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Tournament:
Day Four: Pleasurably Unreal
by mrtysh
Marth blinked his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub them. Slowly, he rose, yawning and stretching his stiff limbs.
He felt very refreshed and confident today. Perhaps it would be the fateful day that Samus would know...
Either way, he pulled a plain white tunic over his chest and found a pair of navy trousers in the chest of drawers. Then, he found his boots and tugged them on, tying them quickly. Lastly, after smoothing his silky navy locks of hair, he placed the small tiara atop his head.
Marth sighed and headed for the door. Despite feeling rather alive and awake, he still felt he needed a brimming cup of black coffee, so he traveled downstairs to the kitchen.
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The water pressure ceased as the young chestnut-haired woman stepped out of the shower and cloaked herself in a feather-soft, periwinkle bath towel. As the maiden tucked its ends together above her well-proportioned bosom, the towel conformed to her dazzling figure perfectly.
Zelda hummed a familiar lullaby as the once tepid water became frigid on her skin. Ignoring it, she found her comb and ran it through her long hair, preparing to separate it for her braids.
As she twisted the small strands, her thoughts wandered. I am going to take my time and look my best for Link today. This is the day something could... begin between us. It is extremely important to—what time is it? Zelda finished off the braid and took a peek outside the bathroom door. The old digital clock read six thirty three.
Zelda let out a relieved sigh. Link wouldn't have awakened yet... Especially since Samus hadn't even risen.
The princess yawned, clicking the bathroom door shut once more. She found her pearl-white bathrobe and slipped off the dampened towel, the air chilling her to the bone instantly. The robe secured and tied, she switched off the light to the bathroom and quietly left into the main bedroom.
Samus was breathing lightly, but nevertheless asleep. Zelda, wishing not to disturb the innocent bounty hunter, decided it best to find comfort in her bed for a few minutes and wait until she was warm and dry. Quietly all the while, she picked up a nearby paperback copy of Stephen King's Desperation and sat down in her bed, switching on the small lamp on her bedside table.
Zelda ruffled open the pages, finding the beginning of the book. She heard a faint stirring, and she hoped Samus wouldn't awaken yet. It was only—six thirty—nine now. She thought she deserved some relaxation time to herself, for once.
As she read the beginning words, she sighed. Contentment washed over her, and she settled into the captivating story.
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"Z...Zelda?" Samus shuddered herself awake.
"Hm?" Zelda monosyllabically replied, quickly finishing the line she was on in the book. She eagerly looked up to see Samus rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"'Morning... How long have you been up?" Samus inquired groggily.
Zelda glanced at the digital clock, which now read seven twenty-one. "About two hours, I guess?"
"Wow... Sorry I haven't been up to talk... I guess I'll get dressed." Samus stood, stretching her muscles. She walked over to her minimally stocked wardrobe and chose a pair of faded straight-leg blue jeans and an orange quarter-sleeve tee shirt, walking into the bathroom without a word.
Zelda sighed, reluctantly closing the book. Since Link would soon be coming to get her for their departure, she would need to be dressed. The princess eagerly stood and picked up the dress from its spot on her wardrobe door. Its Hylian sash shimmered in the dim light, glowing as if it had a spotlight shining on it.
Hearing the shower water pound against the floor of the bathtub, Zelda merely slipped off her robe and donned the dress carefully. As she let the layers caress her figure, she picked up the small tiara and placed it atop her head as always.
Zelda walked over to the mirror and smiled at the reflection. She saw a cheerful young woman of about twenty or twenty-one staring intently back at her, the tiara now glinting on the beautifully kept chestnut hair. As pale white as the skin was, the initial complexion was utter brilliance.
Suddenly, she heard the water pounding cease. Could Samus have finished her shower so quickly? She must have; the hair dryer had been started.
A few minutes later, Samus dashed out of the bathroom, fully clothed and beautiful, blond hair billowing like a long cape behind her, dry as anything.
"Hey. Nice dress," Samus complimented generously.
Zelda was speechless at the speed of the process. "Thanks?"
"Oh, I took a quick shower because I wanted to go down to the kitchen to see if Marth or anyone else would be there, so I'll see you soon!" Samus smiled and left the room hastily.
"Bye..." Zelda whispered, knowing the bounty hunter couldn't hear her. She chuckled lightly at the spontaneity of the girl. That was a major part of Samus's personality.
Zelda sighed contentedly, turning to the clutter that was her bed. As she straightened it to perfection, a certain man of great integrity slipped into her peaceful thoughts.
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Link coughed, choking over a particularly obnoxious snore. A groan could be heard in the background; most likely poor Roy.
Link gave up on the 'sleep' tactic and sat up on the bed, rubbing his tired eyes. What a long night it had been for the swordsmen; Link kept waking himself up with snores and Roy couldn't sleep because of them.
"Morning..." Link muttered groggily, hoping to lighten up the tensed atmosphere.
"Morning," Roy snapped back in reply.
Link ignored the hint and stood, stretching. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table, which read seven twenty-eight. Groaning, he searched through the drawers for a fresh green tunic, feeling for the crisp fabric. Clutching it, he pulled it over his head quickly.
Roy decided to add something to the droning silence. "You really ought to learn how to sleep silently."
"Would you SHUT UP? I get it. Enough of that," Link replied, trying to remember where he put his bow. Anxiously, he glanced around the room, eventually spotting it atop Roy's set of drawers, for some reason.
He grasped it, and found his sword inside its designated drawer, along with his small inventory, and the small ocarina. Link scooped up the parcels and slung the sword sheath over his shoulder. He hooked the bow onto its section of the inventory pouch just as quickly. "Roy, I need to go get Zelda, we'll be leaving soon. See you," and before Roy could add to that, Link had dashed off down the hallway.
