Somewhere I Belong

Chapter Six
“Drowning.”
~*~
I let Sheik lead the way back to the village. The climb back up the cliff and been painfully slow for me, luckily, he had climbed below me, giving me a shoulder to lean on when I needed it. That aside I had a sudden need for a nap. I yawned. Sheik turned to give me an appraising look.
“Tired?” He asked.
“Some...” I sighed as we passed Luka at sentry.
“SHEIK!” Yeah. The guy had some serious enthusiasm going.
I expected him to run in little tight circles around Sheiks ankles yipping his name. I was wrong of course, but not by much.

~*~
Sheik spent the rest of the day being swamped by curious Sheikah. So much so that I eventually retired to the guest tent that we had been provided, leaving him to deal with the hysteria. I just did not have the heart for it. Setting my cloak and sword just inside the door, I found Epona’s collar hung on a peg and her blanket folded neatly on the floor. I was fighting off jealousy because I felt like I was losing precious time with him. On the other hand, they were his people and had missed him, wondered about him at least. In a time when so many Sheikah did not ever return home, how could I begrudge him this. I was told that the Sheikah were cold, and perhaps to outsiders they were. But this gregariousness seemed normal. Perhaps being curious was a prerequisite for being a Sheikah. I curled up in Epona’s blanket. It smelled of sunshine, fresh grass and soap. It was nice, and soft. Before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

~*~
“Wake, Link. It is time for supper and you never miss a meal. You become forsakenly morose if you do not eat. Wake!”
I grumbled rebelliously and rolled over, pulling my tunic over my head to increase the darkness, the torches were lit in the fading light and Sheik had the tent flap lifted to let it in. For once, sleep was more of a siren song than food.
“Link, are you ill? I said FOOD.” He enunciated carefully, making sure that his accent was highly understandable.
“M’hungrybutidontwanttermove”
“Link, they are expecting you.”
“M’‘eyare?”
“Yes.” He stated crossly as he yanked my tunic back down.
“Oww its bright.” I protested, rolling away from the burning the torch light sent searing across my retinas.
Sheik sighed suddenly, and then dropped the flap, and drowning out the noise, the light, and the cool air of the desert night.
“I am sorry, I should have been more conscientious, the poison is still effecting you.”
“S’why everything is so bright?” I grumbled.
“Yes...wait here, I will return shortly.”
“M’kay”
There was a rustle, and then something was draped across me, warm and heavy.
“They gave me a new cloak, but you may have it for now. You have more need of it.”
I grumbled a reply and then let sleep overtake me. Funny, but before I drifted off I noticed that while the cloak was brand new, it already smelled like Sheik.

~*~
It was as if it were only a moment, but Sheik was back. I heard him enter the tent, but I ached too much to move, my body feeling feverish. He gently helped me upright, and I was too tired to really complain much. He handed me a small glass vial.
“Drink this. It is from healer Garon. It will help you rid your body of the last vestiges of the poison.”
“‘Isshard to talk.” I slurred softly. How could I feel so bad now when I had felt better to begin with?
“I am sorry, I should have been more attentive, this tends to happen with this type of poisoning. It has a secondary malaise that can last for weeks if not treated.”
He had to help me pull the cork out of the vial. Sure I made a few sounds of frustration, but I hate being helpless. My hands were shaking enough that he had to help me tilt it to my lips. I had to fight the urge to gag. Whatever it was, I had eaten dirt that tasted better. I would not make a face. I WILL not. The determination to not flinch must have showed on my face because it made Sheik smirk. As soon as I could swallow again without trying to regurgitate I allowed myself a small amount of sarcasm.
“Ha ha...that was funny, WASNT it.” I would have laid my ears back if I could have. Instead, they were just drooping, which they had an annoying habit of doing when I felt sick. Sheik smirked again. I should have known better, you can’t go up against the almighty-Sheikah-of- doom without all of your faculties, and still, one should always be prepared to loose even then.
“What now?” I asked tiredly as I waited for whatever I had just ingested to kick in.
“Rest for a moment, I will return shortly.”
He propped me up against the tent pole, and then tucked his cloak tighter around me, his eyes softening for a moment as they met mine.

