((Hey from Liz-chan! I've rethought my pairing preferences since I finished Twilight Princess (YEAH I FINSHED IT!!! WHOOOO!!!) and have decided I love LinkxZelda much more that LinkxIlia. I mean no offense to Ilia but she's kinda boring and if Link and her were together they'd never get anywhere. (Example: Holding hands…the two think, "Ooh so dirty!"). Anyway besides, Link and Zelda kick so much ass together it's great! I like a strong female character rather than a damsel-in-distress. And in Twilight Princess, Zelda's not a D.I.D. Here's my first LinkxZelda fanfic that takes place after Twilight Princess. Beware…minor spoilers but if you haven't finished it you can probably still read. Enjoy the fluff!))
The party going on inside was great…but apparently not the young man standing on the porch of the Kakariko Inn. He was leaning against the railing staring off toward the spring, his hands folded serenely.
He turned when he felt a slender, warm hand on his shoulder. Link turned, finding himself face-to-face with the Princess of Hyrule, Zelda.
She smiled. "Why are you out here all alone? The party inside is for you, you know."
He laughed, leaning against the railing again. "Not just for me…I couldn't have done this by myself." His face turned solemn, thinking about her.
"I know you miss Midna," Zelda said, comfortingly. "She did what she had to. And who knows? Maybe she'll find a way back. She probably wouldn't want to miss another opportunity to tease you."
Link laughed again. He couldn't explain it, but the princess just made him feel so at ease. They had spent a lot of time together when Link stayed at the castle for a week after defeating Ganondorf. She visited him everyday while his wounds healed, and he found he could talk to her about anything. They got along great…almost like they'd known each other before.
Zelda had asked if she could accompany him to Kakariko when he went to escort the children and Ilia back to Ordona. Link had been a little shocked but he allowed her to come. She even insisted on riding horseback behind him instead of in a carriage.
She's definitely not the princess I thought she was, Link had thought. Even though her behavior was less-than-princess-like, he still thought she was graceful as a princess should be.
At Kakariko, they found the whole gang from Telma's bar had prepared a surprise party to celebrate their triumph. The party was great, catered by Telma, of course. And if Link hadn't known better, he would've thought the princess was dropping suggestive hints to him all night. At dinner, his eyes met her slightly sultry gaze over her glass. And he felt something brush his leg, only to look up and see the princess looking just as innocent as ever. "What?" she would say, only to have it happen not five minutes later.
He would've brushed it off and not thought about it if Telma hadn't suggested that he dance with the princess when the music started up. His face heated up as Zelda giggled and led him to the dance floor.
That song was the longest four minutes of his life. He felt strange, almost like he was floating with her. She was an excellent dancer, leading him instead of the opposite (though no one noticed). He was so close to her…closer than he'd ever been. He could smell her hair…her skin…she was so warm.
The song ended, and Link abruptly pulled away, leaving the party. He needed to breathe and think. And the more he breathed and thought, the more he realized…
He loved her.
His mind was brought back from his thoughts by Zelda's voice. "--leave the party?"
"What? I'm sorry." He bowed his head apologetically. "What did you say, princess?"
Zelda put her hand on his chin and lifted his head. "Don't do that…and call me 'Zelda', remember?"
"Right…um, Zelda. What did you say?"
"I asked why you left the party after we danced. You seemed…flustered."
His face heated up again. "Um…well…it was…kinda warm…in there…and I…."
She patted his arm. "It's okay."
Link nodded, but he knew it wasn't. She thinks I don't like her…or something. What am I saying? It's just Zelda…talk to her! His heart was hammering in his chest. Could he tell her how he really felt?
"Um, prin—Zelda," he said, slowly.
She turned to him, her blue eyes meeting his. "What is it?"
She was so close again…the scent of her hair blew towards him from the gentle breeze. All he had to do was lean forward….
He bent closer, his eyes closing. If I don't do this now…I never will. "Link…," she whispered.
He brushed his lips against hers gently, keeping his hands on the rail. I don't want her to think I'm too forward. They held the kiss for few moments before Link pulled away blushing.
"I'm sorry…," he mumbled. His hands gripped the rail until his knuckles turned white. "I just…I'm sorry."
Zelda brushed her fingertips over her lips, her eyes wide with shock. Link couldn't look at her, he was just so embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Link, don't be." He looked up when she said that, shocked. She put her hands on his face and kissed him, tenderly but more sure than before.
He gasped, daring to move his hands from the rail. He gently wound them around her slender waist, pulling her closer to him. She pulled away, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Zelda…I love you," he said softly against her hair.
He felt her smile against his neck. "I love you, too, Link." She looked up at him, practically beaming. He smiled, too.
He leaned down to kiss her again, starting to find how addictive her lips were, but she put her finger in between them. "Let's go somewhere else," she murmured. "A private place."
((Oooh, Zelda…nevermind. I wanted this to be a one-shot, but the first part was too long and I'm kinda OCD about my stories and I don't like to write super long one-shots. I know it's all fluffy right now…it's going to get humorous . NO, there is not going to be a lemon…a lot of descriptive making out…but no lemon, you'll see why next chapter!!))