Roy sighed, hopping out of bed with newly acquired enthusiasm. He rifled through his drawers and found a plain tunic, almost like a tee shirt with a few embellishments, bright red. He slipped it on and then came his trousers and boots. Checking the mirror, his hair ruffled more than last night when Peach's roaming hands had had their way. Not wishing to comb it, he smoothed it out and headed for the kitchen; surely Marth would be there by now.
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Samus had gotten downstairs and had almost made her way to the kitchen. Only a few more feet toward a meaningful conversation with Marth. After all, there was a shadow in there that looked quite familiar to his...
She inhaled deeply and walked in there quietly. "'Morning, Marth!" Samus greeted cheerily and sat in the seat next to him. Absently, she breathed in the fresh scent of dark, heavily caffeinated coffee, despite the empty blue mug.
"Morning, Samus!" Marth responded with matching enthusiasm. "How are you?"
"I'm great. Glad we can have a break from these fights. You?"
"Definitely. I'm fine also, I just don't know what to do this weekend. Do you have plans? Since Link and Zelda will be away, and Roy and Peach will be spending most of their time with each other, it'll just be the two of us. What do you think?" Marth inquired.
Samus took in the truthful information. Marth was right, it would be just the two of them, pretty much. Perhaps she could really get to know him this way... "That sounds great! I'd like us to spend some time together..."
Marth smiled, slightly reminiscing on the past few days, especially before Samus's fight... We were talking, and I encouraged her to do well in her fight. Then we were about to... kiss. So close, too. Literally... "Great. Then, let's start now. I feel like I hardly know you, Samus. I want to change that. So, tell me about you."
Samus looked at him stupidly. "Well... What exactly do you want to know? 'About me' is extremely vague."
"Yeah, I guess it is... Well, tell me about why you came here; your past."
"My past is full of mysteries. I never knew my real parents; I was born on a planet that I failed to learn the name of that was raided by an evil race called the Space Pirates. They killed my parents, and I was taken in by some members of the Chozo race; taken back to their home planet, Zebes. They raised me there and taught me how to live. More importantly, they infused me with their DNA, and trained me as a warrior. That's where my suit came from, they called it a super-powered exoskeleton with a few bells and whistles. I can't remember too much of my life, though. I can remember that before I came here, I was living a normal life of a bounty hunter; fulfilling my missions as I was needed. Then, I got the letter and decided it would be good to get away... And here I am two years later, on planet Earth!" Samus finished with a sharp inhalation.
Marth hesitated momentarily. "Wow, Samus. I... I'm amazed at your past. I never knew any of this, and I'm sorry about your parents."
"Forget about it. I never knew them," Samus shrugged.
Marth sighed. "My past is a little different. I did know my parents, my father being a real dictator and my mother being as sweet and caring as anything. Since I was prince, my father was King of Altea, in the land of Crimea, and my dearest sister Elice was the princess. I was to be sworn in as king later in my life. But, naturally, we were invaded by the enemy from another kingdom, and they killed my parents and took my beloved sister hostage. Supposedly, she escaped their clutches, but she died eventually, from unknown causes. So, I was devastated. I wanted to avenge my family and the kingdom, so I set off to slay the thing that caused all of our distress. This thing, as I call him, was Medeus. As far as I traveled, it was all worth it in the end, and he was gone. I had avenged them, but there was no longer a kingdom to rule, so I left the Emblem realm and came to Archanea to reside for a while, at least. Shortly after, I received my letter... And here I am two years later!"
Before he could see why she had done so, Samus had wrapped her caring arms around Marth; he could feel her tears through the thin fabric of the tunic. "Marth you... lost your whole life... I'm... sorry..."
Marth returned the embrace, warmth and thoughts of being loved spread through him. "Samus... it's the past. I can't change it, nor can anyone. I do miss them, especially Elice... You remind me of her."
Samus looked up at him with teary eyes. "Really? How?"
"Well... I'm not sure, you just have many similarities shared between you. I miss her soft, caring voice and loving, warm arms," Marth started to tear up a bit as well. Even thinking about her was a huge step for Marth.
Samus wiped her eyes, trying with all her efforts to smile for him. So much for being emotionally strong...
Marth rubbed his eyes. She really is the girl for me...
As that thought was ended, a familiar red-headed swordsman stuck his head in the room. "Hey, guys!" he hesitated, observing the scene before him. "Umm... Well, Link just left to get Zelda, so I imagine they'll be leaving pretty soon. Just thought I'd let you know." Roy left the room hastily.
Marth shook his head in response to Roy. "Well, shall we, Samus?"
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Peach sighed upon her reminiscence of the previous day. Roy, a winning fight, Roy, and not to mention Roy...
Peach had been awake for hours, but hadn't left her bed. It was too warm and peaceful in her room to leave, really. Despite the fact that it was now seven thirty-nine, and Link and Zelda were soon to leave for the entire weekend, she didn't want to leave the familiar comfort just yet.
Until she heard a firm tap on her door. Quickly, she hopped out of bed and grabbed the robe hanging on the door to her bathroom to cover herself; merely wearing three inch shorts and a bra. She made it to the door before the person knocked again.
She inhaled sharply at the sight of Roy. "Good morning."
"'Morning, Peach... I-I just figured I'd let you know that Zelda and Link are going to leave pretty soon, I thought you'd want to say goodbye," Roy stuttered, catching sight of what little clothing she wore.
