…In the midst of her internal battles that never waned, Princess Zelda took this time to

…In the midst of her internal battles that never waned, Princess Zelda took this time to curse the Goddesses in her mind; fully aware of the blasphemous thoughts that stained her lips and her heart but it wasn’t for their deafness to her plight this time – it was for making Link so damned beautiful. They could have easily made him unattractive or far older than her – giving her little to look at to keep her thoughts purely on her focus to harnessing Hylia’s power…yet they gave her Link. Link in all his taut musculature and tanned skin, golden brown hair, and enchanting eyes that outmatched the blue hues in the water and sky all around her. As a Princess, she had seen dozens of attractive men, Princes and Nobels from all foreign nations vying for her father’s attention and her hand, yet none compared to her Faithful Knight. Physical perfection, symmetrical features and long black lashes that fanned perfectly over his strong cheek bones. Feeling her heart pound excessively in the hallowed of her chest, she turned her face away from him as he sat nearby. Shirtless, the wet blue tunic she sewn for him folded on an outcropping of rocks nearby to dry in the heat of the sun. Zelda’s green orbs languidly traced the muscled curves in his strong shoulders, back and chest as he stretched like a lazy feline in the blinding light of the sun; it’s rays catching on the golden highlights in his hair and the tantalizing line of his sharp hipbone that disappeared into the trousers that rode a bit too far down on his hips. It was like he was doing it on purpose!Damn him.“We should be safe here for now,” Link seemingly ignored her internal torment with his steady voice, “I dispatched all enemy camps nearby so this location is as secure as can be; I’ll be sure you’ll be left alone.” His eyes suddenly met hers and she whipped her head away from him; cheeks on fire for as much as she hated him, she knew him far better than the rituals she performed since she was a child. Could recall exactly the lines she traced with her hands and mouth over his body. It was forbidden in how she knew him – knew if anyone found out, Link could possibly be killed for the treasonous act – yet another form of her seemingly unending selfishness. For she fully believed he didn’t want her as much as she wanted him, it was another act of his loyalty to the crown and his own selflessness.“Good.” was her lackluster reply regardless of her thoughts. Not speaking further as she finished unbraiding her hair and letting the sunny blond tendrils fall down her back; silently adjusting her white dress if only to give her something to do as she waited for the sun to fall farther from the sky and she could begin her long night of prayers. Zelda gave into temptation so many times before; even if she didn’t know exactly how a man truly knows a woman yet – still maintaining the last part of her virtue if to only appease her own twisted sense of dignity. Yet as Link sat shirtless nearby to polish his sword and prepare for the long night ahead of both of them – Zelda found herself not caring anymore. Silently, she approached Link and instantly, he glanced up at her upon sensing her movement.“Something wrong, Zelda?” he asked, her name at ease on his tongue. An ease he should be speaking without her title in front of it but in his voice, it was right. Zelda glanced at him and she had to fight back a smile at seeing his cheeks take on a reddish glow at her wandering eyes. Those pools of blue she could easily lose herself in forever widening in curiosity as she walked toward him til she stood mere inches away. Before Link could stand to his feet, Zelda sat down in his lap. Link, by either instinct to make sure she wouldn’t fall or if he simply wanted to, she didn’t care – his hands gently grasped her waist. The intense warmth of his calloused hands seeping through her thin white dress had her breath catching in her throat. While Link was her height, fairly short for a Hylian man, it was still wonderful to be looking down at him that wasn’t him kneeling waiting for her blessing. His face as beautiful as ever; his bangs sweeping across his forehead in the most wonderful way. Never has their been or ever would be a man as attractive as him – and right now, he was hers – so instead of cursing the Goddesses for this trial, she embraced the blessing Link was.Steeling herself for what she was about to do, Zelda lifted her hands; pressing one palm to his sternum where she was pleased to note that his heart was indeed beating as fast as her own while the other wrapped tenderly across his thickly muscled shoulder to rest upon his sun warmed back. Zelda may very well hate herself when she stepped in that cool water to start her prayers later; simultaneously asking the Goddesses for help while cursing them for making herself the way she was – for wanting Link the way she did, for being completely inept at harnessing her birth-given right…yet, right now…she didn’t care.With that final thought, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. -- source link
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