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Link hovered over the stove, rice and vegetables sizzling in the wok as he gave it a quick stir. He took a little bite, then sprinkled another generous pinch of salt into the pan. As he tossed the meal and waited for the fried rice to finish, his thoughts were —for once— focused on anything but food.
Focused specifically on one thing.
A certain someone in the garden, where he'd been with her most of the day until the sun had started to set and dinner became more of a demand than a request. Link peeked out the window and got a glimpse of Zelda outside. A sunhat sat on her head, shading the spot where her recently-shortened hair brushed the nape of her neck. She always remembered to wear a hat, though Link never did despite the fact that he was the one who had grown up on a farm. Link was a simple man, evident in the fact that his vision narrowed on the smattering of freckles along Zelda's collarbone between the straps of her sundress as she turned toward the window.
Zelda smiled at him and Link felt his face burn hotter than it had when it was baking in the sun all day. “Is dinner ready?” She called through the window.
“Yeah,” Link replied, miraculously without a voice crack. He shook his head as she headed for the door, trying to clear his mind of images of Zelda clad in less than her sundress.
But Link was a simple man.
So when Zelda came through the door, it took him all of two seconds to have his hands on her waist and his mouth on hers. Zelda made a muffled noise of surprise before her hands curled into Link's shaggy hair, tilting his head up for better access as her tongue dipped into his mouth. Some kind of breathy something caught in the back of Link's throat as he pulled back for air.
“My, my,” Zelda laughed, “eager tonight, aren't we?”
Link didn't say anything, not trusting his voice to stay steady as he lowered his head to kiss those damn freckles that had been driving him crazy all day. Zelda tilted her head for him, opening her neck so he could trail his lips all the way under her jaw. She laughed again when Link reached the little spot just below her ear that he knew was just ticklish enough to make her giggle.
“Stop it, you,” Zelda smiled as she put her fingers under Link's chin to guide his head up. Link frowned for a moment before Zelda was pushing back in to claim his mouth again. Zelda's other hand brushed the top of his pants and Link nearly ground the building heat in his crotch against her thigh, desperate for friction, for something.
He definitely would have, when her hands started trailing up, under his shirt, were it not for his traitorous stomach growling loud enough to wake half of Hateno village. Link whined when Zelda pulled back with a chuckle. “Shall we continue this after dinner?” She asked, extricating her hands from Link's shirt. He almost whined again at the loss of contact and shook his head as his stomach grumbled again. Zelda pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before she led them both to the kitchen. The rice would burn if he didn’t get back to the stove anyway. Not that he cared much, but still.
It took what felt like an eternity to serve the food and get seated at the table. On opposite sides, much to Link's chagrin. It took everything in Link not to dive across his plate of veggie fried rice straight into Zelda’s thighs. Link scarfed down his food faster than he'd ever eaten before, which was saying a lot for a person who once ate 37 apples in under two minutes. Zelda smiled at him the whole time, laughter bubbling in her eyes. By the time he finished, she wasn't even halfway done hers. Tease.
Link rose from his seat and attached himself to Zelda's back. He kissed the side of her neck, burying his nose in her collarbone. “Link,” Zelda sighed, “I'm not even finished eating.”
“Eat me.”
Link went back to kissing her neck for a moment before he registered what he had said. His face burned and he buried it in her shoulder. Which would have been comfortable were it not for Zelda's shoulders shaking with barely restrained laughter.
She turned to look at him with a smirk. “Why don't you go get in bed,” She suggested, flicking his chin playfully, “And wait your turn?”
Link flushed impossibly redder, extricating himself with a quick kiss beneath Zelda's jaw. He turned up the small staircase and sat on the edge of the bed. He could still hear the sound of Zelda's chopsticks against the bowl as she ate.
The wall plaster was peeling slightly on the corner. They'd have to fix it soon. What Link wanted to do sooner was have Zelda in his arms, but she still wasn't done eating. The ceiling was brown wood, still holding together well from Bolson's repairs. Link cringed. Bolson was the last thing he wanted to think about right now. House repairs were a close second on the list of things he didn't want to think about right now.
There was only one thing he could think about right now.
