Who was this man? Princess Zelda closed her eyes while tangling her right hand into his golden hair. He was a seasoned warrior. A soldier. She hadn't thought of him that way, though; she hadn't thought of him as she would a strange man encountered on the street. Why would she? He wasn't a stranger. He was her knight, her hero, her gallant and modest Link. She knew him well. So, why did she feel as if the man so invitingly trailing his lips over her neck was someone she had never met? The princess knew the answer to her own question almost immediately: she hadn't. She had never been exposed to this man - the impulsive, insecure man that pent up his feelings and desires. He bit her neck and she jumped lightly, withdrawn from her reverie. His warm breath fell in short, open-mouthed pants on her jawline. Willing him to continue, she leaned her head back slowly, resting it against his forearm and letting out a far from steady breath.

Immediately, before his teeth ever grazed her skin, Link knew he had done something he shouldn't have. He trembled at the thought of what his punishment could be... or was he shivering because of her? He didn't know. He felt her hands run through his hair and grip it gently, felt her lean her head back to give him room. He didn't even care - not now. He only prayed that her door had remained locked from yesterday evening when she'd taken him into her chambers. He carefully lowered her to her bed, situating her body so that she rested more comfortably, shifting her head so that it was on her pillow. Her cheeks were stained a dark shade of pink. Link sighed and ran a distressed hand through the fringe of his hair. Should he continue? Most definitely not, he thought lamely - he could be in copious amounts of trouble even now, and he'd only run his teeth over her neck. He stared down at her coverlet in fervent thought, debating with himself. He was gently retrieved from his thoughts when Zelda's hand raised to the collar of his shirt, threading the fabric between her fingers and pulling twice, softly. His gaze flicked to her face, only to find that she was pleading to him silently with her eyes - for him to stop? For him to resume? He frowned. Leaning forward, he retrieved her hand and took it in his own.
"What is it," He whispered gently, soothingly into her ear, which had inherited the flush from her face. "What ails you...?" She whimpered quietly and placed her other arm around his neck, pulling him in and pressing her lips to his.

She trembled, and for reasons unknown to Link, it only urged him on harder. It lasted until they were panting, having exhausted their breath; and when they regained it, they began again. It reached the point where it seemed both of them ran a fever - Link was slightly dizzy, his judgement clouded by her hot breath landing sensuously against his neck. Finally, the kneeling position he was leaning forward from became too uncomfortable; his back was beginning to ache from the poor posture. Distributing his weight so that he would not bear down upon her too heavily, he perched over her. For a moment, he became entranced by her eyes - darker than the shade they usually were because of her desire, they bore into his, still pleading helplessly for something he was afraid to give... Link clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, growling internally. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How dare you lead her into something you cannot possibly hope to finish! Despite himself, he couldn't resist leaning back down and harshly latching his mouth to the base of her neck, where her shoulder began. He reveled in her reactions - her little whimpers, her shivers, the shudders that would rack through her body as if she were dying of cold. It was all too much, yet it couldn't be farther from enough.

Their clothes had found their way to the floor after what could have been an hour or so; by now, they were tangled under the princess's silken coverlet, which was beginning to become damp from the thin sheet of perspiration that had formed over them. Nothing was secret anymore, Zelda thought hazily as she felt his slightly calloused hands rush over her. Fervently, he trailed kisses almost everywhere, and she reciprocated them as best she could. The feeling of his closeness, his bare back smooth under her hands, his cheek pressed against her neck as he took her - no, as she gave - she was hypersensitive to it all. And it wasn't something done out of a thoughtless, animal instinct; they both wanted it, this she knew. It happened very quickly, yes, but it happened just the same - they ventured into territory that only those who are the very closest may venture into. But isn't that what they were? They both meant so very much to the other; Zelda knew deep within her heart that she would die for him, just as Link would for her.

Long before the white pallor of moonlight descended into Princess Zelda's chambers, she and Link had finished. After they had dressed and talked softly amongst themselves for a short time, they had nestled back down into the pillows and sheets of her four-poster bed, soon after falling into an exhausted sleep. Every so often, Link would be shocked awake; Zelda would sleepily ask him "whatever is the matter?" and he would describe some new nightmare to her. Telling him not to be afraid and that it was over for now, she'd press close to him again and he would doze back to sleep, coaxed out of his fear by her warmth.

'For now...' he thought drowsily, settling his arms around his princess once more. 'For now.'

I don't think I'll make this into a story; I don't want to become lazy and have it unfinished, so it'll stay as it is now.
Please review, and thank you for reading!