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Impure Thoughts	By : Lisachan Category: Zelda > Het - Male/Female Views: 7788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note: Well, the good thing about this spell check not working, is that I actually remember how to spell certain words. Even ‘effervescent’ came out in one go! :O

Chapter 11: Something Meunière

“Anything intresting in the newspaper?” Zelda asked from over at the dresser.
“Hmm…” Link said. Training for that morning had ended, and now he was sat on the sofa, browsing through a copy of The Daily Hylian. “Some weddings. Some births. There seems to have been a landslide not far from the Gorons. Some people got stuck inside a cave because of it, but they were rescued by some Gorons, and it all turned out fine. Shocking case of exhibitionism at the hot springs by some young ones.”
Zelda sighed and shook her head. “Youngsters these days.”
Liselle poked the tip of her pencil against her lip while she was composing her shopping list. They were preparing to go to the daily market, something they both loved. “Zelda, what would you like to eat tonight? Something with a butter sauce, perhaps?” She pointed her pencil at Zelda as an idea popped into her head. “Ooh, a salmon meunière!”
“Is it the season for salmon, though?” Malya wondered, who’d just come in with their winter coats.
“I don’t know. Something else meunière then.”
“Hmm, no...” Zelda mumbled, trying to decide on a hat. “My ass is already fat enough as it is.”
“Can’t believe you’re still upset about that,” Link said, looking up from his newspaper.
Liselle’s eyes flickered between them, confused. “He said I have a fat ass,” Zelda explained, trying on a pale blue hat with a gold coloured ribbon and checking her reflection in a hand held mirror.
Liselle was appalled. “Master Link!” she gasped, sharply turning his way.
“She said it herself!”
“I said it looked fat!”
“It didn’t, so excuse me for making a sarcastic joke about it!” He stood up, marching over to Liselle while he took out his Sheikah Slate. “Liselle, tell her she’s wrong.”
Zelda tore her face away from the mirror, putting it down and standing up in a state of panic. “Don’t show her the picture!”
“Tut! I need a second opinion!”
“What did you say to me? He said ‘tut’ to me!”
Bearing with Zelda’s anger, Liselle leaned over the Sheikah Slate that Link held out to her. Her hands went to her mouth in surprise. “Goodness, is that little Prince Sidon? He’s so cute!” she squealed.
“Yes, he is, but we’re talking about Zelda,” Link said, pointing to Zelda in the picture. “She says her ass looks fat in this picture.”
Liselle looked at it. It was true that, under that angle, and because those trousers were pretty tight, her ass did look a bit fat. But she wasn’t going to say that. Not only because Link’s eyes begged her not to say that, but also because she knew women; she was one. “No, it doesn’t!” she said firmly.
“See?” Link said.
Zelda sighed. “Well okay, Liselle, if you say so. But you,” she said, pointing at Link. “You don’t have to say I have a fat ass.”
“It was a joke. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I love you for you, not for your ass.”
Malya puffed up her cheeks. “So, these are the kind of conversations going on behind Royal doors,” she said with a pondering face.
Liselle chuckled. Malya was right, this was ridiculous. “Okay, let’s end this,” she announced, clapping her hands. “Zelda, your ass did not look fat in that picture, nor do you have a fat ass now. Master Link, never comment on a woman’s appearance, unless it’s flattering. Now, be lovey-dovey again. This kind of juvenile behaviour doesn’t rule a Kingdom.”
Zelda and Link glared at each other in a way that wasn’t quite lovey-dovey yet. It was that time of the month again. She was cranky again. So was he. “And you, what are you going to do?” Zelda said.
“Hateno village,” Link mumbled, returning to the reading of his newspaper.
“Do you have to go to Hateno village again?”
“Yes.”
“For Purah’s experiment?”
“Hm-hm.” Her eyes were boring into him, trying to draw information from him, as she had tried many times before. “She has made me promise not to tell. To anyone.”
“But...”
“Not even to you.”
“I’m the Queen,” Zelda reminded him.
Link nodded. “Purah said you would say that.”
“I need to know if everything is well in the Kingdom.”
“She’s not hurting him too much, is she?” Malya carefully asked.
“Just a bit,” Link had to admit. “But there’s no other way. And it’s consensual.”
Zelda drew in a breath. “Link, please tell me. Whisper it in my ear, if you must. I promise I’ll keep it to myself.”
“No, sorry.”
“Link. Link. Link. Link. I can keep going. Li-”
“Yeah, me too.”
“What, you too?”
“Ignoring you.”
“Link! Link. Link.”
“You know, we’re not married yet.”
“What?”
In the background, Liselle and Malya made themselves scarce for a bit.
“You’re not still suspicious about me seeing Ivee, are you? I thought you had become friends.”
“It’s not that.” Well, maybe a little. “I just don’t like to be kept in the dark.”
He sighed, standing up and stepping closer to her. They’d not had a lot of quarrels yet. But he hoped that a little touching and a little hugging would make it all better again. That, or sex, but that was a no-no right now, he thought sullenly. “I’m really sorry. But it’s confidential,” he said, gently putting his hands on her shoulder.
“But-”
“She’s superstitious. Purah’s afraid that, if word gets out before she’s finished, the experiment will fail. And in all fairness, I want her to succeed too. For Boy’s sake.”
Zelda let out a sigh of defeat. “Okay, I’ll leave it then.”
“All I can say is that...”
“Yes?” she cried eagerly, pouncing on this crumb of hope.
“We already know that Purah is a genius, but with what she is doing now… she has really surpassed herself. It’s beyond anything I thought her capable of.”
Zelda tisked. “Well, you’ve made it even worse now.”
“It’s not good that she wants to keep him inside the entire time, though. She said that she wanted to do that, but no one, not even her, will know how long this experiment will take. It’s important that he can have some fresh air and move around. His muscles would grow rusty if he would stay inside all the time. So I managed to convince her that I should take him out sometimes. With my Sheikah Slate, I can teleport us both to secluded places of the Kingdom where no one ever comes. And then with my Travel Medallion, we can return right back to the lab.”
“So, are you going to see Ivee too?”
“I might. Her brother likes to play with me. Piggy backrides and stuff. He used to love taking rides on Boy’s back, but that’s no longer possible. So I let him ride on my back.”
She sniffed and nodded, feeling a little ashamed now. “Do you still want to marry me?”
Smiling, Link tightened his hands on her shoulders in a comforting way. “You know I didn’t mean that. I only said that to shut you up, because, clearly, there was only one way to do that.” He moved his face closer to her, lifting the rim of her hat a bit so they could kiss. It was a kiss full of conviction that there was no way he would not want to marry her.
Zelda inhaled sharply when they parted. “Hm, okay,” she gasped. “So, what would you like to eat tonight?”
“Hmm, I was thinking… Plain cooked rice, and steamed poultry and veggies.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“No. I’m just trying to make you see that something meunière sounds so much better.”
“Hm, something meunière does sound pretty delicious.”
“That hat looks gorgeous on you,” he grinned, pulling the rim back down.
Zelda pulled up a corner of her mouth. “Yeah yeah. Give Boy a hug from me.”
“Will do.”