It seemed to Peach as if the two were slowly inching closer as the seconds passed like an eternity. "Oh... thank you. I'm sure they wouldn't leave without saying goodbye anyway."
"Probably not. Well, as much as I love you in what you're wearing, you might want to get dressed... Just a tip," Roy chuckled heartily, smiling that adorably handsome and brain-mushing smile of his.
Peach smirked. "Of course... but, just one last thing..." and she grabbed him roughly by the neck of his shirt, bringing his unsuspecting lips to her own moist ones.
As unsuspecting as he was, Roy caught on rather quickly. Almost as soon as their lips touched, his hands playfully gripped her tempting hips, right on cue with her hands reaching up to tousle his finely groomed red hair.
This continued for awhile, each of them taking turns for the dominant role in the affectionate tussle. Eventually, to their chagrin, they had to separate; what for the need of air, and more importantly, even, to gaze contentedly into each others' eyes.
Roy gently touched his lips to her collarbone and whispered huskily into her ear, "I love you..."
In response, Peach only pulled away, smiled in a skillfully seductive way, and slipped back into her room.
Roy sighed, making an attempt to straighten his yet again unkempt hair, to no avail. He knew Peach would be leaving her room shortly, so he trudged his way downstairs to the entrance lobby.
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"I'm really going to miss you guys while I'm gone!" Zelda cooed as she gave Samus and Peach each one last hug.
"We'll miss you, too, Zellie," Peach smiled.
"I hope you have fun!" Samus chimed in.
Zelda smiled and silently waved, walking over to Link. Roy had now joined Peach, their hands intertwining, and Samus and Marth just sort of stood there, really.
"We'll be back soon!" Link called, offering Zelda an arm, which she gratefully took. The two walked outside, waving to their loyal friends one last time.
"So, Link, how exactly are we going to be getting to Hyrule?" Zelda asked the question that had been eating at her brain endlessly for the past week.
"Well, it's complicated. You remember... seven years ago, you gave me the ocarina?" Link looked up at her anxiously.
"Of course, Link! You were the one who saved the land in the first place."
"Good. Well, the ocarina—I-I still have it, and I've kept it with me all along," Link declared finally, pulling out the small blue instrument, boldly embellished with the Triforce symbol.
Zelda stared at the object with disbelief. She had almost forgotten of its powers, and the fact that she had given it to Link; trusting his prowess in such objectives. "Is that... really—"
"The Ocarina of Time, it is!" Link clutched it carefully, preparing to play.
The soothing notes echoed far off into the lands of the earth, winding through the vast forests, across widespread oceans, and through the enormous mountains; a call. Epona's song...
Link lowered the ocarina; who knew how close Epona the horse was to these lands. Hyrule wasn't too terribly far away, but it was far enough that one wouldn't want to be on foot.
"Link... You've really kept it all this time. What was that you just played?" Zelda inquired. She had not taught him all he knew.
"This is the song to call Epona, the mare entrusted to me by Malon. I thought that since Hyrule is only about eight miles away, the song could be heard. It must have some sort of magical power in the notes, because when I play it, Epona always seems to be very near me whether she was originally two feet away or two miles," Link explained thoroughly. Zelda responded with a single, understanding nod.
A distant neigh was heard from around a particularly tall acclivity. Even the sound of the galloping hoofs of a mare, pounding against the ground. Epona galloped toward Link, long white mane billowing in the wind. She looked the same as he had remembered, and was still as loyal as ever.
As she skidded to a stop, Link took Zelda's arm gently. "Do you want behind me or in front of me?"
Zelda eyed the horse, calculating the best position. "I suppose I should be in front of you, then..." she timidly replied. Being a princess, it was considered unacceptable to ride any way but side-saddle, which was impossible in this set-up. Nevertheless, she allowed Link to help her onto Epona, who seemed calm and reassured about the entire ordeal.
The position not being the most comfortable, Zelda hoped that it would be a short ride. Good thing this dress in particular was extremely long...
Link mounted the horse behind Zelda, easing himself into a workable manner, clutching the reins and preparing for a refreshing yet bumpy ride to Hyrule.
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"So, what now?" Marth asked Samus as Link and Zelda walked out the door.
"Good question," Samus giggled.
"Well, let's just... go out into the courtyard. It's a really nice day outside!"
Samus nodded and followed him. She absently admired how sleek his hair was. Oh, what she would give to comb through it...
They arrived into the vast courtyard, a place where the fighters would sit to enjoy the air of the outside world. There were benches and tables, trees for shade, stone walkways and bright green grass. If lucky, one might spot a few butterflies in the daytime or swarms of fireflies in the evening.
"It's so nice out, isn't it?" Marth commented absentmindedly.
"It really is..." Samus didn't know how to reply to such small talk, so she decided to start the real conversation for once. "So, Marth, tell me about... your friendships with Roy and Link."
Marth chuckled at the reminiscence. "Well, I guess that all started when I first arrived here. Link and Roy were already here, along with very few others. Link I met first. He was the only person who would talk to me when I first came here, so I felt slightly at ease around him, and we got to know each other well. We actually had a lot in common; what with our talents in swordsmanship."
"Sometime in getting to know him, I met Roy. We had even more in common; I found out he was raised in the land of Daine, and he was a skilled swordsman much like myself. Apparently, he and Link had arrived here at the same time as Link, so they became friends. I guess it was all a huge friendship triangle from that point, and we all got along so well and fought even better. What about you, Zelda, and Peach? I never knew about that story either." Marth finished.
Samus sighed. "Well, this will be a long story. I've been here forever, I got here just shortly after you did. Zelda arrived shortly after me, and Peach shortly after her. Zelda and I became incredibly fast friends, especially since we were roomed together. We just had so much in common and it was so easy for us to talk about anything."
