Ok, so, I had a general idea in my head of how this kiss scene would play out for a few days. I just couldn't figure out a beginning until today. Then, once I start writing, it goes off in a slightly different direction. I'm still satisfied with how it turned out though!
I'll admit that for this one, I was inspired by a few different stories. One was the little mini-story in Greek mythology of Demeter and Iasion (you should check it out, it's not very detailed, but it's a lot more tragic). The other stories that lightly inspired me were a pair of works on this site, with the same pairing, by a user called GrimGrave. I don't know why; for some reason, fire just seems inextricably tied to Din's character! Anyway, if the aforementioned user is reading this, I want to thank you for your work on this site!
I've prattled on long enough, though. Remember, if you like this story, or you have suggestions for how to improve these kiss scenes, please write me a review! I promise, reading your comments have become a highlight of my writing process!
Now, without further ado, I hope y'all enjoy!
Link couldn't help but feel quite accomplished as the crystal barrier that held the oracle Din vanished, leaving the redhead standing in front of him on her own two feet. Her eyes remained closed - as they had been while she was imprisoned - for a few seconds. Then, slowly, they opened. The oracle took in her surroundings for a few seconds, before her gaze swung to Link. She looked him up and down for several seconds, before grinning. "I'm just gonna guess Onox is gone?" she asked.
Even as Link nodded, he was grimacing internally. Onox had been an absolute pain in the rear to fight, between his impenetrable plate armor and his transformation into a dragon at will. Link was thankful that all that armor slowed the man down, and that the Gorons had forged him a greatsword strong enough to pierce the mail in the gaps in Onox's armor. Worse, his imprisonment of Din had destabilized Holodrum's seasonal cycles, wreaking havoc on the farms upon which the country relied. All in all, Link was glad the giant was dead.
Din, seeing his nod, grinned even wider. "Judging by that big ol' sword you're carrying, I'm guessing it was you who put him down?" Link nodded again, eliciting a laugh of triumph from her. "I knew you could do it, Link," she crowed, throwing an arm around his shoulders. "So, shall we head out and get the seasons back under control?"
Link smiled, pulling the Rod of Seasons from his back and holding it out to the oracle in offering. Din's hands closed on the ornate staff, and, taking a deep breath, she took it, leading the way out of the vault she'd been held in.
She was bewildered to see Holodrum covered in snow. "Well," she mused, "this certainly won't do. It was early summer when Onox captured me. What did it turn to right after?"
"Winter," Link said simply. "I've had to shift the seasons around since then to get to you, but winter is the most recent shift too."
Din grimaced. "Winter, huh? I can't imagine that did the farmers any favors...Better make it spring then." So saying, she raised the Rod and waved it elegantly aloft, as Link had learned to do.
The change that came over Holodrum was almost immediate. The sun shifted further overhead, burning the heavy cloud cover away. A hard south wind blew in from the ocean, somehow lifting all the snow from the ground and whisking it up to the northern mountains. Within moments, Link found himself looking at a pleasant spring day. Though he'd seen this happen multiple times now - having used the Rod himself - his breath still caught in his throat seeing the seasons change so rapidly.
Din looked at him and chuckled. "I know," she said. "I never get tired of it either."
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There was a celebration at Horon that night when it was realized that the seasons wouldn't be spontaneously shifting anymore. It seemed like the whole country had flocked to the town for the party. There was a massive bonfire barely fifty yards outside the town, ringed by quilts and blankets on which people sat, and off to the side, a few tables had been set up, packed with casks of various drinks.
"To victory," Din said, breaking Link's long look at the revelry as she tapped his cup of mulled cider with her own. Link looked back at her with a smile as they raised their mugs to their lips. They were currently sitting together on one of the blankets Din's troupe had brought into the country, watching the lively chatter of the adults and the ecstatic, frenetic play of the children.
Everyone sure was happy, Link thought.
"So, have you given any thought to what you'll be doing now?" Din's question stilled Link's thoughts.
But he already knew his answer: "I've been asked to head over to Labrynna in the next few days. Rumor has it there might be more trouble brewing that way, and I'd like to be there to head it off, or put a stop to it if I can't."
Din smiled. "What a happy coincidence," she remarked, "my troupe and I are planning to go there too. What if you tagged along with us?"
Link bobbed his head a few times in consideration. Then he nodded. "That sounds like fun. When will you be going?"
Din smirked as she replied, "Just a few days from now."
