All I Want Is You - Zeldohna
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Dohna loves watching Zelda dance. The princess is mesmerizing, with her fluid body movements, her eyes shining, and her long hair whipping with each spin; her feet never stumble with the fast movements demanded by Gerudo dances.
Every touch is blinding, every dazzling smile burns through Dohna’s chest, and the captain can’t help but feel enchanted in the face of Zelda’s passion. She can’t control her eyes either, meeting Zelda’s every time they meet in the twisting circle of moving bodies, partners switching faster than Dohna wishes.
She wants to linger around Zelda, to get lost in the company of the one who enraptures her. She craves to trail her fingers over strong arms, and brush the loose hairs near the back of Zelda’s neck from where they fall out of her ponytail. To squeeze the princess’s waist as Zelda steps closer, to feel her warm breath on her neck, and to hold her hand and keep holding even when the dance is over. She burns for Zelda to keep touching her, to keep looking at her with those captivating hazel eyes, with wonder alighting them in a way that is dangerously alluring.
There is the urge to entangle their hands together as lovers do, the desire to feel the thrum of Zelda’s pulse getting faster through her fingertips as they stand so close that Dohna could feel her rapid heartbeat as if they were one. She wants to lean over and whisper mindless words into Zelda’s ears, compliments spilling through so the pink flush on Zelda can grow to the back of her neck and shoulders.
She dreams of Zelda leaning closer as well, lips lingering until one of them musters the courage to close the distance. She imagines how soft those lips would be, imagines if Zelda would taste of sweet hydromelon or if there would be hints of her culture’s spices on her tongue. She pictures the way Zelda might sigh into her mouth, wonders if she will tilt her head, if she brings her hands up to cup Dohna’s face or down to grip her waist to tug them closer and closer until there’s no room to breathe.
Her wish ignites every time Zelda smiles her way, an unidentifiable twinkle in those gorgeous eyes that has Dohna thinking, “What if?”
She yearns for so much it feels like a blaze of desire and impulses that she struggles to keep control of, longing intensifying with every lingering touch before they are forced apart by new dance partners.