"Peach... Now that's a different story. I saw Peach as this girly, giddy, immature princess. Completely typical. But, Zelda, being the caring and down-to-earth person she is, took the opportunity to get to know Peach, and discovered that she was actually really nice, and even a little naughty sometimes! So, I took her word for it, and ever since then we've all been inseparable," Samus giggled at her cheesy remarks.
"I'm glad for you..." Marth hesitated for a few minutes, watching the glorious sunrise. "You think Zelda and Link have gotten to Hyrule yet?"
"Probably not, she says it's several miles away. I wonder how they're getting there, she never told me," Samus thought aloud.
"Link said they were traveling by horseback, but I don't know how it's possible. But, both of them possess incredible magical powers, so, you never know."
"I bet Zelda and Link will get together while they're away. She's been head over heels in love with him ever since they met, I think," Samus smirked at the thought.
"Yeah, Link is completely in love with her, too. She's all he can talk about, seriously! They'll be perfect for each other."
Samus's eyes widened slightly. "So Link is in love with her? Then this will all work out! I'm so glad for her..." And that was the truth. But there was a void eating at her heart, and she knew that the void could be so easily filled.
It was sitting right next to her. Breathing her air, talking to her, even. It would be so easy to... just...
Samus mentally shook herself out of her dazed state. Now just wasn't the time... In fact, she really needed to get away before she lost it completely.
"Marth, I'm really sorry, but I need to leave, I have to do... something. I'll see you later!" She stood, walking toward the mansion.
"Wait, Samus!" Marth called, surprising himself by his sudden outburst. "How about we eat lunch together? I'll see you in the kitchen at twelve?"
Samus hesitated, but wouldn't pass up this chance in a million years. "Of course! Okay, I'll see you then!" and she hurried back inside, so as not to embarrass herself any further.
Maybe I can actually get somewhere with Marth today...
-
A small droplet of warm, sticky sweat rolled slowly, agonizingly so, down Zelda's pink tinted cheek. The position she was in was rather uncomfortable, and it was a warm day in these lands. Link remained very close to her, which made her very nervous. His muscular chest often brushed against her shoulders and she could feel every slight tensing of his muscles. Nevertheless, he reassured her, and they were very close to their destination.
"How are you holding up, Zel?" Link called over the gallop and the dancing wind's whistle in their ears.
Zelda held up a shaky thumb in response. As of now, she could finally recognize the scenery. They were nearing the legendary Kokiri Forest, very close indeed. In fact, they had just passed the twin set of trees to the entrance. Link tugged harshly on the reins and Epona roughly skidded to a stop.
Promptly, Link hopped off and his feet caressed the soft grass beneath him. He kindly offered a hand to help the princess down from the tired horse.
Link patted Epona gently, followed by a neigh of approval. "Shall we, then, Zelda?" and he gave her his arm to be led by.
The pair silently walked into forest. Link was surprised to see the greatly flourished life, and all the young Kokiri helping each other out like friendly neighbors and old-time buddies.
"LINK!!" a multitude of voices sang, ambushing the pair, but mainly Link. Some of the younger and even a few older Kokiri who remembered Link, including Mido.
"Hey, everybody!" Link patted heads, answered questions, and asked a few himself. "Is Saria around?"
"Link, you know I'm always here, you dolt!" another voice silenced the young ones; it turned out to be Saria walking, or running, out of her house, open arms. Link accepted the embrace gratefully. He hadn't seen Saria in a year or two.
Zelda merely stood watching the jovial scene and all the recognition, praise, and greeting; none of which she received. Even from Saria, who was seemingly drooling over Link.
Saved by Link. "Hey, Saria, I've brought Zelda here, too!"
"Oh, hello Zelda! Nice to see you again, finally!" Saria made no gestures whatsoever to Zelda, an arm still wrapped tightly around Link. The younger Kokiri looked at her like she'd just fallen out of a tree; having no earthly idea who she was.
As if able to see Zelda's distress and boredom, Link slipped out of Saria's grip and intervened with, "It was great to see you all, and we'll be back here later, certainly. But, for now, we must travel! Come on, Zel!" Link grabbed her hand and swiftly made his way out of the forest. Zelda didn't need reassurance, not one bit.
Eventually they made it back to the field of Hyrule, right by Epona. Suddenly, Link pulled out the ocarina and brought it to his lips, but paused to say, "Zelda, grab my shoulders, now..." and he played a melody she had yet to hear, soothing, calming, and—a form of transportation?
-
Samus sighed as she combed her hair; it needed to be perfect. Every strand in place, every curl bouncy. Yes, curl. Samus had decided to look very innocently cute for this outing, so she wore a dressy, navy blouse along with her unfaded pair of blue jeans. She wore black, low heel ankle boots also. She thought it looked rather appealing, hopefully especially to Marth.
She looked so... different. It just didn't look like her. It was too pretty and girly; it actually cared about its appearance. Samus used to be so tomboyish and hated dressing up, but... One man can truly change one's outlook on the subject, apparently.
Samus glanced at the reflection once more before leaving her room. This was as good as it gets for her. She sighed, walking out of the room and toward the stairs to make her way down to the courtyard.
It seemed that her mind didn't want to travel as quickly down the stairs with her, so it remained farther away. She reminisced upon her experience with Marth two days ago.
"Hey, Samus... You're early, too?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I am. I'm ready for this battle, even though I'm worried about Zelda..."
"Yeah, I've been wondering where she is. She wasn't at Link's battle, which was very peculiar. I think Link's going to check on her after your battle."
