Title: Favour
Genres: Romance/Humour
Rating: T (contains sexual themes)
Couple: Link/Midna

Link was no longer blushing.

An exhausted, yet smug smile crept over his lips and he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
The room was hot and a little stuffy, causing a couple beads of sweat to appear over his forehead. Link's entire body tingled, and he couldn't stop shaking. Bliss continued to massage him, mind and soul, and never had the male felt so at peace.

He could still feel her hands working at his tunic, ripping the fabric apart, marking herself on his hard flesh. The way their limbs fumbled together, breaths heavier, lips swollen and abused. Frantic. Clinging to the other, desperate to proceed, trembling by the sheer pleasure of just touching. Neither had begun, and yet he moaned into her mouth, rough hands feeling what he could but always, always being attacked by her again before he could do anything.

Breathe, breathe...

The woman would never surrender to him, even if his hands made her feel loose and amazing.

No, he could never forget how he finally had her under him, wrists pinned to the floor. It was a battle for dominance, and Link somehow won against a woman he always perceived as the strongest.

When she growled, he grinned.

Nothing had changed.

Opening his eyes, Link looked at her, the smile still attached to his face.
In the little light she was gorgeous and he felt like a wreck next to her. However just thinking how she begged for more, dared him to go harder, faster–– believing he didn't have it in him.

She was angry at him.

And, damn, she was a dark angel. Beautiful. Utterly flawless.

Gentleness was only offered to those who deserved it.
Link wasn't that man yet. As far as he was concerned, no one ever had been.

Moving against him, she still fought, aggressive, violent, but passionate. Tugging at his hair, accidentally allowing his sweet name to slip between her lips he now owned.

Their gaze locked, and they were complete opposites.

White and dark. An unmatched pair.

The chain was finally broken.

Link felt flattered, and would do anything to touch her soft flesh again, inhale her wonderful scent.
Her expression couldn't be clearer though. His turn was granted. She just wasn't expecting her plans to go... overboard.

They were kissing again, still fondling, and unsatisfied.

Sweat glistened over his forehead and she finally grinned crookedly, her dark eyes slanting in a menacing manner. It sent a rush through him.

Link turned his head to the wall, watching their shadows rock together, and although he was indeed the King, she possessed him easily. Clenching his fist, the male dropped his head and released a moan, her hands at his hair again, sliding down his neck to his broad back. Embracing him, but not lovingly. Love was surely an emotion which made them whole together, yet she refused to give into such a weak emotion.

Soon, the woman covered herself with the sheets but he happily sat there naked, still in awe.

She hid her shock well.

Then he realised she was blushing deeply, and it was his turn to grin.

'You certainly returned the "favour", Midna.'

author's note: Don't ask. Personally, I prefer this ship when she's in imp form. I'm not sure why. Anyhoo, even when Midna's in her true form, I always thought she would still possess the same impish behaviour. She's kinda evil.
I guess she hasn't returned to her world yet.
Awkward, no?
Thanks for reading!