiTeGuesT: Yes. Marth and Caeda are married. But I have never played Fire Emblem and I honestly found her name through Wikipedia. Not about that proper storyline life.

Guest: THANK YOU FOR SAYING THIS IS BETTER THAN JERSEY SHORE THAT WAS MY FAVE SHOW I AM SO HAPPY RN

okay here goes. Also it is a prolonged and very awkward sex scene and it will torture you with the blue balls. enjoy.

The boardwalk was alive with young adults hunting for a good time. Morals were loose and outfits were skanky. Biddies followed random groups, hoping to find a good party and already a little tipsy. The bros were unleashing their smoothest talk towards any cute girl in sight, hoping to create the perfect group ratio to get into their club of choice. The Brawlers themselves were a bit worried about their ratio, since there was a girl for every guy in the group, but hoped that keeping Samus in front would get them past any line.

"You guys are paying my cover charge," Samus muttered to the boys as the bouncer gave her a once-over.

"Samus, with the way you look right now, you're getting in for free," Ike whispered. "Now flirt."

"I can't," Samus looked at them wide-eyed.

"Back of the line, guys," the bouncer approached the group and grunted.

"Aw…" Samus started twirling her hair. "I was wondering if you would just let me and my friends in?" She touched the bouncer's arm. "I really wanna dance," she gave him a sultry look.

The bouncer squinted at her. "You and your girls are okay, but the boys are going to have to wait."

"Come on," Samus touched his arm. "For me?" She slowly fluttered her eyelashes.

The bouncer gulped, "Fine." He unhooked the rope and let them all pass.

"Yes!" Link high-fived Samus. "That was the most awkward but sexiest thing I've ever seen!"

"I tried my best to copy Peach. I guess it worked."

"It was great," Pit handed Samus a glass.

Samus glanced down at the Jack Daniels, "How did you already get to the bar and back?"

Pit shrugged, "It was a fast order. I knew exactly what you wanted."

"Thank you," she kissed him. "Let's go sit somewhere."

"No way! We're gonna dance," he dragged her onto the dance floor. Samus whined but followed him without hesitation.

Zelda examined the throbbing crowd and felt a wave of nerves travel down her spine. This wasn't her scene at all. Her gaze flitted from the overly tanned DJ to the scantily clad dancers in cages above the floor. She felt a gentle touch on her arm and turned quickly to see Link offering her a drink.

"You're not feeling it, huh?" He asked.

"Not really," Zelda looked anxiously at the martini, repressing memories about the last time she drank.

"Don't worry about it. I'm gonna watch you tonight," Link quickly said as if reading her mind. "We should have pre-gamed this before coming. It's gonna take you a while to loosen up enough to get on the floor."

Zelda smiled a little, "You…you want to dance?" She took the glass and boldly stepped towards him. "I thought we were just going to try being friends again."

"That's what I thought too," Link slipped an arm around her waist, "then you took your top off on the beach today."

Zelda pouted, "Isn't that what friends do?"

Link simply handed her the drink and watched her cautiously sip on it. He kissed her cheek and walked her to the dance floor, "A special kind of friend."

Zelda wrapped her arms around his neck and danced slowly and closely to him. "I thought you weren't interested. I'm in shock."

"Eh, well, you know," Link shrugged and pulled her closer. "Today made me remember how pretty I used to think you were. I mean, I do still find you pretty," he gave her a cheesy grin. "But we're on vacation. Why don't we give this a shot?"

"What's the worst that could go wrong?" Zelda giggled. "Even if this doesn't work out, we will probably still be friends."

"And I won't stop rescuing you."

"I can handle myself!" Zelda stopped swaying and firmly looked into his eyes.

Link chuckled, "Bullshit."

A strobe light passed over them and caused their faces to light up. The rest of the club went dark and all they could see was each other. Link brought his hand to Zelda's face and stroked her cheek softly. Zelda lifted her free hand and touched his fingers on her skin. With one last flash of the light, Link lowered his face towards her and opened his mouth slightly, finally giving her the kiss she wanted for so long. Zelda excitedly pressed against him and greedily kissed him back. Link was smiling against her lips as he clutched her head closer.

"Okay," Link pulled apart, giving her a few more small kisses around her mouth. "Maybe we should have done this a long time ago."

