Naked Make-Out

Well, Zelda wanted to improve their relationship, didn't she? And, water metaphors aside, sometimes it was best to dive in head first. As the bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom, she favored the more cautious approach, but that was why she spent seven years in hiding while Link defeated Gandondorf shortly after he woke up.

She swam towards Link as fast as her flailing limbs and burning lungs allowed her to, grabbed him by the shoulder, and spun him around to face her. His eyes widened when he her bare breasts right in front of him, but at the angle they were at, Zelda doubted that he could see much below that he hadn't seen before. Still, she cut off his show by bringing his head close to hers and, for the first time in her life outside her dreams, she kissed him on the lips.

She had never kissed anyone before, not like this, though she suspected that the number of people who have kissed naked while underwater and drowning was a short list. It seemed like this was a new experience for Link as well, who was too stunned to even kiss her back. Normally that would have made her feel more comfortable knowing that she wasn't out of her depth, but she was already at the bottom of a lake so her depth was already unfathomable, and she needed Link to kiss her back like she needed to breath.

So she kissed him harder, sticking her tongue into his mouth, prying his teeth apart. Finally, finally, he kissed her back, and she sucked in his sweet, second-hand air in hungrily. Her blood raced, still low on oxygen and high on adrenaline, and she held his clothed body tightly to her naked one and wrapped her long, slender legs around him so he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to.

Which he didn't. He kissed her as passionately as she kissed him, though for slightly different reasons. Maybe he figured that if she was kissing him so desperately while topless that implied a few unnamed liberties, or maybe he was simply lost in the heat of the moment, but his hands ran across her back and began to explore downwards. Zelda was too distracted by being able to breathe again to notice or care, and when she did, she had no way of stopping him. What was she supposed to do, pull away so he could see her smooth, exposed womanhood instead of touch her butt? Tell him to stop and explain what was really going on whiles he couldn't talk? Or maybe she could just use body language and drown?

So she did nothing but keep kissing him and breathing through him while his hands travelled from the small of her back to her round, soft butt-cheeks. He hesitated for a moment, as though expecting Zelda herself or her bikini bottom to tell him that he had reached the border of what he could touch, and then ventured southward to the sloping hills of her virgin frontier. He kneaded and massaged her buttocks and it was only after his strong, agile fingers brushed past the pit in the valley between her hills, or, put less poetically, her anus, that he connected the pieces and realized what was really going on.

He pulled away and stared at her, his eyes wide in surprise. Still unable to speak, Zelda simply blushed, nodded, and kissed him again.