Disclaimer: Legend of Zelda is not mine. Don't kill me.
Author's Notes: Well, here it is. An unplanned sequel to "A Steaming Mug of Link."
I want him...
That's the only coherent thought I have as I watch him bend over to pick up his boots and move them out of the way. Smiling to myself, I continue to watch as he walks to the couch, landing on its cushions with a soft flump. His steel-blue eyes seem to shoot daggers into my very soul as he settles, remote in hand, and my tummy does a somersault. Actually, if I'm going to be honest with myself, it isn't as strange as it should be seeing as we've been best friends and roommates for years now. Chuckling softly, I give my blond head a shake and join him, rolling my eyes at his continuous channel-surfing. Then his smooth, rich voice washes over me and I blush, my cheeks turning a soft pink.
"Why were you looking at me that way? Do I have spinach in my teeth?"
"N-no," I stutter (goddesses above, I sound like an idiot). "You're just fine, Link. Better than fine, actually."
Now it's his turn to blush and he quickly pretends to be interested in the couch cushion as I wrestle with my thoughts. Why, oh, why is my best friend so gorgeous? After a long moment of silence, he sighs deeply, looking at me with those eyes, and suddenly my lips are on his. His eyebrows raise and his eyes bug out and for a few frightening seconds I'm sure he's going to push me away. But he doesn't; instead, he wraps his arms around me and deepens the kiss.
I need him...
It's a kiss that has been overdue for so long that neither of us wants to stop to breathe, but we do it anyway because we're human and air is important. As we catch our breaths, I look deep into his lust-clouded eyes and feel like I'm falling. He quickly turns off the TV and sweeps me into his arms. We both know where this is heading, and I take the opportunity to suck gently at his ear tip. It catches him off guard, and he has to make a conscious effort not to walk into the wall.
"Link," I beg. "Please. I'm so wet for you already."
That's all he needs to hear before he strips me bare, depositing me onto our bed and hurriedly undoing his loose-fitting pants and removing his boxers and shirt. He climbs up next to me and kisses my lips lustfully, moaning as I rut up against him. My eyes close in satisfaction as I come all over his thigh. He, however, is still hard and warm and I wrap my hands around his length and stroke him gently. After a few minutes, I remove my hands, and he groans at the loss of contact.
I nod once, and he grabs the necessities from the bedside table drawer, fingering myself in anticipation. I have waited for this my whole life, it seems, and suddenly he isn't ready fast enough. Then - oh sweet Farore above - he is entering me and I wrap my arms around him for yet another desperate kiss. He waits as I adjust, and then as we part, he moves and I feel that flying feeling again. I don't say much, for I'm too lost in pleasure to speak, and so all he hears is the occasional sigh as we tumble towards the inevitable.
I love him...
Hours later, after several more rounds of passionate lovemaking, I wake from a deep sleep to find him laying on his side. His dirty-blond hair is all mussed and, in a voice thick with sleep, he says, "Good morning, beautiful."
I blink a few times before kissing his nose and wondering how in Hyrule I got so lucky. He squeezes my hand gently in response, seeming to pick up on my thoughts.
"I love you," I say. "With all of my heart and every fibre of my soul."
He smiles softly and kisses me on the lips. This time, it is a loving kiss; the kind that says 'I'm yours forever.' And he is, he really is.
