*Cracks knuckles* Welcome back folks, enjoy the ride, we have two brave babies doing brave things

Well… What do you know… It actually exists. Zelda stared out from atop the mountain she and Link had just finished climbing. They could very clearly see a small, heart shaped pond with many flowers surrounding the area.

Having woken up just past the crack of dawn, Zelda and Link had taken their hiking boots, ropes and gloves, and readied themselves for climbing the small mountain surrounding the western side of Lurelin, half expecting to be searching most of the day for the somewhat elusive location.

It had taken them longer to climb than to search.

In fact, they'd climbed for roughly 30 minutes, and spotted the pond the moment they had stood atop the tall mountain. Zelda was the first to descend closer, Link following slowly behind as he admired the view of the province from their higher vantagepoint.

As much as Link wanted to feel as excited about the pond's discovery, his mind was still stuck in their late night conversation from the night before.

"If I went into heat… Would you help me through it?"

Who in their right mind asks that kind of question out of thin air and doesn't talk about it in the morning? He was sure she would broach the subject with him when they woke up but it never came. He didn't want to ask in case it was his imagination, but he didn't remember sleeping too well. Telling her he liked her had kept him awake through most of the night.

"Look! Hearty radishes!" He smiled as Zelda plucked one of the vegetables from the ground, lifting the heart shaped radish for him to see. "They're everywhere!" She seemed so excited to see them all, he was sure she was going to be taking them all with her.

Might as well grab them for her… He slowly descended to the water and let Zelda pile on the radishes into his arms.

"Do you think someone fashioned the pond into this shape? Or do you think it's natural?" She asked, crouching in the sand. "It'd be incredible if it was done naturally!" She began describing the crispness of the lines and what phenomena might cause a heart shaped pond to occur naturally.

Was it natural? Link thought it could be possible.

After all, there was a nearly identical one near Hateno. He'd discovered it by accident as a child, but the only difference between the two ponds was that the one he knew had a crack in the middle.

But in the event that it was artificially made, he thought it'd have been a terrible joke to make a broken heart pond. A bit funny, but still terrible.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if he asked Zelda to go to a romantic destination only to have her see it's a broken heart. The thought had him coughing out a nervous chuckle.

"What are you laughing about?" He looked to Zelda, who was as close to the water as one could be without dumping their head under.

"It's nothing." She narrowed her eyes at his attempted-stone face and for a moment, he thought he might break and start laughing again until she rolled her eyes and reluctantly returned to…. Whatever it was she was examining beneath the surface.

She seemed to be trying to balance herself on her knees with the sheikah slate above the water. Quite frankly, it seemed like he would have to drag her out of the pond.

With his arms full of radishes, he expertly manoeuvered his pack off his shoulder, bringing the radishes to sit on the dry grass before shoving them one by one inside, safely away from where they could bruise.

"Please don't fall in." He called out to her as she stretched out above the water, her knees shaking immensely.

"Nonsens-!" Just as she spoke, the slate was thrown into the air to his direction as Zelda collided into the water.

Radishes completely forgotten, he rushed to his feet and walked into the pond to where the princess was now sitting, arms crossed with the strongest pout he'd ever seen, completely soaked to the bone.

"Look at you, taking a dive into Lover's Pond." He withheld his laughter as he extended his hand out for her to grab.

Of course, teasing her in a pond wasn't the brightest idea because, instead of pulling herself up, she pulled him down with as much force as she could muster, sending him face first into the water next to her with a big splash.

"'Look at you, taking a dive into Lover's pond.'" She imitated his tone laughing at the algae that stuck into his bangs.

"Try it again and I'll drown you myself." He jokingly threatened, pushing himself out of the shallow water. He wouldn't actually do it, but was the urge to shove her head under water for a short second there? Absolutely.

"I'd love to see you try." Was the urge now growing? Yes. Was he seriously thinking of dunking her head under? Also yes.

"Oy! Get out of the pond!" The two looked up to see a man coming up the path, alone, who angrily pouted at them. "Go to the beach to swim!"

He caught the end of an eye-roll from the princess beside him and he let slip the laugh he was holding back, causing Zelda to do the same. He slowly helped her out, squeezing the excess water from their clothing at the same time.

"What do we do about our clothes now?" Zelda asked as she plopped down to the floor, pulling off her boots and emptying them.