"You think?" Zelda was absolutely giddy. She didn't want him to stop. It felt so right. She gave him a huge hug and settled into his embrace.

"Let's go sit," Link grabbed her hand and began the hunt for some sort of lounge area where they could better make out. He found a small circle of couches near the bar and let her finish her drink before sitting down with her.

"I can't believe you want this," Zelda, trembling, took his hands.

Link motioned to a passing waitress for a drink for himself. "Me neither, actually. I thought it would be weird to kiss my friend. But it's not," he gave her a small kiss. "I really like it."

"Do you like it…or do you like me?" Zelda grinned.

"I like you and you know it," Link put his hand behind her head and gave her another good kiss.

At the bar, the other friends were sitting and observing the two Hylians as they shamelessly made out. Peach and Ike were in shock while Marth was a little distracted by Caeda on his lap.

"I didn't even think Zelda knew how to use her tongue like that," Ike noted.

"I'm so proud of her," Peach held a hand to her heart. "Look at them go!"

"You think Link's gonna get some tonight?" Marth asked Ike. "He's been on this dry spell forever."

"There's no way," Ike shook his head. "I don't even think he's that into her. This is too weird."

"I don't know…" Peach played with the olive in her drink. "This has been a long time coming. Link was just in denial."

"Alright, I'll make a bet with you." Ike took his shot and slammed the glass back down on the counter. "If Link doesn't get laid tonight, then I get to have sex with you."

"No," Peach shook her head. "No freaking way."

"Come on. You're so sure they're so ready for each other. Why not? What could it hurt?" Ike winked at her.

"And if I win? If they do sleep together?"

Ike pointed to the crowd, "You get your pick."

Peach rolled her eyes, "If I'm not sleeping with you, then I'm sure as hell not hooking up with a random."

"Fine then. What do you want?"

"Wait," Caeda spoke up. "Peach, aren't you still with that Koopa guy?"

Peach covered her face in shame, "Maybe. Yeah."

"Oh," Caeda glanced at the two of them, realizing the relationship. Then, she burst out laughing, "A princess and a lowly mercenary! How fun!"

"What?" Peach whipped around and looked right at Caeda. "What are you talking about? Ike's a prince."

"Uh," Marth put a hand over his girlfriend's mouth. "Caeda doesn't know what she's saying. I told her jaeger-bombs were for frat bros."

Caeda pushed his hand away, "Um, did you get demoted or something? I don't think I'm the crazy one here."

"Shots! Who wants shots?" Ike pounded his fist on the bar. "Bartender! Give me something nice for these ladies here." He was getting antsy and constantly tapping his fingers on the counter.

"Ike, look at me," Peach grabbed his arm and made him turn around. "Are you or are you not a prince?"

"Um," Ike glanced at Marth for support, but he was too busy whispering something in Caeda's ear. "Not really."

"You can't 'not really' be a prince." Peach's glare grew icy.

"Okay, I'm not one. But does it even matter? I was just trying to impress you, alright? You're dating a fucking king. It's really hard to compete against that." Ike pushed his hair out of his eyes. He was stressed.

Peach let go of his arm and turned away from him on her stool. She crossed her arms and stared blankly into the rest of the club.

"Listen, I'm sorry." Ike tried to get her attention. "I didn't think it would be a big deal. I thought you wouldn't care. Talk to me, Peach."

"You lied to me," she said through her teeth, barely able to be heard over the thumping music.

"I didn't-"

"Just stop," Caeda interrupted Ike. "She doesn't want to talk."

Ike directed all his anger at her, "Why don't you shut the fuck up right now? You don't even go here."

"Hey!" Marth hugged his girlfriend closer. "Don't talk to her like that! She didn't know!"

"Whatever," Ike hopped off the barstool and walked to Peach. She was still staring off into the distance, barely blinking. Ike sighed and walked away.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully. The friends danced, drank, and had a good time with each other. After the club, they got some late night pizza from the boardwalk and headed back home, happy and sweaty.

Pit and Samus were making out against the doorframe to Samus' room upstairs in the beach house. It had taken them a while to actually get this comfortable with each other, but Samus really began to push it at the club. And here they were.

"I'm gonna take off these shoes," Samus whispered after finally separating from Pit. She kissed him a few more times then slipped into her room, leaving Pit to lean his head back against the wall and sigh in bliss.