~*~
He returned with two large bowls of stew in each hand, and a loaf of bread tucked under his arm. He set all three out on the blanket in front of me, and then dodged back out of the tent just as quickly. A moment later he returned with some candles and a candelabra to set them on.
In no time he had the candles lit, and they filled the tent with a warm glow. He smiled at me watching him, and I quickly averted my gaze, blushing. I couldn’t help it. I really couldn’t. He took my cloak from where I had dropped it by the side of the door, and draped it next to my blanket, then sat calmly.
“Better?” He asked, his accented voice calming and reassuring.
“Much.” I said with a grateful smile that was one of the few that actually reached my eyes
It made Sheik’s lips twitch up at the corner in a ghostly little smile of satisfaction. He took great pride in comforting and protecting those around him, and it showed in moments like this.
“Are you feeling any stronger?”
I sat up can carefully tilted my head, analyzing with perceptions alone.
“Some yes.”
“Can you hold this?” He asked, gently as he leaned over to hand me the bowl.
“I don’t know?” I asked as I reached to take it from him. He held tightly, lowering it into my hand slowly. After very little weight at all, my hand shook too much to hold it.
“No!” I said, as I nearly dropped it and forced him to dive to catch it. “I guess not...Damn.” I muttered.
He gave me a look then, one that said ‘I understand’ more than any words ever could. It made me blush. /Dammit. I will not cry I will not cry I am not humiliated in front of him... I am not humili.../
“Huh?” I gasped aloud as Sheik sat behind me, cutting off my train of thought. Strong arms were around me, and he was patiently tangling his legs with mine. He held the bowl up for me, propping one elbow up on his knee patiently.
“Better?” He asked softly. I reached for the spoon, this I could handle.
“Yes, thank you.” Well hell. If that didn’t sound sulky and humiliated I would eat my hat.
“Do not be embarrassed... this kind of weakness is to be expected. Consider yourself lucky to be alive. There is no shame in this.”
“At least I can use a spoon?”
“Very true, I could have to spoon feed you.”
That did it, blush went up to lobster red again.
“Did you know the tips of your ears turn red as well when you blush?”
If I could have hit him, I would have.

~*~

I waved goodbye carefully over my shoulder. I was holding extra tightly teik eik for good measure, becoming familiar again with the sway of Epona’s gait. Already the city was fading away...how much magic protected it I wondered, helped it blend in. In a moment it was gone. I was lucky the coyote helped my find this place or I would have wandered in the desert until I died. Remind me to strangle Impa.
The Sheikah had been so kind and welcoming to me, claiming me as one of them. I had guarded the royal family loyally, they said. I had a Sheikah knife in my belt to prove it. Their strange wisdom seemed to make all the difference, and today, while still weak, I felt much better than I had. I didn’t mind riding behind Sheik, but at moments like this I was reminded that I was quite a bit bigger. I couldn’t help but compare that my shoulders were wider, I was slightly taller, and my legs were significantly longer. He seems so delicate compared to me, yet I know from experience that he is amazingly powerful and fast. I rested my cheek against the top of his shoulder. Already feeling weary. The sun was fading on the horizon, and darkness was nipping swiftly at its heels. A breeze picked up and stifled a shiver by snuggling closer, holding him tighter and with both arms now. My shoulder was aching terribly from the cold night air wafting in, there was a chilly stillness that seemed to settle into everything. I heard Sheik sigh.
“You miss them already. Don’t you?”
“I am fine.” Was the frosty reply. He was staring straight ahead stoically.
“Sheik, who do you think you are kidding?” I asked him gently.
He sighed, and finally acquiesced.
“Yes, I do.”
“Do you want to go back?... We can go back if you want to.”
“You promised the Princess that we would visit.”
“Yes, I did, but I never told her we would stay. Perhaps...I could visit Saria, it isn’t very far, and then we can come back...to stay.”
“That is kind of you Link, but it will be longer than that before I am allowed to return.”
I didn’t like the sound of that.
“Are you banished?” I asked, suddenly having a sinking feeling in my stomach.
“A Sheikah may only return to their village once in their life after they have left the first time. They generally come back to stay and have families. Or, like Luka, return for healing and then have to stay.”
I felt sick. It wasn’t fair.
“So, when you leave to go into service for the royal family, that is the last you see of your family and friends until you are ready to marry, or grow old and need to retire?”
Sheik nodded.
“So Impa and Luka...they...will never see each other again?”
“Perhaps, Impa has yet to return. She could leave her post, but she would have to be replaced by some youngster from the village, and none of them are ready yet. Impa could not force someone so young to leave their family. So she had to send Luka alone when he was badly injured, and could not be healed by Hylian medicine.”
“She is so...very brave.” I whispered, just imagining the heartbreak, knowing all too well how horrible it was to be alone, and away from the person you love.
“Why would your people do something like that?! It is so pointless and cruel!”
“Not pointless...” He countered. “Safe.”
“Eh?”
“We need to limit traffic, and who knows how to get to our cities. Secrecy, especially in these times, is essential for the safety and survival of our people.”
“It’s still sad!” I stubbornly insisted.
“Yes...well...enough about all that now, I have the one thing in my life that matters to me. My parents are dead Link, and I have no brothers or sisters. I will follow you wherever you go. I enjoy Hyrule very much. I would like to walk near the Kokiri forest again. I find I miss it.”
“Sheik” I whispered sadly, hugging him more tightly to me for a moment, and felt him lean back slightly in return, accepting the bit of comfort that I gave him.
“Are you ready to gallop?” He asked, his voice sounding a little rough around the edges. I knew he was crying. But I was not going to press the issue.
“Yes.” I said, holding tighter and pressing us as tightly together as I could, and steeled myself for the inevitable pain of galloping with injuries. It would be all right once we got going, but the start was always a real gut kick.

