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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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I've needed this.

It was the winning thought as Nabooru hoisted her hair up in some halfhearted attempt to keep it in some kind of remote order. It was too long to leave down and the hot springs were no ordinary bath. But there was too much hair to pile it upon her head. In the end, keeping her hair neat and orderly wasn't possible, but she was able to keep it out of her face.

Melting into the water seemed like a good idea, though. The last time she'd been in a hot spring, things hadn't gone according to plan. So far, the present was a significant improvement, in her opinion. She could keep an eye on the students and enjoy herself. Who was she kidding really, though? Nabooru wasn't keeping an eye on anyone.

But someone else was keeping an eye on Nabooru.

Of course Byrne had always had his eye on her in a proverbial sense, but ever since their encounter during the blackout, things had been different between them. He was more afraid of her now in many ways, but in other ways he felt more at ease. She should have rejected him, hated him for what he had done, but she didn't. And that was both a blessing and a curse. But then... he was more relieved. Hyrule hadn't been destroyed, at least according to Zelda. But Anjean...

Maybe he should have avoided the hot springs and her in them. After what happened last time, even if it was over a year ago, the memory still stung quite a bit. And it reminded him of his feelings for her, the feelings he wanted to ignore but couldn't. The feelings she had for him that she shouldn't have.

But that didn't stop Byrne's impulse. The hot springs were luxurious indeed, and he wanted to relax in them. And perhaps he wanted to make better memories in the hot springs.

So there he was with a towel around his waist, his hair in his usual high ponytail. But otherwise his gauntlet was gone, that scarf that shrouded his face was gone - he was more exposed than he would have preferred any of the students to see him, but... There was no other way to enjoy the hot springs, was there?

"Perhaps we can enjoy these hot springs this time," he muttered, loud enough for Nabooru to hear to warn her of his presence, before he unwrapped his towel and stepped into the springs as carefully as possible, turning his back to her.

For as well as Nabooru knew Byrne, especially after their last genuine outing together - well, as out as power failures were going to allow - she still wouldn't have said she knew him well. What she did know was that he was likely thinking. As much as she was, if not more so. Probably more. But then it was unfair to gauge such levels. Each had their own things to consider and work through. And while both knew the other was available if needed, each had their own stubborn fool pride.

Byrne's voice caught her immediate attention and she found herself straightening up. Her head turned to look him over, at least from what she could see and she gave a very real, very genuine smile. As if she felt like a part of her had been complete. They hadn't exactly done anything, but emotionally, she felt like he had begun to fill a hole that she didn't even know existed. It was a nice feeling to have. A glorious one, really. She just didn't want to say as much.

When he remained somewhat away from her, she moved carefully through the water until she could snake her arms around him from behind. "They do feel nice. I'm pleased you decided to join me." And 'pleased' was an understatement. From a purely affectionate standpoint, Nabooru did believe he'd managed to complete her minutely.

Byrne himself wasn't exactly sure what their relationship was. If it was a "relationship" of sorts. (He wasn't sure if he wanted such a thing anyway.) But when he saw that smile on her face, he felt good. She looked beautiful already, but that smile really made her absolutely radiant. And maybe it was just Byrne's imagination, but Nabooru looked more beautiful lately, ever since what happened during the power outage.

But he settled into the hot water easily enough, practically melting into his seat, letting the water relax his muscles.

"I figured it was appropriate," he agreed. He focused his gaze on her, admiring what was visible of her figure (though sadly, he couldn't see too much - most of it was obscured by the steamy water.)

But then his eyes drifted slightly to the side, away from her. "I think... we deserve a second chance at enjoying the hot springs." He wouldn't exactly admit whose fault that encounter was, but... that was behind him. He didn't want to think about it, or what that whole conversation had been about.

It didn't take much for her to scoot up beside him, but she was careful not to invade too much of his privacy. If he wanted it invaded, she knew well enough he'd make the motion to do so himself. Byrne was no particularly shy man and she liked that about him. If he really wanted something, he'd go for it. Perhaps he had a little cowardice in him, but she liked believing she held enough importance to him that she was a variable in his life he wouldn't start running from. At least, not anymore.

Because she felt closer to him after the blackout and she believed earnestly that he felt closer to her in return.

As she listened to him, she nodded. A hand lifted and she toyed with a few askew strands of red that had somehow escaped the consistent loops she'd pulled back. It never failed. There was too much hair to keep out of the water. She was just going to have to accept it. "I'd agree with this. Both of us work too much, get paid too little, and deserve a little vacation from things." Nabooru smiled over to him, baring her teeth momentarily. "Besides, it's nice for us to spend a little time like this together."

Partially he didn't want to invade Nabooru's privacy because they were both naked in the water, a barrier that had only been crossed the last time they were in the hot springs together; and it had resulted in a less than pleasant time.

Turning his gaze back toward her as she toyed with a few strands of red hair, he watched the delicate manner in which her slender fingers moved her stray waves, almost enamored with it. But what she said was right; they should spend time together, make up for what happened last time. And even if he wasn't exactly sure how he felt about Nabooru, he did know that he at least cared about her and desired to spend this time with her. Of course, in the back of his mind, he hoped that this encounter could lead to something very intimate, but... even if it didn't, he was content.