Link leaned up against the railing that bordered the loft. Zelda was barely two bites deeper than she had been when he left. It couldn't have been that short of a time. It felt like an eternity, which Link knew probably meant it had only been five minutes. He snapped a few times to get her attention. Eventually Zelda looked up at him with another damn smirk.
‘Are you being slow on purpose?’ Link signed.
“What makes you say that?” She put a single grain of rice in her mouth.
Link grumbled rather than actually reply. Tease.
Zelda laughed and started taking reasonably sized bites of her food. “I'll be up in a moment, don't worry.”
Link leaned his head against his hand, watching her through narrowed eyes until her dinner was actually done. She also finished her glass of water, dabbed at the edges of her mouth with a napkin, and started clearing the table.
Link snapped his fingers again. ‘We can clean up later.’
“That's not very responsible.”
“Please,” Link whined.
Zelda smiled and started walking up the stairs. “I suppose so, since you asked so nicely.”
Zelda crowded Link back, enveloping him in her presence until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He let himself fall atop the covers. Zelda towered above him. Then she lowered herself over him and brought her legs up to straddle his hips. Link left his hands politely on the bedspread as hers cupped his face.
Their lips met when Link surged forward, his hands still behind him. Zelda's tongue quickly parted his lips and her hands trailed down his sides to settle just above the waistband of his trousers. He couldn't get enough of the taste of her. Still salty from dinner, but there was something about the fact that it was Zelda that made Link want it no matter what.
“You know you can touch me too, if you like,” Zelda said as she broke the kiss to trail her mouth down Link's neck. Heat gathered deep in his core, rising higher as Zelda's fingers skimmed his ribcage. Link let one of his hands wind through Zelda's hair, holding her closer to the column of his throat as he bared it for her. His other hand swiftly buckled beneath their combined weight.
Goddess, Link was on his back with Zelda on top of him, kissing his neck in a way that would definitely leave a mark. Many marks. His free hand ran along the bottom of her thigh. He didn't dare let his hand go any higher, while the fingers of his other hand continued to tangle into her short hair.
Zelda didn't seem to have the same concerns. One of her hands came to his chest, tracing the numerous scars there. Then her thumb brushed his nipple and he moaned. Out loud. His face flushed redder than Zora royalty as he pulled his hand away from Zelda's thigh so he could bite his knuckle.
Zelda tried to meet his eyes, but Link was looking staunchly away. Her fingers wrapped around his, gently pulling his knuckle out of his mouth. “None of that,” Zelda chided, “I want to hear you.”
Link clamped his mouth shut. Confidence. She was always confident. Still avoiding Zelda's gaze, he shook his head. Terror shot through him at the risk of saying the wrong thing, making the wrong noise. Everything in his body screamed that he had been too loud. Too weird. Zelda would judge him and then she'd be disappointed in him and then she'd hate him.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Zelda said, evidently noticing the way Link had stiffened into a plank beneath her, “it's okay. What's wrong?”
He tried to speak, he really did. He hated the way Zelda had stopped touching him, even though he loved her for checking that he was okay. Eventually he pulled his other hand out of her hair and signed clumsily, ‘Don't want, too loud.’
“You're scared of being too loud?” Zelda asked softly. Link nodded. “I promise I won't judge you for it. I like being able to make you react like that.”
Link tapped his head. It wasn't her that made him self conscious, not anymore.
“You know that, right. Obviously,” Zelda said as she brought Link's hand back up to his mouth, “anything to make you comfortable.”
With his hand back between his teeth, ready to muffle any noises he might make, Link guided Zelda's hand back under his shirt. She smiled as she started moving her fingers again. This time when her thumbs went over both his nipples, the needy sound he made was deadened before it left his mouth.
“You like that?” Zelda asked, laughing at the swiftness of Link's nod. Her hands stopped roaming as she focused her attention fully on his nipples. Soft, deft fingers rolled and pinched gently and Link was helpless to do anything but gasp and writhe. The whole time, Zelda had a wicked smile on her face. Her eyes hadn't looked anywhere but the expressions Link was making. He released his knuckle only to pull Zelda's lips to his. His nipples were hard and sensitive under her touch.
