AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapters pretty much beyond my comfort level, so imma just nip this at the butt and stop it here.

But thank you again faithful reviewers!

Touch Me

His touch, hesitant and unsure, was like the silent air sweeping in from a distant land, new and exotic, terrifying even, but still holding the promise of familiarity. Strange feelings stirred within my very core. Feelings of love and lust; confusion and guilt; playing my emotions hand in hand, unnerving me with hushed excitement. I didn't know what I was doing or why my fingertips were fascinated with the feel of his rising chest. I was gripped by a latent instinct that urged my hands to run against the hills and valleys of his stomach, furthered by my curiosity of this very different human being.

His chest was swollen with the scars of past infections, the wounds contorting around corded muscle. I am ashamed to confess the morbid fascination that held my eyes to his frame. Flicking from defect to defect, my eyes studied his bare body.

I brushed his skin with my fingers; lightly, slowly, my nails dragging against him. The heat that radiated off his body alone was enough to impulse my hands onward over him. I noted the curve of his waist and the muscles that flanked his sides. I stroked a digit over his sensitive ribs, my fingers descending from notch to notch, step to step like a staircase.

I was coerced into lifting my eyes by his silence, my vision obscured by lashes, only to find his head arched back against the wall. His mouth was parted, saliva left over from the kiss shining on his tumescent and bruised lips. His hands were clenched at his sides, his fingernails digging into his palms. His breath was ragged.

Mistaking this for pain, I pulled myself away, afraid and uncertain. His head rolled forward to rest on his shoulders, his eyes meeting mine with intensity. I was frozen by the pensiveness of his gaze, the delicateness and sensitivity of those cobalt eyes. He smiled the same boyish smile that I knew so well, and and brought a gentle hand up to touch my own. But he stopped when my hand was held in his palm, his brows furrowing. He turned it over, his thumb running over the newly formed blisters. The pain of the sores that had been out of my thoughts now came rushing back. I flinched in his grip.

"What happened?" He whispered.

I found myself suddenly self-conscious as I shrank away. "Work" I answered quietly, completely, ashamed of my flaws.

Link, with his gentle way, pulled me back towards his bare chest. He brought my hand slowly up to his face, his lips brushing the callouses and wounds, eyes keeping steady with mine. My hands, guided by his, lowered down to graze against the distended scars of his abdomen.

"I win." He murmured in melancholy, referring to the maimed state of his torso.

His hand was still wrapped around my fingers. I felt the pulse of his heart through his wrist; erratic and fast. His eyes searched me. I didn't know what he was trying to find, nor did I care.

LOL IM DONE WRITING PR0NZ

THIS MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE AND AWKWARD.

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