That sounded almost too convenient for Link. But before he could comment on it, he heard the musicians that comprised the rest of the oracle's dancing troupe begin to warm up, preparing to play a song for the multitudes gathered to dance to. They'd already played three or four times, and always Din and Link had gotten up and joined the dancing crowds.
This time was, evidently, a bit different. "Sounds like they're about to play a couples' dance," Din observed, looking meaningfully at Link. "Care to join me?"
Link's eyes widened and his face began to warm up. "I-I'm not that great of a dancer," he replied, "not with this kind of dance."
But Din rose, offering her hand to him. "It's easy, trust me," she coaxed. Link wasn't sure what it was that convinced him to take her hand and follow her towards the fire. Whether it was the twinkle in her vermillion eyes, the encouraging expression on her face, or the way her tanned skin glowed in the firelight, he would never be entirely certain. But either way, he wordlessly let her lead him into the throng.
There were a few hesitant seconds of silence while Din showed him how his hands were supposed to hold hers. Then the music started and he found himself bouncing lightly over the grass to its rhythm, looking up at his partner (she did have a few inches on him, after all). All around were gleeful couples locked in vibrant motion, yet none seemed to dance as divinely as the oracle.
Just once, perhaps two minutes through, he briefly (and rather on accident) locked eyes with one of the musicians, an older fellow with a guitar. The man winked at him, then began speaking mid-strum to the other musicians.
Din showed no hints of surprise as the music began to gradually slow down, more flow now and less bounce. She just flashed one of those prize-winning grins at Link, moving his hands until they settled on her slim waist. This done, she wrapped her own arms around Link's neck and shoulders, pulling him closer until they were pressed snugly against one another. As the song in the background finally settled on its new, slower pace, their dance became far simpler, little more than swaying slowly in each other's arms.
And the expression on her face changed nigh-imperceptibly. The smile was the same, but there was something more...intense about it - perhaps something in her eyes, Link wondered. Not that he could actually identify what - if anything - had changed. Nonetheless, her look, combined with their sudden closeness, had him mesmerized. All he could do was stare up into her eyes. He began to feel warm all over, and not just from Din's body heat (which he could feel, even through both their clothes).
The realization came on him, rather suddenly, that the lovely redhead might very well be attracted to him. And he was starting to be attracted to her as well.
Din's face broke out in a grin, and the spell was broken. Link realized they were now a ways from the bonfire now, perhaps some twenty yards, and even farther out from the edge of town. They were on the open fields now, separated from the main body of dancing couples, who were partially blocking the light of the bonfire, throwing the two of them into a dim orange shadow.
Without warning, she pounced, sending him falling backward, and herself with him. Link landed on his back in the soft grass, his hat falling off his head as Din lay fully on top of him, now grasping the back of his head.
They lay there for several seconds, Link's face steadily getting warmer as he grasped the situation. And yet his eyes never wavered from Din's.
She noted his gaze, and his blush, the slight parting of his lips as he lay panting, and how entranced he seemed. And she smiled. "Finally," she said breathily, almost whispering. Then she pulled Link's face up to meet hers.
Link's back arched at the first touch of her lips on his, and he gave a little hum, half of surprise and half of longing. The sound seemed to flip a switch in the oracle, and she began kissing him aggressively on the mouth. These were no gentle pecks, nay, she was kissing him with open mouth and wild abandon. And, though Link had never experienced anything like this before, he couldn't help but match her, his mouth opening and closing in time with hers.
And then her tongue slid past his lips, deliberately but without any hesitance, as if his mouth was its domain. Link began panting heavily as it started probing around, his arms reflexively tightening around her waist and his back arching even more. The two of them were pressed fully into each other now, and Link timidly began copying what Din was doing, fire coursing through his veins, his breath coming out somewhere between a pant and a whimper that was muffled by her lips and tongue. He had no idea how the redhead could keep her breath settled through all this; not once had there been a hitch in it, she was breathing hard but deeply and evenly.
Link had no idea how long this intense kiss lasted, but he presently became aware of her lips lifting off of his. He willed his eyes back open (they'd been closed ever since that first touch of her lips) and saw a couple shimmering strands between their lips and tongues. They were dispelled when Din licked her lips. Then she grinned down at him. "I wanna do this as often as we can," she whispered, "while we're here, and while we're on the way to Labrynna, and all the time once you're done there. What about you? Will you be mine?"
Link was still panting, his cheeks ablaze. But, though his mind was maybe just a little muddled, he managed to whisper out one word that would change both of their lives: "Yes."