Opting to copy her actions to rid himself of the sloshing in his boots, he sat beside her unceremoniously and poured the water from his boots. "I don't think we need to worry. I think we'll dry off just fine on our own." He pointed up to the clear skies above them.

As the day began to reach midday, they could feel the heat climbing, effectively drying their clothes. They'd watched a few people come up the mountain, most of them being men alone who looked their way with interest.

Maybe a bit too much if you asked Link.

More than once, he'd have to glare off a man who would eye up the princess as if she was a meal. For a few moments, he was happy she couldn't sense his natural pheromones.

Link certainly had been generous with the warning spikes he set off. It worked on most of the men climbing, most looking away or scurrying off immediately after Link started glaring at them silently.

He wasn't sure how long they stayed up there, but he could see storm clouds forming to the east, coming their way. It was then that he pointed them out to Zelda and mentioned heading off.

"Do you want to take a picture before we leave?" He offered, holding up the slate's camera function for her to see. Her eyes lit up instantly as she nodded.

Lifting it and centering her to the slate, he tried to find a good angle. He didn't want a repeat of their Champions' picture… While it was a nice one, he hadn't expected to be pushed into five other people.

Missing something… He brought the slate down, looking around him. There. He bent down next to his pack and plucked two daisies. Turning back to Zelda, he approached and weaved the small stems behind her ear.

"Perfect." He muttered to himself, taking a step back to admire the Princess. He lifted the slate back up as Zelda touched the flowers in her hair, confused as to why he'd put them there.

Pulling one from the two he'd placed, she brought it up to her nose, smelling lightly. "They're pretty, but why?"

Looking through the slate, he clicked one picture and realised it was almost perfect.

"Those flowers could never compare to you." Just as she reacted to his words, he clicked the picture and smiled. "You're beautiful." He whispered to himself as he admired the picture he took.

"Excuse me?" Her cheeks cutely dusted in pink, she looked at him as if he'd just surprised her with a gift.

The words may have slipped out without him fully realising it, but he took it as a blessing in disguise. She really was beautiful, and the flowers could never compare, he wasn't lying. Choosing to swallow down the residual embarrassment, he took a silent deep breath and pushed the blush down as best he could.

"I said what I said."

With one final prayer in the Spring of Courage as the sun rose, Link and Zelda were quickly on their way home once they'd sighted the grey clouds looming over camp. Link had packed up their tent in record time and they were off in no less than 10 minutes following the prayer's end.

The moment they'd exited the Dragon's mouth at the entrance of the ruins, the rain began, drenching them completely with little warning.

Against their better judgement, they continued on, quickly leaving Faron and reaching the Bridge of Hylia, where the rain persisted.

"We should stop somewhere; wait out this rain!" Link shouted over the thunderclaps in the distance. They were both going to catch their deaths in the rain. They saw multiple shots of thunder strike around them, even catching a glimpse of a tree catching on fire not too far away.

"Where?"

"I know a cave nearby!"

"Go!"

It took no time at all for Link to divert their route from the nuddy paths and head to the Great Plateau where he knew of adequate cover from the rain. He hoped it hadn't been blowing into the cave, somewhere dry to sit would be preferred but they weren't picky at the moment.

It continued to come in downpours, obscuring most of their vision as they lined the elevated ridges of the plateau. Their hair clung against their skin, clothing sopping wet and skin chilling by the minute with the chilled temperatures of the rain and wind.

"Where's the cave?" He looked back at Zelda, who had shouted above the rain.

"It's near that shrine Purah found by accident!" He couldn't remember what they'd called the damn thing, but it had looked different than the other shrines they'd found littered all over Hyrule. It stuck to his memory, its weird basin in the middle of it and nothing else but a simple terminal inside.

The other shrines, no matter how many times they tried, couldn't seem to gain access to it, but this one, it had opened and responded immediately. Purah and Robbie shared their theories with Link and Zelda that it may have been a sort of healing chamber, but he was far from able to remember every little detail they shared with them.

Spotting a familiar bend, he waved for them to turn off and they quickly found the small opening in the rocky wall.

Dismounting from Epona, he was glad to see the interior of the cave hadn't been soaked into, the rain blowing in the opposite direction. More than enough space for both horses to come in as well as enough space for them and a possible campfire, they quickly took cover and brought the horses out of the rain.