~*~
The morning sun was rising when I woke, and I could see the canyon entrance. We had slowed to a gliding trot that still covered ground, but gave Epona enough time to get air. When had that happened? Oh well. It didn’t matter. I yawned, and then cursed myself, as the motion somehow seemed to be attached to ever ache and pain I had.
“Good day Link, sleep well?” Sheik asked, turning his head slightly, his trademark wraps back on.
“I slept?”
“Clinging like a Re-dead.”
“Wow, I have a new skill.”
“As it would seem.”
“Are we resting here?”
“Not until we cross the river.”
“Won’t Epona die of exhaustion? The weight of two people and to have run all that distance on sand?”
“Look, then tell me what you think?”
I leaned around him, clinging to his waist. Epona turned her head to meet my gaze. She looked bright eyed and barely winded. There was NO sweat under her collar.
“Sheeeeeiiikkk?” I asked in a rather alarmed fashion.
I could see him smirk under his wraps.
“I had our Shaman place a spell on her, for endurance. It will only last as far as the river though...”
“Sheik, you have to stop freaking me out, this is hard on my heart.”
“Get over it. Do you know how many times you frightened me to death when you were new to adventuring? ... ‘Sheik I just touched ‘this’ and my hand is swollen now,’ ‘Sheik, can I touch it with my tongue?’ I nearly had a massive coronary and I had only known you a week!” or how about ‘don’t worry I killed it?’ as it revives and TRIES TO EAT YOU?!”
“Those were freak incidences. I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Do not forget to add the word ‘isolated’ to your description, that would complete the lie.”
“Well I wanted to know!” I murmured miserably.
“And you found out, no doubt there...but if I ever have to pry porcupine quills out of your bum again, I am going to do the world a favor and kill you myself.”
“Well, it IS a nice bum, I don’t now why you are complaining.”
“That is BESIDE the point.”
“Why Sheik, are you blushing?”
“NO. END OF DISCUSSION NOW.”
“Geeze. Touchy touchy.”

~*~
“Raspberriheikheik.”
“You can eat them?”
“They’re good, if you can beat Epona to them...”
Sheik tentatively picked one, lowering his wraps with a finger and opened his mouth.
“Wait! Always check for bugs first!”
“Protein.” Sheik stated.
“Uh, but not quite and...”
“Urk!”
Sheik spit out the raspberry faster than a cow taking a bite of a barbed wire fence.
“The little black ones are stink bugs, they really aren’t good for eating...”
“Why did you not tell me sooner!?”
“I did! You just didn’t listen...here, try this one without the bugs.”
Sheik looked like he wanted to drag his tongue across his arm wraps.
“Rinse your mouth out with water and then try one, sans bug.”
“I am not certain I want to do that again...”
“Trust me, its good.”
“If you say so...”