"I hope so. You guys know you don't have to be at my battle, right?"
"Samus, don't be talking nonsense! You've been to all of ours, and you're our friend. We want to be there to support you! Call us your good luck charms."
"Oh, thanks, Marth... I didn't think I meant that much to you guys!"
"Samus, you mean so much to us. I don't know what I'd do without you..."
"Really?"...
By now, Samus had almost made it out to the courtyard. She could remember that moment so well, too well in fact. She was seconds away from... kissing Marth. They were mere inches away from each other...
To her own disappointment, she thought about this incident a lot since it had happened. She wondered if he thought about it any. Surely he must have, he instigated the encounter in the first place. Perhaps she would ask him, she was tired of these consistent thoughts; surely Marth felt something for her...
Right?
Flitting the thoughts away, Samus hastily walked out to the designated spot in the courtyard, only to find Marth sitting there on the ground with a classic red-and-white checkered tablecloth and a brown wicket picnic basket. Classic, corny Marth, as always. But, naturally, Samus was too busy admiring him to care. He was wearing the sexiest jeans she'd ever seen on anyone and one of his beautifully woven navy tunics. To be rather cliché, he was a sight for sore eyes.
"Hi, Marth..." Samus greeted casually, waving.
"Hey, Samus! Please, sit," Marth smiled, gesturing to the area opposite him on the tablecloth.
Samus sat, careful not to wrinkle her blouse while doing so. She couldn't help but admire Marth's charisma, even though he didn't intend it...
"I hope you're hungry, I made us some ham and cheese sandwiches, if that's okay..." Marth proceeded to pull two good-sized sandwiches out of the small picnic basket, followed by a small pitcher of fresh, iced lemonade.
"O-of course, yeah," Samus stuttered, blushing profusely.
Marth had two thick paper towels surrounding the sandwiches, and he handed Samus one of them. She took a bite into it, expecting nothing more than a strong taste of cheddar cheese and a blast of ham flavor.
That's what she got, but there seemed to be something special in it or something. A unique flavor. Only Marth, one of the mansion's most talented swordsmen could be the most amazing chef as well, even with a mere sandwich. Samus giggled.
"Something off with the sandwich?" Marth looked up at her, puzzled.
"Oh, it's nothing. But, these taste excellent! Thank you, Marth..."
"You're welcome, Sam...us," Marth decided it best to add the rest of her name.
Samus ate her sandwich bit by bit, and before long it was gone. Marth was still eating and she watched him, but her thoughts strayed to Peach and Roy. She wondered about how they were doing today...
-
If one were standing outside Roy and Link's room, they would suspect something, especially if they didn't know that Link was gone. Much noise could be heard outside the door, and one would simply wonder what was making that noise.
It might not be what one expected it to be. Of course the new couple of the mansion were interacting...
For awhile, they had been talking, sure. But, it was as if it were a contest to see which one could make the other crack first; which one could make the other start smothering the other in love and kisses. As soon as Roy said something unbearably sweet to Peach, she thanked him with a kiss, and he thanked her by not letting go of her.
Now, they stood intertwined in the middle of the room, Peach's lips effortlessly gliding over Roy's. Her arms were twisted around his neck, one hand caressing his hair skillfully. Roy, on the other hand, gripped Peach's hips, warmth spreading from head to toe.
One might wonder why the interaction hadn't escalated further along than this. Perhaps the two were saving the moment for a better time. This was only the beginning...
-
Zelda engulfed the fresh lake air. Had she really just teleported?! All by touching Link's shoulder as he played a melody? Amazing, really...
Link inhaled deeply also. The lake air was rather refreshing to the taste and the way it was able to dance all over one's body felt marvelous. Oh, how he just wanted to dive in and take a swim... Well, they had to swim, in order to get to their destination.
"Zel, you can swim... right?" Link walked toward the lake after grabbing her hand.
"Of course! Why?" Zelda looked at him with a puzzled stare.
"This," Link lifted her clean off her feet from the solid ground, causing a slight squeal. She wrapped her arms around his neck for protection as he plunged deep into the frigid water, her in hand.
Zelda was oddly surprised at the sudden change of events. Apparently, the duo was headed for the Zora's Domain, and they needed to cross the waters to get there. In simple terms, swim. So, Link took the liberty of 'helping' her into the water...
"You all right," pant, "Zelda?" Link took in as much air as possible; they had propelled downwards rather rapidly and it had taken them awhile to resurface.
"I'm fine, Link..." Zelda didn't have the will to demand why, for the love of Nayru, he decided to jump in the lake now instead of just walking across the bridges.... Nevertheless, they swam at a leisurely pace, not wishing to tire themselves so soon.
Eventually, they arrived at the surface of the entrance to the Zora's Domain. From Zelda's eye, it looked to be about ten feet down...
"Grab onto my hand, Zel, we're going under..." Link took her outstretched hand and pulled her under with him; leading the way down.
As soon as the reached the entrance, the 'teleportation' feeling returned. Here we go again, Zelda thought with frustration.
-
By now, Samus and Marth had both finished their sandwiches and had even drained some lemonade. The refreshing drink was very sweet, allowing the two to take on a completely different attitude.
Marth and Samus were laughing quite hysterically about something Samus had said. Both were trying to catch their breaths and say something intelligible, but each time they tried they would crack up again. It was rather enlightening.
Eventually, they got a hold of themselves. Samus blushed profusely, embarrassed even though Marth was in the exact same boat. That boat was small, meant for two only, and there were no other boats nearby in Samus's mind.