Loud thunder resonated in the distance causing the horses to scrape against the ground and whine.

"Shh, it's fine." He mumbled as he petted Epona's mane as Zelda did the same to Storm to calm them down.

"What are we going to do? It doesn't seem like it'll let up anytime soon." The Princess looked outside wistfully, the rain obscuring even the closest forests located a mere couple of minutes' walk from the cave.

He joined her to look outside, sighed, and squeezed the water from the hair framing his face, followed by the removal of the cord that held his long hair out of his face. "We wait, I guess? Wait until it slows down a bit?" He took the remainder of his hair and squeezed it over the cave entrance to let the water fall away from their sitting space.

"Wait?" Her voice had amusement laced in. "It'll take forever." She sounded defeated now.

"We should focus on getting dried off. That storm isn't letting up soon." He muttered, shaking out and messing his hair out of place. "We'll catch a cold otherwise and Lady Impa'll have my head if you get sick."

"Oh please, that's only a myth! There's no studies that prove it's true." She retorted back, a snort leaving her.

He hummed in response, shrugging. "Well first, it makes it much more difficult to keep warm, which is essential to keeping yourself in one piece." He pointed out. "One of the most important survival rules: shelter from the weather." He told her. He looked at her as she remained quiet. "Water has a high thermal capacity," He was pleased to see Zelda's brow shoot up in surprise at the bigger terms. "It'll zap the heat from your body before it'll start rising in temperature, and even then you'll be too cold by then for it to make a significant difference."

"Look at you pulling out the big words." she teased.

He looked back at her with a brow raised. "You want me to say it like the soldiers in the barracks instead? Water makes you cold. Cold isn't good for you." Once she was finished snickering in her corner, he continued. "I do read sometimes, I'll have you know."

"Well it isn't often you talk like this, let me enjoy it!"

"It isn't often I can actually say something useful either." He muttered back, thinking back to all the conversations about Sheikah tech that he let pass over his head because of stuff he didn't know. "Let me use the big words I do know."

The two laughed for a short moment before Zelda motioned to their bags and themselves. "Oh alright, what do you suggest then? Our clothes are soaked and so are most of our things."

"Well, we find out what isn't wet and go from there. I'll get a fire started so take off the top layer." He motioned to the blue top she wore atop her white blouse of her riding outfit.

While he returned to the bag that he'd dropped further into the cave, Zelda slowly unbraided her hair and squeezed what moisture was currently locked in her long locks, cutting the weight from her head down significantly.

She watched the winds whip through the fields, parts entering the cave in bits. No, the storm definitely wouldn't be letting up anytime soon.

Carefully, she removed the decorative blue layer atop from her blouse, making sure not to accidentally flash Link if the blouse decided to follow as well. The material stuck to her skin uncomfortably and she found herself having to peel the clothes off slowly to avoid any mishaps.

While she did want him to be aware of her feelings — he likely was if last night was anything to go by— She didn't feel like baring herself to him in the middle of a cave by accident.

Grateful that Link was looking elsewhere, she looked down and cursed the many white blouses that her maids had her wear. Curse the rain and curse the thin fabrics. She could see her bra beneath the fabric, why did she choose black of all colours for a trip to Faron of all places?

"Link?" she called out, keeping her back to him.

"What is it?" She heard him call back, but the bag rustling around didn't stop.

"Did you find any dry clothes in my pack?"

She heard him muttering incoherently to himself for a few moments, the noise of clothes being moved around much louder. "I think it's all soaked." He called back. "Why?"

Why did her maids like to give her so much white clothing? Was that the only colour in their minds apart from royal blue and gold? Were they hoping for the embarrassment of getting wet accidentally?

All of her clothes were white and soaked, meaning no matter what she wore, it'd be a problem.

"How clean is my prayer gown?"

"Give me a minute." The moving of clothes again, a bag being moved, and more clothes. "Clean, but wet."

"Give it here and look at the wall." It took no time for the sopping dress to land squarely on her lap with a loud thud. It felt heavy, but it would have to do, she would just need to make sure it didn't accidentally drop to the ground in front of him.

It did seem like it would be a while before the rain would slow down.

It took longer than she thought to change out of her clothes, every layer seemingly glued to her body as she slowly peeled off her blouse and riding pants.

