Let me tell you. Link focused so hard on not looking suspicious that he barely paid attention to where he was going until he was standing between the two guards posted by her office and knocking at the door. Usually, she called him in, but today she opened the door, glanced at him, and turned to the two guards. Wait at the end of the hall. I am not to be disturbed.
Later in the day, she would have to get ready in a fancy gown. So her hair was down, and she had on a long dressing gown of deep blue with thick gold brocade around the cuffs and the hem. It crossed over her chest low enough to show a hint of the thin gray dress she wore underneath.
It all looked like silk. She lifted her eyebrows at him, and he stepped inside, locking the door behind him, and going straight to pull the curtains closed. Was that good enough? Were there gaps? No, it seemed good enough. He turned to find her hesitating by her desk, one hand lingering on it as if it gave her strength. But there was a line between her eyebrows that was not usually there. Stepping forward, he took her hand and pressed another kiss to it, before placing it on the back of his neck and sliding his hands to her waist.
She always seemed like such a large presence, but when he was actually touching her, when he could feel the thin fabric of her clothes, she seemed smaller. More human. He let his forehead rest against hers, and one of her hands crept to his shoulder.
It was easy to kiss her. Easy to guide her close against his chest. Easy to let a wave of fuzzy contentment settle over him. Her fingers trailed up the back of his neck to thread through the short hair on the base of his skull. And he let his hands roam down to the swell of her hips, up to her shoulders, her dressing gown skating under his hands. He mapped the slopes over her back and the valleys of her sides against the palms of his hands, and when he went to map her breast a low note rolled in the back of her throat.