It seemed that both of them were thinking about the same thing, and expressing it through silent eye contact. They were thinking about what Samus was thinking earlier... the close encounter they'd had before. It was as if the two both wanted that experience to occur again, but this time without an interruption.
So, that was what happened. Marth ambled toward her, rising over her. He hovered about an inch from her face to feel her warm, mind-numbing breath on his lips. Slowly, cautiously, he placed his warm lips atop hers.
Samus was surprised, no doubt. But, a rather elated surprise, it was. She'd kissed a few guys before, but never had anything felt this way. She had never had this intense feeling of passion and overheated body temperature. She hadn't kissed anyone in a long time, so she had almost forgotten how...
Marth picked up any slack that there was to be had. He let his tongue glide skillfully over her moist lips, almost begging to be let into her mouth. Meanwhile, his left arm caressed her long, flowing hair at her neck and the other was wrapped tightly around her waist and tickling the small of her back. He could feel the vibrations of moans and whimpers in her throat.
Samus felt as if she would wake up in her soft bed if she let go of Marth. This kind of thing only happened to her in her dreams... In my dreams, Samus thought. If this was an incredibly realistic 'dream,' then she was going to take advantage of it. She finally returned his gestures, hugging his figure closer to hers.
Marth gently sucked on Samus's bottom lip, lazily lapping his tongue around it. To think he had started this, it was his idea and his spontaneity. He couldn't be more proud of himself, really.
As much as he wanted to continue further, he wanted to use his vocal skills again; before he forgot how to. He released Samus's lips and breathed calmly on her right ear as his left hand reached under her mane of hair and rubbed the sensitive skin on her neck, causing her to shiver with great pleasure. He then whispered ever so softly, "I love you, Samus..."
Samus shivered again as his warm breath tickled her. It dawned on her, the realization did. This really wasn't a dream. Did everyone feel this way when the love of their life confessed love in return and (practically) kissed you to death? She would have to ask Peach.
"I love you, too, Marth..." Samus couldn't refrain from kissing him in thanks. It was... so unreal, but the good sort of unreal.
Pleasurably unreal.
-
Zelda huffed as she floated to the surface of the glistening Zora's Domain. Link surfaced right behind her, hair sopping wet and matted; plastered to his wet face. This water was... different. It had a different feel to it, and it seemed smoother than the water in the lake; though both bodies were increasingly clear and pure.
Link swam around Zelda to get to the shore on the westward side of the Domain. What was so peculiar about this innocent act was that when he was completely out of the water, every part of him but his hair was dry as fresh linen from a clothesline.
Seeing her incredulous look, Link acknowledged the fact that he was almost completely dry despite being in water two seconds previously. "Oh, this water has magical properties. When you step out of it in one fluid motion, all of the parts of you that were underwater will be dry. I really never knew why, but that's the way it is," Link smirked in his boyish manner. She noticed he had pulled off his cap and held it underwater so it would be dry. He slung it lazily over his damp hair.
Zelda swam very close to shore, then ducked her entire head under. She counted down, then hopped out of the water like Sonic when he landed on a stage spring. Sure enough, all dry. Not even her hair had a single drop of water clinging to it.
Shoving that minor amazement out of the way, Zelda followed an unusually silent Link. Perhaps he had sensed the tension and frustration steaming off of her.
Now they walked through the crystalline Domain, attracting curious glances from all the Zora that were scattered around the place. Link paced quickly up the stairs and Zelda had to run to keep up with him. She had only been to the Domain a few times, so she didn't know her way around it at all.
Soon, they turned a corner into the King's Quarters, only to find the... overgrown, hefty King Zora sitting in front of the entrance to the Zora's Fountain. "Link?!" he exclaimed. "And... dare I say Princess Zelda?"
"Greetings, sir..." Link kneeled before the King, and Zelda politely curtsied. "it has been awhile!"
"Indeed, it has. What, may I ask, brings the both of you here?" The King inquired.
"We have merely come for a visit, and we would like to see the Princess Ruto as well," Link replied, standing once again.
"Ruto? Ahh..." the King glanced behind him, indicating that Ruto had vacated to the Zora fountain. "Give me a moment..." The King began edging his large anatomy to the left, his skin creating friction with the raised floor, making little squeaky noises all the way.
Zelda had a hard time stifling the peals of laughter that so wished to escape her lips. It was all just so amusing!
Link was un-fazed, having seen this process before. He nonchalantly laced his hand with Zelda's, leading her up the stairs on the right side of the small room. This caused Zelda to blush profusely, but she struggled to keep their hands intertwined; she wanted Ruto to be aware of her intentions with Link.
Finally, the King had finished scooting over and bid the pair adieu. Link continued to escort Zelda out of the Domain as if it were a mere casual affair. Zelda tried her absolute best to pay it no heed at all.
Sure enough, there was Ruto, flapping her over-sized fins in the pure Zora's Fountain. "Ruto!" Link called, waving.
"LINK?!?!?!?!" Ruto squealed, propelling herself out of the water rapidly. As soon as she stepped gracefully out of the water, her pale blue Zora skin sparkled in the radiant light of the sun; water droplets careening down her lanky figure. Now, she was making a mad dash for Link, her rumored, one-sided 'fiance.'
As soon as she reached him, she grappled him in a bone-crushing embrace. "When did you arrive?"
"Not too long ago. A few minutes ago, really..." Link replied. He seemed to forget that painstakingly long distraction of waiting for Ruto's father to, stating it politely, 'scoot his derriere.'
"Well, I've missed you! 'Tis wrong to make a lady like myself wait for her own hubby-wubby..." Ruto cooed, stroking a strand of Link's golden locks.