Getting her dress on had her encountering the same problem; having to unstick her dress everytime she tried to hoist it above her undergarments.

"Can I turn yet?" She heard Link drone on from his side of the cave. She cursed the fact that he was allowed to strip out of his tunic without a care in the world while she had to cover herself completely.

"You can look." She looked one last time at the thunderous rain outside the cave and sighed, instead going toward Link and the small campfire he'd made.

"Why did you change in front of the entrance?" She didn't miss his little snicker. "Everyone can see you there."

Her eyes rolled and her hands quickly found her hips. "Are you going to tell me everyone chooses thunderstorms to go riding with their friends?"

"Now come and get warm. Maybe that dress will dry itself a bit faster outside of the rain." He pointed to the rain that was making contact with her at the edge of the cave.

As she came closer, she could see him taking out some of the heart radishes she had dug up at the pond, cutting the smaller ones and setting them aside into a separate bowl.

Beside him, she could see a few herbs and other small vegetables cut and peeled.

"That was delicious, I still have no idea how you make stuff taste so good." Zelda moaned as she took the last bite of the creamy heart stew that Link had made over their makeshift campfire.

She had gotten to watch him expertly toast herbs, throw in particular ingredients at certain times, and soon enough, she was sure the cave they were sitting in smelled of a kitchen. She was quite surprised no creatures had shown up, but she shrugged it away.

"Is there any more?" She peeked into the cooking pot and saw a bit at the bottom, but it was unlikely to fill her small bowl completely.

"Here," He extended his bowl with a smile. "have the rest." He exchanged the bowl and took the empty one while Zelda looked at him as if he was a gift to her from the Golden Goddesses.

"What? No!" She tried to reach back for the empty one, but he held it out of reach. "You need more than I do!" She argued.

"But I want to give it to you." He retorted back with a cheeky grin.

"Why?" She pouted cutely, eventually relenting to eating the bowl he'd given her.

"Because I like watching you enjoy my food." He shrugged. "It's cute." Instead of commenting back, she ignored the heat dusting her cheeks and shovelled part of the stew into her mouth, her eyes stuck to the blush of her knight's cheeks. Or maybe it was just the heat of the flames, she wasn't quite sure.

She finished her mouthful slowly. She wanted to really analyse him for a moment. He thought she was cute? Is that why he wanted to cook for her so much? He did stare at her alot while she ate… Was he simply interested in her reactions? Did he really like seeing her eat his food that much?

Must be an ego thing. She concluded. What if… Feeling brave, she placed the bowl down quite a ways away from her seat where it wouldn't get knocked over accidentally and flicked her hair behind her shoulder.

"Is that why you refuse to let me cook? Because you think I look cute eating your cooking?" From where he sat cleaning the empty bowl, she saw his head snap back her direction at a speed she was sure must have been uncomfortable. His face was quickly turning a vibrant red, his eyes darting in every direction.

Got you.

"Is that it? You find me cute?" She giggled flirtatiously, keeping his attention on her. "Come on, I know you can talk." She withheld another laugh at the sight of his mouth gaping open and closed like a fish, soundlessly. "You've been saying things of all kinds the last few days." She greatly enjoyed his nervous fidgeting on the other side of the fire.

Knowing she could play with him more, she stood up and moved around to sit beside him. His anxious glances pushed her to tease him more so she sat down beside him, practically touching as she continued.

"Weren't you so eager to assist me when I brought up the topic of heats? No shame, Sir Link?" It had been a while since she'd used his title, she wondered what sort of effect she could make if she used it properly.

"Only because you asked." She heard him mutter in low breaths.

"And what of your words at the pond? These flowers could never compare to you? Aren't we brave?"

A cautious glance back at her had her wondering what he might say next. Would he be timid?

"And what about the things you've said, Princess ." His tone flipped like a switch from timid to tones brimming in confidence and hints of fierce courage. It lit something within her chest, something she couldn't quite put a name to.

Oh no. She hadn't expected him to switch her game back on her, she was ill prepared to face him if he decided to shoot her back with what she'd done.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She primly stated, swapping her tone to a proper one. She looked the other way, prepared to ignore him.

