Warriors wakes up in the middle of the night all hot and bothered, hand clutched against his chest as he tries to steady his breathing. He had a dream--a dream that felt too real to be called imaginary, too real to be deemed a trick his mind tends to play on him so often. No, it was more of a sign, if anything.
He looked to his right, blue eyes landing upon your sleeping form. He can't help but stare in awe...
Something else he doesn't know what to do about.
The dream was already bad enough. Scratch that, it was better than bad. It was amazing, but that amazement and relief came with a consequence--a heat pooling between his legs that he knew would bother him til he dealt with it. He'd never been this conflicted before and he was the damn Captain of the Hyrulean Army.
For once in his life he felt defeated, a sigh leaving him as he caved and shook you gently. It didn't take long before you woke up, rubbing at your eyes before meeting his gaze. He whispered something akin to an apology, kissing your forehead as he mumbled something else your drowsiness didn't fully comprehend. You wonder why he woke you up, but as time goes on his kisses grow firmer and more.. needy.
The moment tongue is involved you're putting your hands on his shoulders and stopping him. He's giving you a pleading stare and doesn't hesitate to move down along your body. Before you can even process what he's doing he already has his fingers hooked along the waistline of your pants.
Down.. until they rest at your ankles.
Again with the pleading gaze--he's kissing just above your crotch where panties hide away the goods he's after. "I had a dream," he whispers, low and sultry while his hands caress your thighs, "Do you mind?"
You sit and stare, quietly wondering if now was the right time for something like that.
You two should go back to bed..
He's removing that last layer of clothes and doesn't hesitate to spread your legs.
He has a meeting with Zelda in the morning.
His tongue is working a magic no red potion nor fairy could ever hope to achieve. He's staring up at you, love deep within his gaze as he enjoys his meal, mouth pushing deeper to emphasize. He's drinking up every gasp and noise you try to cover up, not minding the mess that came as a result of his actions.
Oh well, more for his tongue to taste and savor--a Captain would never let a moment like this go to waste.
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