~*~

We set up camp at my old campsite just outside the forest.
Sheik set to banking the fire.
“Is there anything left in the ration bag?” He asked.
“Yes, and some raspberries too.”
Sheik got that funny crazed look in his eyes. Great. I am going to loose a hand if I don’t hand them over fast enough. I don’t know if it is cute, or alarming that someone as powerful as Sheik had developed a Herculean craving for raspberries.
He was laying out his cloak in the grass, making a place for us to sit.
I had just turned Epona loose to graze and set down my cloak and sword. I set a small pouch full of raspberries I had gathered to the side of his cloak, and I flopped down next to him.
“I love riding, Sheik, don’t get me wrong, but I am glad to be off of Epona.”
“With your injury, I can imagine.”
I sighed, in relaxation as a few minutes of peace passed between us. It was a nice night, and the fireflies were just as I remembered them. It was still warm, but the river was steaming softly with the hint of night to come. The breeze stirred my hair away from my face, and It made me turn to look at the waning moon beginning to rise. Still it was so close I wondered if I could touch it if I tried. Just like Sheik. I wanted to, and he was so very close as well. I turned to look at him, the setting sun was highlighting his high cheekbones and making his eyes look like molten gold. I could see every cut and curve of him backlit, and for a moment, I forgot I could breathe.
“May I have some of those berries?” He asked innocently.
Was he so unaware? Or was he just ignoring it. Did I dare risk it?
His voice was so deep, and something was going on in that moment then. Similar to one of those feelings like something very important, or very violent is about to happen, a moment of lingering tension and something I could almost taste on the back of my tongue. It was thicker, hotter than the night air. His request, I was somehow certain, had very little do with berries, that was, if I was reading him correctly.
I could not turn down his request, not when he wanted something, but I did not trust my voice. I simply nodded, then gently leaned my shoulder into him, letting my fingers drag softly up his arm, then my hand was pausing over his wraps, my eyes asking a question I did not even know I could ask. What was I doing? Was I thinking? I wasn’t. And the pressure at the base of my spine said that was ok.
“The stars...are already so bright tonight.” Sheik whispered as I moved to sit across his thighs. I smiled, knowing exactly what he meant.
“They are.” My voice came out, almost a purr. I didn’t know my voice could BE that deep, but something was strangling me slowly, and I didn’t care if I succumbed. His hand’s were gently ghosting over my hips as I unwound his wraps, careful and reverent. Every inch of skin, as it became exposed, I kissed worshipfully. And he let me, hands encouraging softly at my hips, face upturned as I had seen him do at the waterfall, as if he were soaking me in like sunshine.
“I am drowning.” Sheik whispered as he opened his eyes, letting our gazes meet.
“You aren’t alone.” I breathed before a moment later, our lips met. This time I was leading, and it was simple, as if I had always known every contour of his mouth, his lips, his tongue, I was merely reacquainting myself. He tasted wonderful, wild and sweet like the raspberries he had been eating all day long.
“I want.” I whispered against his mouth, as I pulled away. “I want...”
He pulled me back tenderly into another kiss, his hands suddenly at the ties of my shirt.
“I want...you…” He breathed.
My hands were busy then, carefully loosening the wraps that supported his arm guards, my fingers surer than I thought they could be. The guards fell away, and I tossed them aside. The sun had set, the stars and our fire the only light. I let Sheik guide my tunic up over my head, and then my undershirt. Both pieces of fabric making a wisp of sound before they disappeared off to wherever his arm guard’s had. That was beyond the fire, beyond him, and I did not want to think about that.
I never knew that moonlight and firelight could be so becoming on someone, and I wanted to taste his mouth again even as I pulled his stole up and off. My hand reached on its own accord into the bag beside us, and came up with a tender berPlacPlacing it between my lips, I bent again to capture his mouth, this time the berry between us. Raspberries Sheik wants, raspberries Sheik gets. He shivered and yielded to me again, this time hungrily accepting my gift. I licked his lips free of any traces of juice as he chewed carefully. Moments later he seemed to be having trouble swallowing, or maybe it was the fact that I had just crushed a cool raspberry centimeters above his throat and the juice was trickling down his neck. I couldn’t just leave it, could I? I tenderly suckled at his throat, letting my lips trail softly to the edge of his bodysuit, stopping the renegade juice just before it met fabric, and then letting my tongue sweep tenderly across the shadowed collarbones and under the tight fabric, exploring carefully.
Sheik moaned softly when I pulled away.
“You, are so beautiful...Nayru truly graced you...” Sheik breathed, his eyes full of hope, lust and nervousness, but above all, love. It glittered in the depths of those rubies. An unbendable, unbreakable devotion that encompassed heart and soul.