Did I accidentally cast an invisibility spell upon myself? Zelda could have gagged at the mushy blabber. Well, who could expect more out of Ruto, after all?
At least Link looked rather disgusted, though Ruto didn't seem to notice through that thick, seaweed-filled head of hers. "Aahhh... Well, how have things been here?" Link hesitated, then effortlessly reverted the topic of conversation.
"The normal! Really, just the same thing day after day..." Ruto replied more calmly.
Zelda had now officially just decided to give up on the 'getting noticed' tactic, and merely decided to watch the display of revolting horror being shown to her.
"Yes, the same for myself..." Link could tell that this conversation and interaction could head in the wrong direction. "Hey, Ruto, I was wondering if you could... catch me a nice fish?"
Ruto stared at him oddly for a moment, before smiling broadly and saying, "Of course, just give me a moment!" and she skipped to the shore, diving in quickly. In the meantime, Link motioned to Zelda to grab his shoulders as he pulled out the ocarina; to which she obliged gratefully and with a sly smirk.
-
Peach walked into the empty dining hall with Roy in tow behind her. They decided to arrive slightly early, for whatever reason. All they knew was that it would feel very odd without Link and Zelda there with them.
"What do you think Marth and Samus have been up to today?" Roy asked with curiosity.
"I have no clue, and besides, it's really none of our—" Peach lost her train of thought as Marth walked in with Samus right beside him, her hand in his.
Roy and Peach were rendered speechless, but Peach was cheering for them both inwardly. It's about time they got together! Go, Sammie!!
"Well, what's this?" Roy asked pompously, jokingly in reference to the public display of affection.
"Nosy bastard," Marth muttered. He glanced at Samus before continuing, "she happens to be my girlfriend, thank you..."
"REALLY? What got into you?" Roy chuckled endlessly. Many of the other fighters began to file into the room, taking their seats.
Samus rolled her eyes. "It wasn't completely Marth's idea, so don't bug him, Roy." She punched him lightly.
After the course of a few more minutes, everyone in the mansion had found their way into the dining hall. As they all seated themselves, they were served baked fish (of some sort) and a steamed vegetable medley, with iced tea to drink. Everyone seemed vigorously hungry, so they proceeded to wolf down their meals.
"I'm so glad you two finally got together. I suspected it for awhile," Peach commented, breaking the silence.
"Thank you, Peach. Someone can just make a sensible, positive comment without making anyone's blood boil from rage," Samus responded, glaring at Roy, who downed the last of his tea. He looked at her with an oh-well-screw-it look she despised.
Marth just stayed silent. This whole 'girlfriend' thing was new to him, it would take some major getting used to. It nearly startled him silly when Samus patted his back, ready to leave the dining hall with the mobs of other people. He obliged, leaving Roy and Peach to each other to...
Well, who knows.
-
This time, the Minuet of the Forest had been played. Link and Zelda had transported to the Sacred Forest Meadow; Saria's sweet escape from the rest of the world; few people even knew of its whereabouts, even it's true existence. Link had been here countless times, the melody that was Saria's could always be heard... Somehow, rather mysteriously...
Link slipped the ocarina back into its compartment on his inventory. He found it somewhat refreshing to have Zelda's petite, graceful hands gripping his shoulders.
"Link, that was mean..." Zelda giggled, punching him lightly; despite the fact that she couldn't have been happier to get away from there.
"Hey, we got away didn't we? I'm really sorry Zelda. I thought it would be nice to see Ruto and that she would have forgotten about the whole 'fiancée' thing, but I was wrong. I also found out that she didn't even notice you, and that was rather impolite of her. You're too important to me, Zel," Link smiled, eyes shining with their familiar boyish glow.
Zelda blushed, surely he noticed that. "Link, you're too much sometimes..."
Link kept his radiant smile. The air in the meadow seemed to close in around them, as if tension were building between them. Zelda's eyes widened when Link grasped her hand...
"WHO GOES THERE?!" a deep yet feminine voice boomed.
Before Zelda could whip around, Link had pulled out his crossbow and docked an arrow, aiming toward the figure in the shadows. "We mean no harm, we come from the forest!" Link shouted.
The owner to the feminine voice stepped out of the shadows, bow in hand, ready to shoot. That is, until she realized who was 'from the forest.'
It had actually turned out to be Saria. "Oh, Link, it's only you and... Zelda." Her voice had calmed down, and it no longer sounded so deep and threatening. This made Link wonder if something had been controlling her? There were guards scattered throughout the forest, what could possibly get in here?
"Yeah, we came back to rest in my own home," Link replied, his tone softening greatly.
"Have you had anything to eat, at all?" Saria asked.
"No, we haven't as a matter of fact."
"Would you and Zelda like to join me? I gathered a few fresh fish the other day and I've been waiting for awhile to roast them. Please, allow me to escort you to my home." Saria started walking out of the meadow, which was quickly getting darker as the time passed.
Eventually, they had made it back out to Kokiri Forest, where seemingly all were in their houses, eating dinner or going to sleep. At night, the forest became a different place. The cheerfulness left it, and the life was sucked out of it. All one could hear is the chirping of crickets, the rustling of the Deku, and the scuttling of the small bugs. Some nights, the wind howled like a wolf, reaching a comparable volume level, even. It made the bright forest seem like a dark, mysterious abyss.
Saria ushered the pair into her moderately sized home; one would think no one lived in the place. Everything was spotless, even the ground. Nothing was out of place, as it looked. There was a small dining table in the middle, with a 'kitchen' to the left and a bed with a chair beside that. She also had a large bookcase that towered feet over Link.