"Oh?" She hadn't expected to feel his hand come and turn her face around to face him. His fingers held her jaw in place, gently of course, but firmly. "You certainly haven't been proper the last few hours either." Her eyes were fixed to his, unable to look away from the brewing emotions of his blue eyes. "' You don't need to put up that second tent, you know'. I certainly wasn't as direct as you, Zelda." She had said those words, hadn't she.

At least he hadn't let the comments slip over his head. Thank the goddesses he wasn't oblivious.

"Let's not forget your little questions about helping ?" His eyebrow arched perfectly, prodding her for an answer she was unwilling to give. "Why so quiet, Princess? I know you can speak." She definitely hadn't expected him to gain the confidence she had displayed moments before.

Maybe she shouldn't have teased him like that. In hindsight, maybe it wasn't a great idea, why had she thought it was a good idea?

"Tell me, what do you really want?" She didn't know what she could see in his eyes, but it beckoned her closer; the dark blues asking her to find the hints of crystal within its irises. She wanted to know what swam in the eyes that had her paralysed.

You. Is what she wanted to answer.

She wanted to grab his face and kiss him, wipe that confident smirk off his handsome face. She wanted to regain control of the game she'd started, she wanted him to be putty in her hands again.

Enough of asking ten thousand questions, enough of flirting and getting nowhere, enough of prodding him with silly little words he'd muttered. She realised if she wanted results, she would have to take the first step, the first leap, if she wanted anything to move the way she wanted.

"Screw this." Were the words whispered from her lips instead as her hands flew up to his face subconsciously. She only caught a flicker of surprise in his eyes as their lips came together, but she felt it and she was sure he did as well.

Something between them ignited; Link's hands flew up to weave into her hair, and Zelda's went to touch and prod his warm, bare skin.

It took no time for the two to lose themselves in their new dance, excitement and eagerness overtook every other emotion that had been present before. The thunder outside grew distant and quiet as their breaths grew heavier, the lack of air being the only reason for separation.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," He whispered against her lips, leaving a hot trail along her jaw.

Zelda sighed as he continued down her jaw, lightly sucking and prodding her neck in languid wet kisses. With every brush and contact of his lips or tongue, it was an exhilarating heat that energised her body, leaving tingles behind at every mark.

"Link…" she breathed out as she took in the new feelings.

She could feel him hum against her skin, his teeth grazing lightly on her skin.

"Please…" another hum followed her quiet plea.

One of his hands remained at the nape of her neck, fingers in her hair, while the other moved to the small of her back to press her against his bare chest.

Feeling his burning skin against her own, shivers wracked through her body, paired with the fire that ran through her veins.

"Please what?" He slowly grew more confident with every kiss, every touch he gave her, and it was evident in the eagerness of his whispers.

More. She wanted more.

She whimpered at the loss of contact, using her hands to pull him closer, urging him to continue.

"Use your words, Zelda." Another wave of shivers wracked her body with the commanding rumble in his voice; she craved more, and lifted her lips near his

" Please," She whimpered in begging tones, "I need more." She took his mouth again, seeking a searing kiss and losing an inch more of her control.

She barely acknowledged him manoeuvring her onto the rocky ground, the campfire a few feet away yet she felt none of its warmth, instead focusing on the warmth of her knight above her, arm still wrapped around her waist, tongue caressing hers.

She let her nails run down his bare chest, marking his skin lightly in pink trails as she made her way down to his trousers teasing the hem and leaving it be momentarily as she made her way back up.

Once her lungs burned for air, she reluctantly let him go and gazed into the darkened pupils reflecting back at her from the flames. His cheeks were tainted with a mesmerising pink, given an orange tinge from the campfire.

"Zelda…" She loved hearing her name spoken in desperate breaths.

She could feel his fingers leave the nap of her neck and make a slow trail down to her chest where a flicker of his eyes between her and her breasts asked for permission. Through her soaked prayer dress, his hand carefully cupped her breast with the pads of his fingers kneading experimentally into the supple skin.

"You can go harder if you want." She felt her face burn as the words left her lips on their own, as if she was a woman possessed by desire.

He continued to watch her writhe beneath him as he applied more force, his hands taking their time with every firm grasp of the soft flesh. With a hesitant tug, he brought the front of her dress down, watching her reaction to his every move. When no resistance or discomfort was detected, his hand returned to squeezing her bare skin.

The sight of the rich blush and sweat-glistened skin made his heart jump in a way he didn't know. He'd never seen her in such a way; her eyes brimming with desire and unfocused from lust, her chest heaving heavily from what he'd done to her so far.