His hands were at my shoulders, tracing, memorizing, sometimes just fingertips, at other his palm cupping a rib or a muscle. I could barely breathe, but I let him touch me through eyes slit in pleasure. I never knew it could feel so good to be touched by someone, never knew that it would be so intense. I was hard to the point of pain, yet I didn’t care. My body would be patient, my soul has longed for this longer that I have been alive in any times combined.
He suddenly sat back, as though coming out of a trance.
“Touch me, I want to feel you.” He whispered reverently.
My fingers were gently tugging at the zipper that bound the back of his suit, pulling it fully down to where it ended at the base of his spine, dragging my fingertips the full length of that strip of skin, and making him shiver. I laid him down softly on his back, peeling the suit from his arm’s and shoulders as I went. He let me lay him back, everything about his posture was yielding, this was Sheik, he would tell me to stop if he didn’t want this, wouldn’t he? I had to be sure.
I tugged the suit down until bare stomach showed, freeing his arms. I studierefurefully, every inch of that tanned skin. I traced tenderly every scar I found, some of them deep, some of them as intricate as frost on glass. All evidence of his devotion and strength.
“Sheik, do you want this?” I whispered as I placed a hot kiss across his stomach.
“Yesss...” He hissed as my next kiss, just under his last rib took his breath away. What was I supposed to say, that I didn’t know what I was doing? Well, that was certainly true, but I was noticeably not dead, and Kokiri gossip about everything disreputable like no other people I had ever met. I had learned a thing or two, untried and in passing mind you, but if I did something wrong, I was somehow sure Sheik would set me right.
“Link.” He gasped.
“Yes?”
“Please? Sometime before I am old?”
I guess some of us are more impatient than others by nature.
I could feel his hardness under my stomach as I leaned forward to kiss him, and by dint of using my free hand, knee, and my foot, I stripped him the rest of the way; his shin guards peeled right off with the bodysuit. That as well went to join the pile of clothes on the other side of the fire. I took a moment to just gaze, he was perfect, his legs strong and well muscled, and a nest of blonde curls surrounding his weeping need. I kicked my boots off, and then peeled off my leggings, careful not to snag my hardness.
He propped himself up on his elbows, watching me carefully, searching my face for something, then his gaze was roving my body, a spark of anxiety crossing his countenance.
“Sheik, we don’t have to.”
I watched him shake his head and snort.
“Not that.” He said.
“Do I...” He whispered, his eyes as uncertain as I had ever seen them.
“Sheik?”
He cleared his throat and tried again.
“Do I...please you?”
I nearly face faulted.
“Sheik, of course you please me!” I gasped. “Why wouldn’t you?”
He shook his head sadly.
I surged up over his body, making him gasp as I tangled our legs, and forcing both of our erections to brush. Chest to chest with him, I could feel his heart pounding, and his breathing coming in uncertain gasps.
“My scars...” He whispered as he looked away.
“Sheik, you are perfect!”
Never in my life had I ever guessed that big bad Sheik would be self-conscious. We had swam together, I had seen him naked before, it was not even an issue. He should have been able to deduct that sort of thing, but here he was, naked in body and soul, asking me if he was good enough and now trembling.
“Oh Sheik...you do not even know...” I breathed, my lips just as suddenly tasting his again, this time kissing hard, kissing feverishly, claiming him as mine.
“I love you, you are mine, you are perfect, and no one else may ever have you as long as I live.” I growled, kissing harder. I felt him yield and whimper, tangling his arms around my chest in a bone-crushing embrace.
“Then take me.” He panted, pressing his hardness against mine. “In the bottom of the ration bag.” He gasped cryptically.
Oh. We need something for that...of course. I dragged the bag over by the strap, searching with my free hand and still refusing to let go of him.
I clasped a vial of something.
“It’s oil.” Sheik stated gently as I pulled the cap off. It smelled fresh and green, like the finest of bath herbs.
“It’s nice.” I whispered as I rolled off onto my side, exposing the full expanse of Sheik’s prone form. I placed a drop of oil directly onto the head of his penis, and was rewarded with a strangled gasp. When my fingertips spread the oil over the head, it nestled into my hand. It made me smile mischievously and stroke it root to tip in one strong motion.
“Link!” He groaned. “Take me. Quit stalling.”
“I. Am. Not. Stalling.” My hand moving counterpoint to my words.
In moments his head was thrashing restlessly against his cloak, hands grasping the fabric in a futile attempt to cling to something, to anything.
When I released him, he slumped back to the cloak, a fine film of sweat forming across his smooth chest and the tops of his shoulders.
Cautiously I slickened oil over my shaft, heedful not to bring myself before I was ready. I also oiled my first two fingers well, making sure they were dripping before I bent to place a soft kiss to his stomach.
I let my dampened fingers slide down his sack, and then carefully search that crease for the bud of his opening. Finding it, I looked up, again, asking for permission with my eyes. I got it by way of a nod.
Carefully I applied pressure. Finding his body unyielding, I circled my fingertips, tenderly asking admittance. He was nervous. Every inch of him spelled uncertain, and he had a fearful death grip on his cloak.