"Hey, Miranda Kerr," Marth walked by, holding hands with Caeda. "Do you know how to use this?" He slapped something into Pit's hand.

The angel looked down at his palm and saw the aluminum wrapper of a condom. His head shot back up at Marth in worry.

"I take it you don't," Marth laughed. "Well you gotta learn. The bounty hunter wants the D."

"I cannot believe you just said that," Caeda giggled as they walked away.

Pit quickly pocketed the condom just in time for Samus to come back. He put his hands around her waist and smiled at her, "Your feet feeling better?"

"Much. Why do I even bother with heels? I'm tall enough. And they're not me."

"I thought you looked really nice tonight."

Samus brushed Pit's brown hair from his face, "I think we're at the point where you can tell me how you really thought I looked."

Pit reddened. He still was not comfortable with saying this stuff out loud. Instinctively, one of his hands went to his pocket, as if to cover up his little gift.

But Samus was a professional and she noticed his little movement. "What you got there?" She touched the outside of his pocket.

"Um, it's nothing," Pit took her wandering hand. "Marth gave it to me. It's pretty funny actually." He let out a forced laugh and waved the condom at her. "I think it was a joke."

Samus grinned, her eyes lighting up. "I like this joke."

Pit stammered, "I mean, we don't have to, honestly, if you're not ready…we literally just started this today-"

"Shh," Samus interrupted him with a kiss. "Who says I don't want it?"

Pit was surprised at her forwardness, remembering how demure and reserved she used to be, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Yes," Samus pulled him into her bedroom. "And this isn't the whiskey talking." She closed the door behind them and was sure to lock it. She giggled and took hold of his flannel shirt, unfastening a few of the buttons, "Why aren't you excited?"

"I just…" Pit was stumbling over his words as Samus kissed and bit his neck while taking off the flannel. "Are you really ready? This is just so new to me."

"Wait," Samus stopped kissing him and stepped back. "Are you a virgin?"

Pit coyly toed the ground. "Um…yeah."

"Oh, right, you're an angel," Samus hugged him. "You're really not like other guys."

"Yeah, I'm not really like…too eager."

"Bullshit," Samus tugged on the neck of her tank. "You're not eager to see these?" She gave a teasing grin.

Pit's mouth dropped. He tried his best not to stare at her chest, but it was so hard. He had no idea what to do.

"Pit, I like you. You like me. We're not kids. You can do anything you want and I will be happy." Samus approached him and hooked her fingers on the belt loops of his jeans. "Anything."

He let go of all his restraint and pulled her in for a heavy, sloppy kiss. She took his hand and placed it on her ass, which he hesitantly squeezed. Samus ran her hands down from his shoulders to his chest. She let her lips wander down his neck until his undershirt got in the way.

"Sorry, let me take this off," Pit struggled to free his hands and pull off his shirt at the same time. In the awkward tangle, he got his elbow stuck in the sleeve. He was frustrated and his hair was all over his face. "This is ridiculous."

Samus's giggles turned into laughter. She was holding her sides while watching him fight a simple white tee. "Oh, my God!" She started to help him out. "This is killing the mood so bad."

"I'm sorry," Pit was so embarrassed.

"You nervous?"

"A little bit." Pit got the shirt off and whipped it angrily onto the floor. "It's good?"

"So good," Samus trailed a finger down his torso and sighed.

"It's the freaking wings," Pit rolled his shoulders back. "I can't rush undressing."

"Excuses."

"Whatever," Pit lifted her chin for a sweet kiss. "Hey, Samus? Remember what you said back in the ocean?"

"What?"

"About how that was your first kiss?"

"Yeah…" Samus squinted her eyes, wondering what he was getting at.

"So…wouldn't that mean this is your first time too?"

Samus now looked down. She quickly brushed her bangs out of her face and played with her fingers.

"Why are you trying to hide it? You don't have to be embarrassed," Pit put his hand on her cheek so she would look back up at him.

"I know, but I wanted this to be fun. I really, really want to…" she motioned to the bed behind her, "do this. I hate not having any experience."

"Well for someone with no experience, you're quite forward." Pit took her by the waist and yanked her towards him. "It's a big change from when we first met."

Samus smiled, "Are you ready now?"

