Zelda grinned, too pleased by herself and the feeling of his hands skating down her neck to put up another facade. She felt a little jolt at Alfred's words and his kiss to her collarbone. She slid her hand further along his face, tangling the tips of her fingers in some of his escaped curls. "Oh, I'd never get you in trouble," Zelda joked, as if she did not know both exactly what she was doing and what he meant. (There was a vague note of hypocritical guilt-or-something in her head — when she'd been in his room the previous month, she'd been too caught off guard by talking about doing things to actually follow through on any of it. She wasn't sure why this felt different, except that it was fun and flirty and allusions, rather than the risk of actual discussion.)

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