[She gasps and squirms, the last shadowy shreds of her top falling away where it had clung precariously before. One long blue leg folds up between the edges of her wrap skirt, and a knee rests on the ground next to Link's side as he steadies herself. Her hand rests on his chest, pressing him down lightly.]

You're going to pull parts of me off, like that. [It sounds like a joke but he WAS getting a little rough.] Maybe you can use a little... distraction.

[Whee's the other hand, you ask? Funny you should mention it, because it's traveling up his thigh over the fabric of his trousers, and knowingly brushes the straining heat she finds before plucking a bit at the laces of his fly.]