“Sheik, you know I love you, right?”
He nodded, looking slightly confused and bordering on wary. Nerves can make you suspicious of everything.
“I will do my best to not hurt you, I want this to be good for you.” I whispered.
There was a moment of easing relief in those eyes.
“I am no expert, but I know you have to relax if you want to do this.”
Sheik nodded then, lying back loosely, forcing his hands to relax away from the fabric. I shushed him softly as I tried again, and this time, his body yielded under my fingers. He was so hot inside, and it made me groan just at the thought of being where my fingers were. I oiled him gently, moving my fingers until he did not feel so tight around me.
“Do it!” He whispered, his eyes closed in concentration.
I nodded then, lifting his legs to my shoulders for better access.
He blinked at me in startlement.
“Relax.” I soothed, hoping to goddess I didn’t hurt him.
With one hand, I guided myself to his entrance, with the other, I reached up to stroke a nipple tenderly. He closed his eyes, shivering with nerves and shuddering with anticipation.
I flexed my hips carefully, putting just enough pressure at the tight muscle of his opening to help it yield, but not enough to hurt. Just as suddenly, I slipped inside.
Sheik hissed and arched his back, and I was forced to slide my hands under his hips to support him so that I did not push further than he was prepared for.
He was making a funny noise low in his throat as I gently pushed deeper, the heat was intoxicating, the welcoming grip of his body pulling me steadily in. I was nearly in when he finally whimpered, making me pause. As much as I wanted to push that last inch, Sheik was in pain, and I would stop right now if it was more than he wanted.
“Sheik?”
“DO IT” He gritted.
“Are you sure of that?”
“LINK!!” His voice promised me eternal hell if I chickened out on him now.
“Ok” I whispered calmingly “Ok.”
I pushed the last inch home with a rocking thrust that made me grit my teeth to keep from coming, and made Sheik yelp in outright pain, small tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he pushed himself up to his elbows.
I could lean forward, even with his legs on my shoulders, and I pulled him to the hollow of my shoulder. He snuggled tightly, panting for a moment. I wasn’t that in control of my breathing either, but my arousal had dimmed a little so that I could move without coming before I wanted to.
“I’m sorry.” I apologized into the soft bangs on his forehead, my breath stirring the silky and sweaty blonde tresses.
“Link.” He sobbed my name. There was something so raw, so giving, and so taken in his eyes that it made my stomach ache. He was crying freely, a mystified look on his face.
“Move.” He pleaded.
“Sheik, I’m hurting you, I am so sorry!”
He shook his head softly against my shoulder.
“Not pain, can handle it, does not hurt that much, just...never been so...close with someone before.”
“It frightens you.” I asked, giving myself brownie points for still being able to think.
“Yes, no, I do not care! Shut up and move!” He gritted
I smirked thoughtfully, pulling out slowly, and then thrusting back in sharply. Sheik went taut in my arms, his back arching, pushing me deeper almost reflexively. A look of astonishment had replaced the look of fear and pain on his face, tears still clinging to his eyelashes, he stared unabashedly back at me. I leaned forward, capturing his perfect raspberry flavored lips in mine, repeating the motion and groaning.
“Sheik, so hot.” I groaned, thrusting harder, trying to hit that spot for him that made him whimper and claw at my back and shoulders.
We soon fell into a harsh rhythm, he easily met every thrust, his back arching like a taut bowstring, trying to push me deeper. Occasionally he would whisper my name when the pleasure seemed to override any of his other senses. When I reached down between our bodies and began to pump his need in time to my thrusts, he dissolved into the Sheikah language. I had no idea what he was saying, but it sounded like praises. I wish I knew.
But my vision was getting hazy around the edges, my hearing fading as well, until nothing else mattered, until there was only Sheik’s powerful hand’s finding crushing purchase in my shoulder blades, His hot body, surrounding me, holding me tight, making me complete. I was home, sheathed inside him. The moonlight was spilling full across his face now, highlighting masculine but delicate features, making the sweat rolling down his brow silver, and his tears into drops of crystal. Long blond lashes, now dark with shadow fluttered against high cheekbones. Suddenly, time stopped. I felt his body tighten around me, pulling me even deeper into his welcoming heat. He cried out wordlessly, his mouth open, his head arched back against his cloak, warmth pouring out over my hand even as my own completion ripped a choked whimper from me. I spilled out inside of him, rocking still with the need to wring every bit of pleasure and completion from my release. My head was tilted back against my shoulder, my breathing coming back to normal very slowly. My hearing returned even slower. I could hear an owl hoot, far off. Epona was nearby, cropping quietly at some grass. The fire crackled. When my vision returned, I was staring at the stars.
“The stars...are quite...bright tonight.” I panted just before I let his legs down off my shoulders and collapsed on top of him..