So he moved slightly closer to her, sliding himself along the side of the spring until he was pretty much next to her. As she brushed away those strands of hair, Byrne reached a wet hand up and helped to brush away those strands, tucking them behind one of her bejeweled ears. "I agree."

Minutely, she housed a flutter. It was the kind of nervous one that started out very small. Usually, Nabooru could dismiss it and put it aside, but when it came to Byrne, it seemed to be the kind of thing that stayed with her. She blamed it on their history. He knew things about her that no one else did. He knew things she didn't dare utter to anyone else. Not because she didn't trust them, but mostly that after Byrne's initial reaction, she couldn't endure seeing anyone else displeased with her. At least, not with regards to her Sagedom, and she knew she hadn't been 'forgiven' for it yet.

She saw his hand before it truly registered to her what he was doing. And if she had been more pale, perhaps that blush would have been more obvious. All the same, it was a subtle companion, one she wanted to promptly punt out of the hot springs because that kind of reaction with Byrne was not endearing. It was frustrating and agitating. Annoying and ridiculously stupid. She wasn't a little girl anymore and she didn't like feeling like one with him.

But maybe they both felt the same way in those regards. Nerves, maybe.

Her head turned enough to look over to him and just slightly tipped a little. As though unsure of what to do with her hands, she continued to fiddle with some of the hair that curled over her collarbone without rhyme or reason. "Are you enjoying it so far? Your time away from the academy, I mean. You're not teaching the kids, after all. Get to do whatever you want without having any responsibility. It's got to be nice."

Nerves indeed. Byrne was usually more confident with women, but with Nabooru it was always different. He remembered their first meeting, how her initial presence had flustered him for some reason. Captivated by her beauty and flirtatious attitude, he had been at a loss for words. Or something. All he really remembered was that he wanted to get out of that dance class that was for some reason taught by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He nodded at her question, for she was right. "It is nice to relax like this. To not worry about keeping to a schedule."

In some ways there were like a pair of schoolchildren, awkward with nervousness. And even as his fingers toyed with a thick red lock of hair, he wondered if what he was doing was okay. Because when he saw those radiant golden eyes through the steam, he wasn't sure what to think. Memories of their last encounter in the hot springs popped up, and he remembered why he had been so angry with her for so long. He had tried not to think about it, but sometimes it couldn't be helped. Ganon maybe have been gone from the school, bu she was still destined to give up her life because of what he had done. But... Nabooru had forgiven Byrne for his own past, and perhaps she could see the good within Ganondorf. Something that Byrne certainly couldn't do.

It was complicated. He still failed to see the logic behind her actions - both her forgiveness of Byrne and her willingness to die for a lost cause, but perhaps he was starting to understand. So it was a small smile that ghosted his lips as he faced her. Maybe it was easier just not to think. That's what he had said to her that night in the blackout.

With the hand still on her locks of hair, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.

Keeping a schedule.

Just what kind of life did Byrne lead when she wasn't around annoying him? Except it seemed like in the more recent days, she wasn't doing that so much. She couldn't say what it was, but when she spent time with him, she felt an odd type of calm about her. When they had first met, she'd had an irresistible urge to do absolutely everything she could to annoy him. And it hadn't been hard to do. In fact, just opening her mouth seemed to piss him off, and the angrier he got, the more she enjoyed it.

Then there came the day she returned from the oceans of sand, aware of her 'destiny.' A heavily weighted word. Reality certainly seemed a little less forgiving with her return. All the more so when Byrne had found a door Nabooru had not opened. Not for lack of want, but more of a yearning to distinguish herself in every which way from the rest of her kin. She was no mere Gerudo woman. She was not like every other one. She was unique and one of a kind.

Byrne had not liked her destiny, had not seen the point to her going along and 'surrendering' to it. Yes. He'd probably seen it as her 'surrendering' to a power greater than hers. He couldn't have done it. She knew that. In those respects, she saw herself - and truly believed it - as stronger.

It was really too easy to lose herself in the past. To drown in those thoughts that she often held underneath a blanket of confidence and arrogance. Yet he just as conveniently yanked her from them when she realised he was toying with her hair. Nabooru eyed him, wordless, but a little amused that he found something intriguing in order to play upon her in such a way. He was not an affectionate man. Not unless it was really for his benefit. But he respected her, and she knew that well enough. And appreciated it.

And as if he played the part of the male spider with the female, she could only define his motions as 'cautious.' A delightfully nerve-racking kind of cautious. For she couldn't remember the last time she'd been kissed and genuinely felt her chest tighten. So that was the weight of love, was it? The kind of pressure that sat on her very heart and made her every reciprocation a kind of gentle hesitance. Nabooru wasn't against the idea of a kiss, however, as indicative by the very way her mouth curved a little after meeting his.

There probably wouldn't be a period in time where Nabooru wouldn't annoy Byrne in some way. That's one of the reasons Byrne was initially attracted to her. It was like an attractive repulsion; she had both infuriated and intrigued him to the point where they hadn't really been able to avoid each other.

