Twilight Princes: Link/Ilia
Warnings: PG-13 - sexual references
Theme: flavors - vanilla
He tells her she smells like vanilla in the mornings; when everything is taking breath anew, she is sweet and simple and pure as snow. But he prefers her in the evening, when she is as sharp and hot as cinnamon, and he loves her best beneath him, his teeth against her neck and her nails on his back. She is quick to bring out the beast in him, and she can feel it creeping underneath his skin, closest to her heart when his hands are on her skin.
There is something living inside his - and she knows it, can feel it in the roughness of a kiss, the sweet agony of a thrust - and he guards it like royal treasure, behind closed doors and locked inside his soul along with all the love he keeps from her. She would like to make him tremble, make him quiver in her arms like a river interrupted, to hold him once and feel him flushed against her, the pulse of his heart in cadence with his own.
And sometimes she feels like a thief in queen's chambers, scouring to sell of the parts that make a whole, but she is tired of loving half a man, and while Ilia fears the animal under his skin -
She fears more the man she's never known.