Candlelight | A Breath of the Wild / Tears of the Kingdom ZeLink Modern AU

Chapter 37 : Soulmates

The shy sun rays of the morning sun woke me up this morning.

I can't believe it was real.

But it happened. This fairytale happened. This incredible date happened, and the perfect man next to me was real.

He was still asleep, breathing regularly, and the daylight was making his golden hair glow like a halo around his perfect face. He was perfectly relaxed, and I saw how his eyes were moving under his eyelids, letting me know that he was still dreaming and in a deep sleep.

I softly brushed his hair and a smile crossed his face, making me giggle too. Then, still fast asleep, he caught my hand and put it on his chest. On his bare chest, to be precise.

His skin was reflecting the sun rays, and the shape of his muscles was accentuated by an interplay of light and darkness. His scars were perfectly healed now and only looked like fine lines, in a lighter shade than his skin. And of course, the one from his diaphragm to his belly button was bigger than any other.

But, as he said, his scars were proof that, despite everything that happened to him, he was alive, that he was strong, and he considered them as a good reminder that he'd been lucky. He'd been lucky because he could see the sun and moon every day, because he could live his life like nothing happened to him, and because he used to say that he fell in love with me twice in his life.

But, at this exact moment, I couldn't help but admire him. How his face was perfect, how his body looked like a marble statue and how incredibly courageous, kind and attentive he was.

You're heaven sent.

I had a look at my car too.

Of course the windows were still covered to give us privacy, and the fairy lights such as the fake candles were turned off, but it didn't make it less romantic for sure. Especially after the night we spent.

The memories of his hot breath on my skin, his soft touch on my body, his caresses from my jaws to my thighs, taking their time when they were on my chest, and his kisses that were getting more raw and instinctive as the seconds passed, came back in my mind.

My heart started pounding in my chest, but it was far less than how it was a few hours ago, when all of him was driving me crazy, when my tongue was dancing with his, when my hands were pleasing him, just like his, before our bodies were dancing together, following the rhythm of our moans and heavy breaths. The sensation of his muscles moving under my fingertips was still crystal clear, such as how his hands were moving on me, how his hips were pleasing me, making me scratch his back from his scapulas to his lumbar while he couldn't help but kiss my neck and bite my lips.

How the flame in his eyes was dancing with his ocean. How his heavy breath turned into some groans, groans that were tangled with his hoarse voice when he was telling me how much he loved me. How everything in him made me lose my mind, curl my toes and arch my back. Until my moans turned into screams, screams that no one else than us could hear. Screams that joined the moon and stars.

And of course, I blushed a lot.

I bit my lips and felt butterflies when I remembered in which state of mind we were together. How we were letting our blaze consume us, how we couldn't do anything other than think about each other, than do our best to make sure we would reach Nirvana together, and how we led each other to the seventh heaven until we went there together. How he was beautiful under the moonlight, with the stars circling him and the pure moonlight bathing us.