He'd certainly imagined it more than a few times but the real thing couldn't compare to his imagination.

It wasn't until another wave of shivers wracked her that he stopped. Was the ground cold? He looked over and noted the fire right next to them and frowned.

It shouldn't be cold right here… His hand left her breast and touched the stone ground, feeling only strong heat. Why is she shivering so much? He shifted himself off her, trying to ignore the whimpers that left her lips at the lack of touch. Her skin shone with sweat, which made him wonder. They hadn't done anything exerting, she shouldn't be sweating like this… And why was that blush so… red? He hadn't touched her that much , had he?

His hand flew straight to her forehead and found it to burn beneath his hand.

Zelda was feverish.

How hadn't he realised it earlier? He suddenly felt stupid. He'd gone ahead and kissed her and pushed her without realising it. He'd touched her beyond what he should have and now, he didn't know if her behaviour was due to her sickness or not.

If I went into heat… Would you help me through it?

Fever and sweating was a common sign for a preheat, he realised. And so is lust… His brain reminded him, alarming him immediately. He grabbed one of her wrists and brought it to his nose, his brain jumping to 10 different conclusions.

He sighed in relief when he didn't detect the sweetness that was common in omega pheromones. At least he hadn't gotten himself into that kind of trouble.

Goddess forbid he take her in a cave for an entire week… No, she deserved much better than that.

She's not in heat, at least she's just sick… It didn't make him feel better, knowing he'd gotten her sick from the rain after she'd just stood in the cold waters of the Spring of Courage only hours ago.

He looked around for anything he could use before looking back at Zelda. She was holding herself up with her arms, fixing her dress back over her breasts as she shifted herself into a sitting position, confusion in her eyes.

It wasn't the kind that asked what they were doing. It was the kind that guilted him; the kind that asked ' why did you stop?'.

"Link? What's wrong?" Goddesses, he could hear it. Her voice sounded normal at first glance, but he could hear what sounded like the start of a scratchy throat coming along.

He was an idiot for not noticing.

"You have a fever."

"No I don't, I feel fine!" He would have believed her had she not tried to conceal a very faint sniffle.

He threw on his shirt that had mostly dried by the fire, trying to ignore the dampness that was still present. "I'm taking you back to the castle. We can't stay here."

Her eyes dropped to the floor, disappointment evident in her crestfallen face. Even her shoulders slumped a bit.

Link couldn't ignore the stab to the chest upon seeing Zelda upset. He looked outside to see that the rain had somewhat calmed down. The torrential downpour had become a calm drizzle. Calm enough to ride back to the castle. "Come on." He helped her stand, brushing off the dirt from his trousers.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered almost inaudibly. He'd have missed it if the fire had crackled any louder than it currently was.

"Why are you apologising?" He stopped in his tracks and cradled her warm face into his hands. Her eyes were quick to avert his, and he noticed the tears that threatened to appear. Great Goddess, he hated seeing that. "Why?"

"I… You… I pushed you and pressured you-" He cut her off with a kiss, pulling her against him.

"Did it look like I wasn't into that?" He asked, gazing into her beautiful green eyes.

"But the other night, you said no-" He brought her flush against him, hugging her tightly.

"I said no because I thought we were being watched."

"Eh? Watched? Are you sure?"

"I could sense it since Castletown. I didn't want them to alert your father, whoever it was." She remained quiet for a moment. He hoped she understood, he didn't want to send her the wrong message. "I'm sorry."

"Otherwise… you'd have said yes?" she looked up at him, her eyes full of hope.

"Probably, yes." It left his lips without hesitation.

"So why not now? We're alone-"

"You have a fever and you're soaked to the bone from the rain, not to mention this is a dirty cave." He chuckled, poking her cheek playfully. "I think it wouldn't be hard to find a better place or opportunity to do that." A smile and laugh broke through her tears, relief falling over him bit by bit. "We have all the time in the world for stuff ." A giggle broke through a small series of hiccups.

"Let's go home." She wiped the stray tears and separated herself from his hug.

"I'll pack up, you get the horses ready, ok?"

I had so much fun writing this chapter. I slammed my fist on that tension detonator so goddamn hard and i enjoyed it!

I hope you guys did too, hehe