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Air. It's funny; everyone needs air, even an aquatic race like the Zora. I need air, but I'm not getting any right now. Because my mouth is currently on someone else's. That kind of makes it hard to breathe; and that someone else is whispering my name, so he isn't breathing much either.

I'd trade air for this any day. It's much more fun; you should try it. Link twines his arms around my neck loosely, standing on his tip-toes, and I grin. It's so cute.

"You're short," I mumble, and to silence me he kisses me harder.

"Shush." He replies in a whisper. "You're ruining it."

"Only for you," He's pressed up against the wall now, blushing hard. I run my hand through his hair, pulling it out of the hair tie and holding it firmly. My brain is stuck in the moment, silencing any other thoughts that might come.

Before I can think at all, my free hand slides down his side to his waist, and I leave a trail of kisses down his jawline and his neck, ending at the collar of his shirt. I wish I could continue further.

He makes a sound, and I laugh into the kiss whilst he's clearly mortified. "You really like this," I say quietly, and he stares at the ground, a blushing mess.

"I do." He murmurs almost inaudibly, looking back up at me.

"Good." I reply, resuming contact. "'Cause I do too." He snickers quietly, dainty shoulders shaking.

Again, without much thinking, the hand around his waist snakes upward under his loose shirt slowly, and he gasps quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

My other hand follows suit, and poof, shirt gone. A small recess of my mind is telling me to calm down, but the rest is saying otherwise. I like the latter idea. My hands travel to his belt and I start to undo it, not even fumbling despite not really looking. It slips off easily and clatters on the ground.

A loud knock at the door startles us, and I sigh heavily before separating myself from the embrace. Link blinks repeatedly before quickly fixing himself, replacing shirt and belt.

It really is a shame his pants stayed on.

I open the door and there stands Princess Zelda, smiling warmly at me. "Someone told me that Link would be here?"

Link appears as his name is called, face kinda red and hair still messy but fully dressed. "Hey."

They walk away side by side, and Link waves back at me and signs discreetly "to be continued?"

I snicker and shut the door.

The second we're out of the Domain, Zelda starts laughing. "You're a mess."

"I'm always a mess." I say, keeping my poker face. She cannot know what I was just doing.

"Yeah, but more than usual." I tie my hair up in its normal style and nod at her statement. "What were you doing?"

Shit. "Chilling out?" I'm so glad the Sheikah slate has no tone, or else no more dignity for me. I attempt to keep my blush away, but I can feel it creeping up my face.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you were getting frisky with the Prince," Zelda stage-whispers the last part, snickering. "It's written all over your face. Compose yourself, would you?"

I cover my face in my hands. "Ugh. I hate you, Zelda." She punches my arm playfully.

"I was wondering what you were doing here all the time, and now I know. You're having fun." She laughs again, much to my embarrassment.

"Wha—Zelda, that was the first time, okay?"

"AHA! So you do admit it." I mime shooting myself and she snickers again. "Fine, fine. Anyway, guess what?"

"You found yourself a husband?"

"That's you, silly." She holds my hand, but in a friendly and respectful way. "I appointed myself a new knight! I want to introduce you. He's really nice and actually, y'know, speaks to me."

For a nineteen-year old, she's pretty immature sometimes. Zelda leads me by the arm over the great Zora bridge, and around the path. I have absolutely no idea where we are when she stops walking.

"For the last time, don't bow when you see me." Zelda says, tone nonchalant. "Jonathan, this is Link."

I make a random guess where he is and extend my hand. He shakes it. "Er, what's wrong with him?" A low voice asks, much more masculine than mine ever was. I smile sarcastically and wave my hand in front of my eyes repeatedly.

"I'm blind, genius,"

"You're telling me that the Chosen Hero is blind?!"

"I wasn't always blind." I roll my eyes in what I hope is his direction. Meanwhile, Zelda is laughing her ass off beside me. "Yeah, Zelda, you picked a real winner."

I sit in my chair, thinking about yesterday. Emotion overpowered logic and I realize, yeah, it's good that we got interrupted before it went too far.

It's best to get married first. I ponder the thought. It seems so foreign, so far away, but the second I thought it I knew that's what I want. Such a simple thing — just two rings. But it seems so much more difficult and complicated than that.

I rest my chin in one hand, staring into blank space. I can't get the idea out of my head anymore and I regret even thinking of it. It's impossible, and even if he did agree, wouldn't people notice the rings? We'd have to do rings, since Zora marriage customs are too overt. It's not like many Zora would comprehend what rings meant, but my people aren't stupid. They'd figure it out.

Of course, all that doesn't matter... does it? I groan. There are so many things that could go wrong but... we'd be married. MARRIED.

It's worth all of the risks.

"where were you?" Link signs nonchalantly, not looking up from his hands.

"Nowhere important." I say, hiding the small box behind my back before I remember that he can't see it anyway. Just to play, I wave it around in the air, silently glad. I suck at lying, especially of something of this magnitude. I open a drawer and place the box in the very back, shutting it quietly.

I hear a sharp inhale and turn around. Link is still staring at his hand, and thankfully I see no knife in sight. I walk over. His right hand had bandages covering the palm and it take it in my own. "What's this?"

"I was playing the knife game, and I got a little carried away. I'm sorry."

"The knife game?" I've never heard of anything so stupid before in my life. He looks at me as if to ask for permission, and I tap his arm in reply. Link removes the bandage from his hand and walks over to the desk, sitting, and takes out his beautiful knife. He spreads his right hand out on the table, raising the knife and hitting the table between his fingers repeatedly. It was startling how quickly he could do it, and he continued for a good moment before he nicked his wrist.

"The knife game." He signs, looking satisfied, and replaced the bandage on his hand.

"That's not a fun game." I say, sighing. Honestly though, I wonder how many times he had to play it to get that good.

I sit on the bed staring at my hand. The knife game isn't fun. Sidon flipped his shit when he saw my bloodied hand, making me glad I didn't tell him about last week.

I came home from my time with Zelda and coughed up blood into the sink for an hour. I was so tired and relieved when it was all over that I just went to sleep with all my clothes on. He said he was worried when he came home and found me out on the bed but I insisted that I was fine.

Of course, I know why I was bleeding — I was whispering obscenities in his ear, and how neither of us fully realized that I was talking really shows the power of kink. I snicker. That was fun, and I imagine what it would've been like had we not been interrupted.

I wince, halting the imagination. Actually, I'm not going there.