~*~
He rolled us onto our sides so that we could twine closer together. The motion made me slip from his body and whimper in regret and hypersensitivity. He sighed, his eyes sleepy with a sated and content haze, thought he might have winced a little when I pulled out.
“Sheik?” I whispered, gently brushing the tangled hair back off my brow. “Are you well?”
The Sheikah simply smiled at me and curled closer, reaching for my cloak on his right. With a snap of his wrist, he pulled it out from under my sword without ever really moving the blade.
“Nice trick.” I said, smiling gently down at him where he lay curled on his side.
“Sleep. We will talk in the morning.” He said, covering our sweat drenched bodies with the heavy sandstone colored fabric.
“You sure something won’t eat us in our sleep?”
“Since when are you that cautious?”
I nodded, a small smile on my lips as I snuggled closer into the security of his arms. He was my everything, my place I belonged. And at last. I was content. I watched fireflies dance in the summer night, long after he was fast asleep, his face looked so much younger, unworried, when he slept. And for once, I could agree with him. Now was a time for rest, and love, and healing. Some old scars could not heal until both of us could face each other like this, open, unafraid and honest. If time was a river, we had both finally drowned. Perhaps it was best like this, never knowing what time might bring, and unable to change it, accept it as it was meant to be.
~*~
Owari.


EDITED ON 4-17-04 FOR CAT DAMAGE...lol. I posted this a few weeks ago...and it was all set to go...little did i know that my cat had done a keyboard dance that are random bits of my story, and half of a chapter in one place....ert...this is the story, un FUBAR'ed ^_^

A/N: Well, Hope you liked, this was quite a life sucking bitch in lenght, 43 something odd pages, give or take. Well, I am out of here **poofs** Remind me that if I ever get a Zelda plot bunny again it should be squished before maturation. They seem to get quite large. ~~;
- WG