Link didn't need air. He didn't need food or water or anything but the feeling of Zelda's hands on his body and her mouth on his. Her tongue in his mouth. He needed more. More skin touching skin, less clothing blocking the sensation. It seemed Zelda wanted the same.
“Can I take this off?” She asked, fingering the hem of Link's tunic.
He nearly knocked her off in his haste to peel his shirt away from his body. Zelda's breasts pressed into his bare torso, still through her dress. Her hands roamed across his chest.
Zelda pouted. “I wanted to take it off of you,” she whined.
Link flushed again. Not that he had stopped flushing any time in the last few minutes. Part of him wanted to put it back on so she could do it for him. He wanted to do anything to please her. Instead, he covered her hands with his and guided them down to the waistband of his pants. Zelda met his eyes in silent question, but Link was already nodding. He let her go as her fingers hooked into his trousers, dragging them ever so slowly down his hips. He lifted himself so she could slide them all the way off and toss them in a heap on the floor with his shirt. It wasn’t his tunic, but at least she got to take something off. Anything to please her.
Now it was Link's turn to frown. Here he was, clad in only his undershorts, and Zelda was still fully clothed on top of him. It hardly seemed fair. He tugged at one of the straps of her dress as he pushed the hem up her leg with his other hand.
“You want to take my dress off?” Zelda chuckled, “You have my permission.”
Zelda sat back, her weight pressing into Link's pelvis. He let his hands slide up her thighs, taking the dress with them. She lifted her arms above her head and arched her back. Link tried, really, truly tried not to stare at her chest. But Link was a simple man. As he tossed the dress away, he got an eyefull of Zelda's bare breasts and his mouth went drier than the entirety of the Gerudo Desert and Canyon. If Link didn’t know any better, he’d say she did it on purpose.
He stiffened as she leaned back over him, at the sensation of her bare chest against his. Zelda kissed him again, deep and needy. Link let his hands tentatively wander. He wondered at how soft, how smooth her skin felt, unmarred by scars the way his was. Zelda broke the kiss for a moment to gasp when she felt Link's calloused fingers around her ribcage.
Link stilled again, uncertain whether the noise was a good one. Had he hurt her? She’d tell him. Right?
“Are you alright?” Zelda asked.
“Overwhelmed,” Link grunted, his hands too occupied to sign, but mind too cloudy for full sentences.
“We can stop if-”
Link shook his head vehemently enough to crack a few bones in his neck. “Good overwhelmed,” he amended.
“Shall we continue, then?” Zelda smirked as she pressed her palm to Link's crotch. “If this is okay?”
Link just gasped and bit his knuckle again to keep himself from moaning. He nodded, practically bobbing his head like a rabid cucco.
“Touch?” Link asked breathlessly.
“If you like.”
He did like. Very much. His mouth latched onto Zelda's collarbone, sucking and kissing all along her neck and out to her shoulder and back again. Link let his hands move as they pleased, and felt a sense of primal satisfaction every time Zelda gasped or shifted. Her hips ground down into his at the same time as he pushed them up. They both chased whatever friction they could get through their undergarments. Beautiful bruises bloomed like purple flowers against the constellations of her freckles. Beautiful. Just like she was.
Then Zelda pulled her head back, and Link was about to complain. Until she put her mouth on Link's chest. She kissed up and down his sternum, across every scar, and she even let her teeth scrape against the solid muscle of his chest. It took both hands over his mouth to muffle the sound he made when Zelda took his nipple into her mouth. She smiled against him and moved her tongue, swirling and sucking, pressing the bud against her teeth, and Link kept making more of those noises. Then she moved her lips to the other side, letting fingers replace where her tongue had been.
Once his nipples had been thoroughly touched, Zelda trailed her mouth down towards Link's crotch. She pressed a kiss below his navel and hooked her fingers into Link's shorts. “May I?” she said with unabashed lust in her eyes.
‘Wanna touch you,’ Link signed through shaking fingers, even as he nodded his permission.
Zelda hummed against his hip, “But I'm not done touching you yet.”
And touch him she did, now without the barrier of his shorts. Her fingers went between his legs, teasing through the budding heat until she put her mouth on him. Her hand moved back to his chest, taking turns between either side, as her tongue started moving. Link writhed and panted, moaning into his own palms at her ministrations. His legs tensed around her head, though he was careful not to clench her between his thighs.