And now it was that he was kissing her again, feeling those beautiful, full lips upon his own once more. It wasn't a rough kiss; it was fairly light, just lips, but tender nonetheless.

In some ways it was better than the hungry, forceful kisses he might give. It was hesitant but sweet, and he took his time to appreciate the thickness of her lips, the moist gloss, the feeling of her soft red hair in his hand.

He broke away after a moment, his fingers entwining further in her hair and holding her head close. "I want to enjoy this time with you." The steam rose up around them as he leaned in once more to deliver another kiss, this time with a bit more fervor.

"I want to enjoy this time with you."

The words themselves almost made her shudder. It was passionately said, leaving her absolutely no room to either evade or to deny that Byrne felt something for her more than simply bedroom antics. Not that she'd really ever thought he'd wanted that alone. At some point in time, she was aware they could have had a purely sexual relationship and that probably would have worked out fine. Except whatever they'd developed was less a single night tryst and evidently something meant to hold some form of length between them.

However long until she had to leave, she supposed.

She thought about replying to him, but when she realised doing so would force them apart and he seemed so keen on kissing her, that the interruption likely wasn't worth it. She could give them a brief break whenever she finally began to lose her breath, which she imagined couldn't be too far off. For when Byrne kissed her, truly kissed her, it often seemed as if he'd simply draw her soul out of her. It wouldn't have been the worst way to go either.

It took a couple moments of hesitance before she finally relaxed into the motion and drew up her hands. Nabooru slipped fingertips over his chest, across the ribcage, and only stopped when she found the appealing curve of his spine. Yes, she supposed they could use a little bit of alone time together without the threat of looming eavesdroppers. Who knew when they'd have another moment like that anyway. There was no shame in taking advantage of it.

In a way, they were in their own secluded space in nature, just the two of them in a luxurious spring without the threat of others finding them. Logically, of course, someone else could indeed walk in on them, but Byrne didn't want to think about that right now. As far as he was concerned, it was just this moment: the two of them and nothing else.

For all they had fought in the past, none of that seemed to matter at the moment. No moment but now. It wasn't even necessarily sexual desire that Byrne was filled with at the moment. It was just a desire for her, to be close to her, to simply be there with her.

When he felt the fingers on his back, he nearly shivered. They weren't cold fingers by any means; the water was hot and so Nabooru's hands were fairly warm, but those gentle probes still sent pulses of electricity through his spine. She had such a powerful hold on him, it seemed, and not just in a physical sense.

One hand remained in Nabooru's hair as Byrne leaned into the kiss while his other hand reached around to her back, running it down the curvature of her own spine and barely reaching her tailbone, resting just above the soft cheeks.

It hadn't occurred to her that someone would interrupt them. If it had happened, she wasn't sure she would have known how to handle it. It would have been a rather blatant display of affection, but it wasn't particularly an open place. Neither she nor Byrne were keen on the publicity and she always imagined she appreciated they could have a private relationship.

But eventually she'd have to let Pit and Byrne get to know one another. Provided they didn't know each other already. A... family of sorts, and it was something Byrne was going to have to accept.

As he grew comfortable with her, or perhaps it was that he was reacquainting himself, she felt herself spurred to move closer to him. He encouraged her in his own little way. His brazen behaviour, she supposed it was. There was no outside force at work here. There was no sense of allure in the way there had been the night Blacky had kissed her hard on the mouth. It was a different sense of enticement. Because her feelings for Byrne weren't the same as the kind she had for anyone else.

Fingertips clenched into his flesh briefly, a slight traitor to the impact he had on her. And unable to resist the way her mouth upturned, she playfully snapped her teeth at his lower lip, before offering a slightly apologetic kiss.

I think I missed you. And this. And us.

And somehow, she got the feeling that he wouldn't have disagreed.

Theirs was a passion that he enjoyed. Their relationship thus far had been a complete rollercoaster of ups and downs - Nabooru infuriated him in many ways because she had this powerful effect on him. But without this quality to her, Byrne probably wouldn't have maintained interest in her. If it had been all sunshine and rainbows, so to speak, he would have just pursued her as a fling and dropped her.

And it was all summed up the way she dug her teeth into his lip. It almost caught Byrne off guard, and it brought a brief ping of annoyance within his core, but.... he liked it. He liked this vague battle for control they had going on, in an overall sense and right now.

So he'd let her have her fun. He let her bite his lip before he struck back, lightly sinking his upper teeth into her full upper lip.

If they could stay like this now forever without worrying about anyone else, without worrying about the future, then Byrne might finally be content with his life. Just him in his own little world, with the woman he... adored? ...Loved? Well now that he thought about it, he didn't want to because it shouldn't matter. Labels shouldn't have to matter in this moment, on their vacation, not as he pressed further into her, arms wrapping more around her form.

03/26 ~ 03/28 - Co-Ed Springs

Yes I love that paragraph about her hair

I knew you would. That's how I lured you here.

You know me too well

No, on the contrary, I would only ever say I hardly know you as well as I'd like to.

Well then perhaps you should get to know me better~~~~

oooo carbon ooooo~

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