As Marth walked towards his locker to put away his things that were only of use in battle, he felt the familiar tug on the back of his cape.

            "Marth-babe. Don't forget about later, all right? I'll be waiting in the main room…everyone else has left and Master Hand is back in his office." She winked at him.

            "Yes, Peach. But first I have to go back to my hotel room…" he said, not making the effort for why he had to go. He leaned against the door, expecting it to open, but it was locked.

            "Uh uuuuuuh…" Peach said, shaking her head. Marth looked back at her, and saw the keys twirling around in her gloved fingers. "There's no way you're escaping me this time…" She said, now taking hold of his collar and pressing him against the wall like she had done the day before. Her nose was up against Marth's and she grinned slyly. "If you don't like me…that's alright…I'll just be alone…forever…" She said in a very sulky voice, turning away from him now and walking towards the main room.

            "Peach…I didn't mean it that way." Marth said in a very soothing tone. He walked till he was beside her and held out his arm, as if accompanying her to a dance.

            Peach looked up, and for the first time, she gave Marth a sincerely happy smile, instead of mischievous or sly. She took his arm and they walked into the main room. Both were silent, and Peach kept glancing at Marth, as if wanting to say something, but not sure what. They were nearly to the Fountain of Dreams, when a very disturbing sound reached their ears…moaning and slopping. It seemed someone was having a very heavy make out session.

            Peach's eyes widened as she turned the last corner on the bridge to see Zelda and Link, Link pinning Zelda to the wall, kissing up and down her neck, and groping in places he shouldn't be. His mouth reached Zelda's again, and he led her into a deeper kiss than either Marth or Peach had ever seen. Peach's nose wrinkled in disgust as she watched this, but she took a step or two back as Zelda's eyes parted slowly and she spotted them.

            "Link…mmmm…no…stop…it's Peach." She told him as his lips trailed her neck again.

            Link stopped kissing and groping Zelda, then turned and saw Peach, then Marth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then wiped his hand on the bottom of his tunic, "Well look who's come to crash the party…"

            "Zelda, just what EXACTLY are you doin'?!" Peach asked, and Marth took the hint that she'd never seen Zelda do this before.

            Zelda looked away and blushed. "Link…Link asked me to meet him here…"

            "Shut up." Link muttered to Zelda. (Marth's fist clenched slightly).

            "You guys should save that stuff for a private room!" Peach mocked, glaring at Link.

            "I'm sure you two could've done worse…" Link retorted, stepping closer.

            "We were only coming here for a quiet moment alone." Peach said, now going a little red in the cheeks.

            Link laughed spitefully. "Like I said, you could've done worse."

            "Link…let's leave, ok?" Zelda asked, reaching out to Link's shoulder like she'd done the previous night.

            "No. We ain't leavin' till I settle the score with this—"

            Zelda finally stood up for herself, and grabbed the end of Link's long pointy ear, dragging him across the bridge. "We're LEAVING!" She said, concluding all speech between them. Marth and Peach stood watching until the couple wove their way out of site.

            "What was that about?" Marth asked Peach.

            "Today, during the lunch break…Zelda and I had a little chat. She told me that ever since you came along, Link's been a lot more forceful with her, and she supposes he's been wanting to show her that he can do anything better than you—sexual term wise." Peach said slowly, not using any "babe"s this time.

            "That's unusual…" Marth said, lifting Peach up by her waist, and setting her down on the lowest platform, then jumping up onto it and sitting beside her.

            "Yeh', it is. Before, Link was really kind and gentle to her as though she were a fragile china doll that could break at the slightest touch. Tonight really surprised me because Link looked like he was really forcing Zelda into something nasty. She's never done anything that heavy…not till now, and she tells me everything that happens, so she wouldn't leave out an exciting night like that. She said she's scared to push him away, that he might hurt her…he might verbally or physically abuse her." Peach said, looked down at her hands.

            "So Link used to be really kind until I came along…" Marth said, feeling uneasy as though he'd just done something extremely bad and couldn't repent for it.

            "Well, he's always been conceited." Peach said, breaking the tension a little, and giggling slightly. "But he's never been rough with her. Just lately he's started telling her to shut up at her slightest sound. It seems the only sound he'll let her make now is a groan of pleasure…and you know what I'm talking about." Peach added at the end, smiling up at Marth, once again showing a sincere smile.

            Marth smiled back, feeling a lot more comfortable with the non-pushy Peach. He slipped his arm around her waist, knowing that this was what she was hoping for. He knew she was feeling pretty bad, knowing that her best friend was being practically tortured by her own boy friend, which Peach, in the first place, hated.

            As a natural reaction, Peach laid her head on Marth's shoulder, and scooted closer against him so his arm could fit fully around her waist. There was nothing but a beautiful silence afterward, both feeling very happy in each other's company.

            Marth, now knowing that Peach had another side, went ahead and gave Peach her biggest target. He made a motion as to tell her to sit up fully, so she did, and looked up at him questioningly, expecting him to tell her that he had to leave.

            Peach gazed deeply into those big comforting eyes…they were so soft…they looked like they were made of silk…she couldn't help but fall into somewhat of a dreamy state.

            Marth tilted her chin up to his level and placed his lips gently against hers, making sure it didn't feel forced, just to take her mind off of what was hurting her. Marth had almost put his arms around her waist and sat her on his lap when there was a loud "*Buuuuuuuummmmm……………………………………*" and the lights above went out.

            The two of them were pitched into complete darkness. Peach (even though Marth couldn't see her) blushed, feeling that she had become rather vulnerable, rather than in her usual I-want-to-lead state, and drew back, looking around.

            "I suppose we'd better go before we get locked out." Marth said, his voice even dreamier than Peach could take. She wanted to throw herself at him, but she didn't…partly because she didn't want to miss and make them fall off the entire stage, and never be able to find their way to the ladder.

            "Don't forget I have the keys." Peach said. Marth heard a jingling sound, marking that Peach still did have the keys.

            "Well…we still probably should go." Marth said, and wondered why he had said that. He wasn't feeling uncomfortable or anything…

            Peach sighed, wishing he'd have continued to kiss her with those beautiful lips of his. "Alright…let's go."

            "Alright. Take my hand so you don't fall off the bridges." Marth said, his eyes finally adjusting to the very dim light coming from a crack in the doors, leading to the outside world.