Pillow Talk

A/N: I was asked to make more Link/Ivy, So I did. Enjoy!

The Silence was deafening. The moans had abated nearly an hour ago, and the sounds of evening out our breathing had ended moments after. I didn't need to turn my head to see if she was awake. I knew that if I looked, she would just be laying there, staring at the ceiling.

I didn't dare to break the Silence. I knew why she wasn't saying anything. I wasn't a fool.

'Dammit', I thought, 'I really messed this one up.'

We had been such good friends, too.

Some time passed. To be completely honest, I did not know how much. It could have been minutes, or it could have been several hours.

"I cannot believe this."

She had finally spoken. I turned to her, only to find the older woman sitting up and staring down at her hands.

"I swore celibacy. I told myself that I didn't need men to feel complete. I lived without any sort of contact with anyone at all for the past three years. And then you showed up."

She fixed me with the most dreadful glare I've ever seen, much less been the target of.

"If I bear a child with the cursed blood, you will pay. I will kill you. I will not let my child have to-" She cut off with a sob and flung her arms around me.

I didn't know what to do. She had never shown any real emotion before.

"Uh... It'll be okay. You might not even get pregnant."

She simply sighed. "You don't get it. I swore to this. I managed for years to resist every urge, counter every advance, and stop more than a few who tried to take what they wanted. Then you come along, and I hop in bed with you."

"What will the neighbors think?" I said, before I could stop myself.

She actually laughed. "You're a curse, you harlot. How dare you spoil my good name?"

The good mood was not to last. She sighed again.

"You know, this is a serious issue. What if I do give birth? My- Our child would have the Cursed Blood. They would have to endure the hardships I have, the pain, the sorrow, the urge to seize the sword for yourself, the monsters, and worse, that come after you because they can sense it."

"It'll be alright."

She looked up, an eyebrow raised. "Oh really? And just how did you reach that conclusion?"

I pulled her to me, and kissed her. I took care to be as gentle as possible, to make her feel the love in it, to wrap my arms around her and make her feel safe.

She sighed again. "You really are a problem, you know."

"I am?" I smirked at her.

She simply stared for a moment. Then I was tackled to the bed, and learned what so many years of restraint does to a woman.

A/N:I liked this one. It might have been stupid at some points, and too heavy handed at others, but I liked it. Might continue this later, if enough of you ask.