As Saria followed them in, she pulled out a large kettle and rustled around in the cabinets for herbs; a quick tea. Then, she rummaged in the cool-box for a mound of fish, separating three large ones. They weren't frozen, but near to it. She proceeded to mix the herbs, a clean scent filling the air. After adding water and pouring it into the kettle, Saria added the kettle to a small stove.
Link turned his attention to Zelda as the fish were set down to cook. He smiled a caring yet masculine smile at her; this very gesture made her blush and feel truly wanted, and helped her know that no matter what, Link wouldn't let anything harm her. She questioned herself severely at concluding all that from a single smile.
Their silent communication was interrupted by Saria asking, "So, how has your trip down here been?"
"It is going very well. We just made a short visit down to the Lake Hylia and the Zora's Domain," Link replied.
Saria nodded, turning her attention to the three sizzling fish and the rapidly heating kettle of tea. In a matter of about five more minutes, the fish had browned completely to the core and the tea had started to whistle within the kettle. Saria poured the tea into a large pitcher and removed three wooden glasses from her cabinet, setting them onto the table Link and Zelda sat at. Then she proceeded to pull out some antique plates and placed one fish on each plate, setting them on the table also.
She finally joined Link and Zelda at the table for dinner. "Please, enjoy," she said generously.
-
"Good night, love..." Roy whispered in Peach's ear, nibbling it.
Peach replied with a mind-numbing kiss to his soft, warm lips. Surprisingly moist they were; it was simply easy to slide her tongue in to caress his inner cheeks lovingly. Such divine pleasure. "Good night, Roy..." Peach smirked and pranced off temptingly.
Roy sighed heavily, a broken, ragged sigh. Rubbing the back of his head absently, he trudged off to his empty room.
In a way, he was grateful for the emptiness. No one would be there to obnoxiously disturb his peaceful sleeping with their SNORING. But, in other ways, he longed to have Link back, someone to talk to and relate to...
Sighing again, Roy slipped out of his tunic and outer layers. As he lay in bed, the covers and soft mattress underneath felt so good he couldn't help but fall asleep instantly.
And dream of a certain... lady in his enlightened life.
-
A long, peaceful two hours had passed since dinner had been set on Saria's table. Even Zelda, along with Link, had greatly enjoyed her company for dinner, plus they stayed for awhile longer. Now, they were en route to Link's home from his Kokiri days. It was built large; it was as if they knew he was truly a Hylian. Maybe they did...
Nevertheless, Link scaled up the ladder and offered a hand down to Zelda, pulling her up effortlessly. She was light as a feather after all.
Link was startled to find another makeshift bed in the room. It was large, fit for a human-sized person, and even had a light layer of bedding on it. He also found that his own bed had the same covers. How nice of the other Kokiri!
Link set down his heavy shield, gauntlets, sword, and inventory. Literally, a huge weight was lifted. He refrained from stripping down to his boxers, what with a female in the room whom he wasn't bonded with.
Despite how much he wanted to be.
"Well, good night, Zel," Link whispered, yawning exasperatedly.
"Good night, Link!" Zelda smiled, climbing into her bed accordingly.
The light of the forest was left solely to the bright moon outside, whose light licked lavishly against any body containing any substance. It created a dashing silhouette out of a mere bush or shrub. I
It was this light that the young pair fell asleep to.
-
"Marth?" Samus asked.
"Yes, Samus?" he replied.
"Can... Would you... May I please stay with you tonight?" Samus blushed upon asking this.
Marth didn't hesitate for a second with his answer, "Of course you can! May I be so bold as to ask why you request my presence?"
"Uh, well, Zelda isn't here, and I'm not used to being alone at night..."
"That's understandable. Sure, just... I'll walk you to your room so you can change, then we'll go up to my room?" Marth suggested.
Samus nodded in obligation. The two had been out at the courtyard for the longest of times talking, and... other, until they decided to head inside and go to sleep with everyone else.
So, they had eventually reached Samus's room, at which Samus slipped inside and grabbed a light blue tank top and a pair of purple pajama pants. She went to the bathroom (just in case) and changed so quickly she would have been awarded a gold medal.
She smoothed out her sleek hair, and proceeded to meet Marth outside.
Upon seeing her, Marth commented, "Nice colors..." He wanted to add a little bit more to that, but... he'd get brutally beaten; she was a bounty hunter after all.
Marth grasped her hand and led her up to his room. He opened the door and let them both in. Now, it was Marth's turn to slip out of his own clothing, remaining in only boxers. Samus seemed unaffected on the outside, but inside was the exact opposite.
I never knew how amazingly sculpted his chest was... NO, NO. Nothing can happen, nothing WILL happen. I'm just... lonely for a night or two. That's all...
Marth knew that his bed was small, but she was his... girlfriend. Now his thoughts were zooming uncontrollably in his mind. Nothing's gonna happen. She's just my girlfriend, for a day so far. Is this too much for so soon?
Despite their thoughts of uneasiness, Marth lay in the bed and Samus lay closely next to him. She was greatly surprised at his comforting warmth; so... uplifting. She lay with her head on his chest, his left hand tracing circles onto her back.
"Good night, Samus..." Marth leaned over and kissed her neck softly.
"Good night, Marth..." Samus breathed, a mere whisper.
She expected utterly, unbelievably pleasant dreams on this night.
A/N: Have you any clue how difficult this was? I am not quite sure about this chapter, I think it could have been better, so PLEASE alert me of dumb mistakes (I'm sure there are some) and I hope my SaMarth shippers like this! WhiteFire56, especially you! The only reason this is finished is because of you!
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