Title: Unwound
Author: Sometimes, A Muse
Date: 11/12/2007
Fandom: Legend of Zelda
Pairing: Link x Sheik
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 318
Summary: Drabble, Link POV. Unwinding the bandages.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, don't have any money to give you if you sue. Original plot elements are mine.
Author's Note: A bit unpolished, but I had to get the thoughts down. Came out differently than originally planned. Definitely failed at the end, but now that it's out I can ignore it, take a break, and then go back and fix it. In my version of the universe, young Link started his quest for the three stones at 10, it took a while, he turned 11. Seven years pass, he comes back at 18, so he's an "adult" for any "adult" situations that develop. Sheik is his own character, separate from Zelda.
Original Post: My LiveJournal archive on 11/12/2007 (link to archive in my profile)

He'd never asked the significance of the wraps. He knew it to be cultural but knew too it was part habit and part comfort. The Sheikah warrior was at ease behind the shadows and cloth, the detached, expressionless demeanor, the solitary air. He knew too that he was the only one the Sheikah trusted enough remove the cloth, remove the barriers.

The first time the wraps had come off, he hadn't been able to watch. He'd buried his head in the other's shoulder, peppering it with warm kisses, trembling at the sound of cloth unwinding. He'd moaned at the touch of the other's bare hand on his skin, without the familiar cloth between them, and delighted at running his hands through the now-free hair. He hadn't been able to meet the other's eyes until they were both too far gone in lovemaking, until the barriers had been razed beyond repair.

They'd kissed through the wraps, of course, mouths fitted against each other, sharing breath through the soft fabric. They'd lay together half-dressed as well, so desperate for each other they didn't pause to remove anything that wasn't in the way of immediate satisfaction. On a whim they'd traded clothes for a day, but he'd stopped the Sheikah at winding the cloth around his fingers, forearms, chest. He'd been kissed soundly for that, red eyes heavy with emotion staring into his. He'd watched the other don the wraps then, the cloth looking out of place when paired with his green tunic. Somehow the meshing of their outfits echoed the meshing of themselves.

But it was now, when Sheik sat on the bed, silent as he unwound the last of the finger wraps, that Link realized the Sheikah was unwinding him as well. And as their lips and bodies met, Link realized that Sheik only hid behind the wraps so he had something to give that no other could receive.