It didn't take as long as Link would have liked for his legs to shake and his back to arch as his release shuddered through him. Zelda continued to lick him until all the little twitches and aftershocks died down. Then she lifted her head with a satisfied grin and wiped her face on the back of her hand.
“Now,” she panted, “I'm done.”
Despite Link's fatigue, she may as well have starved him for a week then brought him to a feast for all the speed he flipped them over with. He tasted himself on her lips as he kissed Zelda through her breathy laugh. He kneaded her chest in his hands, relishing in the way she twitched every time one of his callouses scraped somewhere sensitive. Then he let his hand wander lower and lower. Zelda raised her hips to let him slip off her shorts.
Then she was naked.
In bed. With Link.
His mouth went dry again as he drank in the sight. Zelda didn't give him long before she pulled his face back to hers and wrapped her legs around his waist. He propped one hand on the pillow behind her and he devoured her mouth. His other hand skimmed across her breast, then along her ribs, then finally across her hip and to her crotch.
Link could tell Zelda wanted to focus on kissing him, but she lost that focus as soon as his fingers started working in earnest. He abandoned her lips in favour of sucking dark spots into Zelda's throat. More deep purple flowers bruised into her sun-kissed skin. She moaned into his ear, breathy and light. He suddenly got what she had said about wanting to hear it. Link would never let her, though, and he tried not to envy her vulnerability. Always so confident. He could use some of that confidence.
His callouses rubbed against her, and Link felt better about how fast he'd finished when Zelda's legs clenched around him as she came just as quickly. Link held her through the aftermath, removing his hand from between her thighs and letting her relax under him. He panted into her collar and let his own shoulders slump from tiredness.
“You're good at that,” Zelda mused, her mind still elsewhere. Her legs unwrapped from his midriff and allowed Link to collapse to the bed beside Zelda. His cleaner hand twined with Zelda's, though he was careful to keep the other one off the bedsheets. Not that the sheets were terribly clean anyways, but he didn't want to get them any dirtier. “But we should clean up before we go to sleep,” she sighed.
Link nodded in agreement, his eyes meeting Zelda's. He couldn't stop the soft chuckle that left his throat. Zelda smiled back at him, and then they were both staring at the ceiling, giggling like schoolchildren. ‘Love you,’ Link signed with his sticky hand.
“I love you too,” Zelda replied, still smiling, “but we really should clean up.”
Link grumbled as he pushed himself off the bed and towards their washbasin. Zelda, with her less soiled hands, swiftly deposited their dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. He wiped himself off quickly then rinsed the cloth and passed it to Zelda. She set about cleaning herself as Link tossed their discarded clothing in the laundry bin.
While his back was turned, Zelda slipped into their shared dresser and stole Link's one remaining clean nightshirt. He turned around just as she pulled it over her head. She was the reason he only had one clean shirt left, despite the fact that Zelda had her own shirts. Link sighed as he donned a pair of shorts and crawled into bed shirtless.
‘Thief,’ Link signed with an accusatory finger jabbed toward Zelda.
“Yours are comfier.” She shrugged.
‘Yours don't fit me.’
“I suppose I'll just have to keep you warm myself, then.”
Link had thought he was out of blood that could rush to his cheeks. He was wrong, apparently. Zelda crawled on top of him again, but this time instead of straddling him, she laid beside him and tucked Link into the crook of her shoulder. He wrapped himself around her and let himself breathe deeply. She pulled the blanket around both of them, enveloping their bodies in downy warmth.
“Love you,” Link whispered, because he had to tell her again, “that was really good.”
“I love you too,” Zelda replied.
“Where did you learn to do all that?” Link’s voice was unfamiliar to his own ears, but he had to know.
Zelda turned her head away from him. “I, ah… read a few books. Thought it might be worth a try.”
“What books?”
“I'll show you in the morning,” Zelda replied with a kiss to the top of Link's head.
“Morning,” Link agreed.
Sleep came easily to them, neither stirring until the cuccos crowed the rising sun, then sleeping in for a while after. In each others’ arms, where they belonged.