Pit didn't respond and just went for another kiss. Samus opened her mouth in anticipation but he went right for her collarbone. He kissed the sensitive skin and ran his hands up and down her back. She tilted her head back in pleasure and closed her eyes.

After a minute or so, Samus gently pushed him back. Pit looked at her in dazed confusion. She ever-so-slowly slipped off each strap of her silky tank down her shoulders. Pit smiled at her warmly to urge her to keep going, since she seemed to be a bit afraid. Samus, encouraged by his warmth, took a deep breath and pulled down her top along with her shorts.

Pit had seen Samus in a bikini twice, so this should have been nothing new to him. However, there was something so intimate about seeing the tough bounty hunter in a white strapless multi-way and cotton hiphuggers. She shyly brought her ponytail over to the front and brushed her fingers through it while keeping her legs crossed. Pit decided to help her feel more comfortable and took off his jeans as well. Samus tried her best to keep her eyes from shooting straight down, but to no avail.

"You still wanna do this?" Pit asked.

Samus nodded meekly.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm not making you."

Samus nodded with more vigor now. "I'm definitely sure. I really just…I want you."

Pit led her to the bed where they both sat down. He made out with her some more and slowly brought his hands down to her neck. Samus took one of his hands and, shaking, she brought it down to her chest. Pit separated from her, his eyes as wide as possible.

"It's okay," Samus whispered.

Pit glanced down at her chest and gulped. He nervously cupped one of her breasts and instantly felt more confident. He kissed her again and she arched her body closer to his. He absolutely loved the feel of the soft skin and took her other breast as well, letting his fingers sink into the supple warmth.

Samus was pushing Pit down onto the bed and he obliged. But, as soon as his back hit the mattress, he shifted uncomfortably and she fell off him. "Sorry," Pit rolled over on his side and pressed her shoulders down gently so she was on her back.

"What was that for?" Samus frowned. "I want to be on top."

"Oh," Pit bit his lip. "Yeah, I know. But I hate being on my back," he pointed to his wings.

"Shit," Samus tugged on one of the feathers.

Pit was much more excited to get going now. He straddled Samus and started kissing her with more purpose. His hands were back on her chest and he was subconsciously rubbing his thumbs in circles over her bra.

Samus reached behind her and deftly unhooked it. Pit watched the bra's hold loosen on her, but before he could catch a glimpse of what he'd wanted to see since he met her, Samus put his palms square over her breasts.

"After this there's no going back," Samus said firmly.

"Trust me, Sam," Pit smiled. "I don't intend to."

She let go of Pit's hands and watched his reaction wordlessly as he slipped off the bra. The angel simply stared, unable to make eye contact with Samus, and exhaled deeply. Finally, he looked at her face, searching for the next move. She nodded, sort of prideful, and he let his hands go to work.

Pit absolutely loved her breasts. As he kneaded and kissed them, he wondered why he had never touched a pair of them before. He loved watching them jiggle back into place after a good squeeze and especially loved the way Samus whimpered anytime he used his teeth. Seeing such a strong girl so emotionally submissive to him made Pit feel nothing short of powerful.

Soon, Pit was lying back down on top of Samus and kissing her again. Once he felt the pillows that were her breasts pressing up against his chest, it finally hit him what he was about to do. All the blood in his body rushed downward and he started to grind his hips against hers without knowing.

Samus gasped as she felt Pit's sudden stiffness and became very, very scared. She was about to have sex. She felt completely unprepared. She had to delay this. "Um…Pit…the condom?"

"Right," Pit muttered gruffly as he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. "Where is it?"

"In your jeans."

"Fuck!" Pit had no desire to get up. He forced himself out of the bed and started rummaging through his pockets to find it. His fingers fumbled on the wrapper as he tried to tear it open once he found it.

Samus sat up and watched his frustration. It was only then that she got a good look at the bulge happening in his underwear. This was real. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them closer, thinking if she made the right choice.

"I got it," Pit waved the condom at Samus. He sat back on the bed and looked at it, wondering how to put it on.

Samus giggled and took it from him. "Can I do it?"

Pit was amazed, "You know how?"

Samus shrugged, "You think I don't watch porn?"

"That's a really bad source."

"Please, angel, I bet you've never even taken sex ed back up in the clouds."

"Yeah…I haven't."

