Love Me Until the End ~ A Zelink Fanfiction

~ Chapter 5 ~

ZELDA’S PERSPECTIVE-

It’s almost pitch black by the time we’ve sorted out camp in the middle of a small woodland, set up the campfire and tied our horses up to a tree. I sit on a log, next to the fire, which crackles calmly, embers spitting out now and again. Link comes back from the grassy field next to the woods, holding a large amount of grass, which he places in front of Storm and Epona for them to eat. Slung around his belt is his sheathed Master Sword, and some raw bird drumsticks. He grins as he sees me watching him, giving me a quick wink as he crouches down in front of the fire, holding out the two pieces of meat, spinning them now and again so each side is cooked thoroughly. After a long time of waiting to make sure the meat is cooked through, he joins me on the log, sitting close against me, shoulders touching. I can feel the warmth of his body as it passes on to me. I shiver, finally having something which gives me heat. The fire is only small, so doesn’t do a whole lot to keep me warm in the cold night air. Link feels me shiver, and shifts a little closer to me. He hands me the second bird drumstick, and I take it carefully between my fingers. Briefly, the fire crackles aggressively, and Link gets up to put more firewood on it to keep it burning. He sits back next to me, sitting just as close to me as before, if not closer. He presses his side against mine, and when I shiver from the cold - and maybe some other unknown feeling - he looks at me. “Are you cold?” He asks. I nod and he wraps his arm around me, tenderly bringing me to his chest. I rest my head against the warm surface, him cradling me into him. He rubs my upper arm, trying to emit more heat. I look up at him, and he looks down at me. I giggle, and move my head against his chest again, looking at the worn fabric of his tunic. I feel the gentle hums, and the careful rise and fall of his chest as he breaths. I can’t remember when I fell asleep, but I remember feeling so calm and safe in his arms. Nothing can ever hurt me while I'm with Link. Nothing. 

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My eyes flutter open, bright light seeps through them in streams, blinding me. I bring my arm up to my eyes, shielding the dazzling light, and sit up. My head is on Link’s lap, he’s already awake, and as I stare up at him, he notices me and sits up, cradling my head with his palm. The feeling of his hand on my bare skin - especially my face - makes a strange sensation flood my body, and I shake it off without a thought. I slowly sit up, Link helps me by supporting me, placing his hand on my lower back. Again, the feeling of his hand on me sends shivers down my spine, and I look at him. Link removes his hand from my back, gulping loudly and staring down at the burnt out fire. I look away from his face (as hard as that may be), and put my hand on his thigh to help support my weight so I can sit up. Link cringes, a blush tugging at his cheeks when I touch him. My eyes widen slightly, and I remove my hand from his leg, tucking it into my lap. I kneel on the log at the side of him, staring at his scruffy, loose hair, which is bunched together with a thick blue hair tie. Link turns to look at me, realisation of me staring at him hits me, and I awkwardly look away. My eyes linger on his lips for a short while, but I force my eyes to look across the field next to us. 

Suddenly, I feel a hand on my cheek, rough fingers carefully caressing it. I slowly turn my head - so his hand remains there - trying not to give the wrong idea that I want him to stop. His blue eyes light up when I move my hand up, cupping his hand to my face. He leans his head closer to me, noses nearly touching. I remove my hand from his and wrap it around his neck. With my spare left hand I grab the coarse fabric of his tunic, scrunching it up into bunches in my hand. He pulls me towards him, pressing our bodies closer together. He brushes my cheek with his fingertips, and puts a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Our foreheads touch, and I lean up towards him. Our lips collide, tenderly. He kisses me with such passion, such care, as if I’m a porcelain object, one second away from breaking. I like the way he puts his hand around my neck, the other resting on my hip, pulling me even closer into him. We break apart, his breath escapes slightly into my mouth and my eyelids flutter open. He’s already looking at me, eyes on fire with passion and desire. I know that mine look the same. The way I tilt my head up slowly, asking for more makes him reconnect our lips, more passionately this time. 

Sparks ignite in our bodies, our lips fit perfectly together, in sync with each other. His hands trace the back of my neck, drawing soft patterns on the surface of my skin. His other explores my waist. We break apart after what feels like years.

Smiling, we both gaze at each other, our noses pressed together. “Oh. By the way, I want my hair cutting.” I say, laughing as he tries to reconnect our lips together again. I give him one last short-ish kiss, then put my finger to his lips. He kisses the corner of my mouth, then my forehead, before standing up and pulling me with him. “I’ll have to use my sword. Is that ok?” he asks, our fingers entwined tightly together, the tips of his tracing light circles on the back of my hand. I nod, “Yes.” and he tells me to crouch down on the floor, him standing above me. He carefully raises the sword, and I hold my hair where I want it cutting to. I hear the swoosh of the blade past my ears, and the lightness of my head after the hair has fallen to the floor. I grin, and turn around. I don’t care whether it looks messy. It gives me some other reason to remember this morning even more.

My father won’t be happy - that’s if I ever return to the Castle - but that’s just part of the thrill of new experiences. I know that Link will always stand with me no matter what, in ways I never thought possible until today. Link wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. He laughs in my ear and I laugh too. He kisses my jaw from behind, and I place my hands on his hands which are tightly wrapped around me. He stands up, using his strength to pull me up too. He swings me around, I push my legs out and laugh, letting out a quiet squeal. He places me back on the floor and I turn to face him. I trace my hand along his cheek, and press my lips against his. He wraps his arm around me and his other meets my hand, locking our fingers together, never wanting to let go. 

I love him.  

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