Midna needs help getting dressed

Link started to turn around.

"Don't!" she cried out just in time. Darkness this was not her day. Things were supposed to get better after she regained her true form, but her form was a bit too true right now. "Some of Zant's curse is still in place, so I can't …" She bit her lip and **** the words out. "I can't get dressed. Whenever I try, I go numb and I can't … I can't do anything!"

Link nodded slowly, facing the other way. "Can I help?"

Midna gasped at his audacity. Was he offering to dress her like a child? No, he was just asking a question. He didn't understand much about magic and curses (and women, Midna had learned), but when he saw a problem, he looked for a solution and moved on.

Though actually, Midna did need someone to dress her. She hated the situation, but she didn't have much choice. "Alright, but two things first. One, what happens in the Sacred Grove stays in the Sacred Grove. Two, and this is important, keep your eyes closed."

He nodded and turned around, keeping his eyes closed as instructed. He knelt down in front of her … and groped around blindly trying to get a feel of where she was.

He found her knee first and followed it up her thigh, but what he thought was the outside of her thigh leading innocently to her hip turned out to be the inside of her thigh leading to her—

Midna let out a gasp and Link muttered an apology.

He started over, moving to her hip and staying so far away from her front that he grabbed her in what was solidly in the butt region. He realized what he was touching and doubled back so far that when his hand moved up past her slender waist, he brushed against the side of her breast.

If he had come any closer, he would have felt Midna's left nipple and would have known just how aroused she was. Unlike Link, Midna had her eyes open the whole time and was fixated on the tent in his pants, and she knew darn well how aroused Link was.

Just make love to him! said a voice in her head. You both want it!

She silenced that voice, and grit her teeth to keep herself from crying out from Link's unrequested (but not wholly unappreciated) touches. His hand finally stopped at the base of her neck, tickling her slightly, when he grabbed his tunic off the grass and began to dress her.