"Then let me do it," Samus reached for his boxer-briefs and tugged on the waistband, bringing him closer. He kissed her as she slipped her hands inside. She was trembling like crazy, barely able to take hold of his penis. She felt Pit's face grow hot in both embarrassment and lust once she managed to slip the condom on. This was surreal.

"I'm scared," Samus finally admitted.

"Me too," Pit took her hands out from his underwear and she hugged him. "But it's good that we're doing this together, right?"

"I just fucking touched your dick, this is so weird."

Pit laughed, some of his nerves going away. He locked lips with her and she fell back onto the sheets. He positioned himself over her and took hold of the waistband of his underwear. "Ready?"

"No," Samus grabbed hers too. "On the count of three, okay?"

They counted to three and in a flurry of awkward limbs, they were totally naked. They giggled together, trying to relieve the discomfort, and Pit decided to finally get on with it.

"Where does it…?" Pit was looking down between her legs, trying to figure out what to do.

"Oh, my God," Samus blushed. "Let me help." She took hold of him and guided him into her.

"Wow, oh, man," Pit squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to push in more, but there was resistance, and Samus yelped. "Are you okay?" He quickly pulled out.

Samus covered her face and shook her head. "It hurts."

"Sam," Pit bent down and kissed her. "Am I doing this right?"

"Yeah," Samus wiped her eyes and laughed bitterly. "I'm such a baby."

"No you're not."

"Please! I fight and win brawls all the time, but I can't handle sex? No way," she opened her legs wider. "I think I just need to get more wet, since you obviously don't have lube."

"Get what? And what don't I have?" Pit was confused. His head hurt to think. All he could focus on was the heat between their bodies.

"Never mind," Samus reached her hand down and gave herself a quick feel. "Can you play with my boobs some more?"

Pit gladly obliged and soon Samus was whimpering in happiness again. He continued to grind her, keeping himself hard, and soon, she was ready for a second try. This time, he tried going more slowly, even though his lust was telling him otherwise. Samus still yelped in pain, but urged him to keep going.

Pit finally got as far in as he could, and Samus let out a sigh of relief. He gently started to move his hips back and forth, making Samus smile. With this bit of encouragement, Pit went back at her breasts, making him a bit too excited.

"Shit," Pit groaned not a minute later. "I can't…I think…I'm gonna…"

"Already?" Samus looked displeased.

Pit nodded and came with a low moan. Samus had him pull out and sat up sadly. Pit collapsed on the bed and breathed heavily. "That felt…so good."

"Lame," Samus rolled her eyes. "You're so lame."

Pit looked up, "How?"

"We literally just got started and you already blew your load." She crawled down next to him and cuddled him, playing with his wings. "It doesn't matter. They always say the first time is the worst."

"That was pretty awkward, huh?" He chuckled.

"Just a little," she kissed him over and over. "Next time will be better."

"Hopefully," Pit smiled, excited for a next time. "What's in it for you? Seems like only I had a good time."

Samus gave a naughty grin and took one of his hands. "I can orgasm too."

"How-"

But Pit was quickly shut up with another kiss. Samus led his hand to the area between her legs and helped him push a finger inside. Pit looked at her in shock, but his expression softened once he saw how much she loved it. She let go to bury her head in his chest and moan, and he continued fingering her. His wandering thumb found her clit and she let out a breathy gasp.

As he continued exploring her, the blood in his head began to rush back down. He cursed his lack of restraint, but was pleased to feel that Samus was definitely ready for another attempt. He had her on her back again in moments and, this time, found his way inside without any problems.

Pit was able to last longer now. Samus clutched his body close to her and gasped with every large thrust. She felt herself coming after a while and let out the biggest moan Pit had heard. He absolutely adored it, along with how tight she got around him while she came. Samus lay there in exhausted bliss as Pit finished up. He flopped down on the bed next to her and hugged her close for kisses everywhere.

"We have to do that again," Pit demanded. "Like all the time. That was so good."

"Slow down there, cowboy," Samus tapped his nose. "Just kidding. I fucking loved it."

"Same," Pit stroked her hair.

After a bit more cuddling and talking, they drifted off to sleep, completely exhilarated.

Yes Pit wears flannel

Yes Samus is hornier than my readers.

Yes I am finally resolving the ZeLink storyline.

Fuck I have to be at dinner with my friends in 10 minutes