“Shall we get a donut?” Malya suggested, following her nose in the direction of the respective food stall with bright eyes. Treats from the food stalls was one of the reasons why she loved to go to the market. Also, the smells and hubbub were so invigorating. It was cold, but dry and sunny today. Perfect day for a trip to the market.
“Hmm, I’d better not,” Zelda muttered, although the smell did make her salivate.
Liselle sighed, avoiding a sausage that was hanging from the awning of a stall. “Zelda, your ass is not too fat,” she stated.
“He should not have said that, not even as a joke.”
“No, he shouldn’t have, but he has, and believe me, he will say more stupid stuff he won’t mean. That’s what men do, they speak before they think. Don’t take it so seriously. Now, do you want the donut?”
“I’m not even hungry.”
“Do you want it or not?”
“Yeah...”
“Then let’s do it. We’ll get some excersise later on, okay?”
“Okay.”
There was a small queue at the stall, but when they noticed the Queen, they all let her and her company go first. Zelda had given up on telling them they didn’t have to do that; they kept on doing it anyway. With a thankful nod, she placed the order.
“I think, next time he goes to Hateno village, I want to go with him,” she said, while they were waiting.
“You’re not allowed to see Boy, though,” Malya said.
“I know. I could have a chat with Ivee.”
Liselle raised her eyes to the sky, looking left and right. Malya suppressed a giggle.
“What?” Zelda said.
“Oh, just checking if the sky might be falling.”
Zelda tutted and lightly slapped her against the shoulder. “Purah was right, jealousy doesn’t make me a better person. And also, I’d like to see if we can find a use for Link’s house. It’s just standing there. It’s a nice house, you know.” She smiled when the stall owner handed their donut.
“Is that Bolson over there?” Malya said, pointing to a stall where they sold sandwiches. “I’m surprised he has time to go to the market with all this work he has.”
“Well, he has to eat, doesn’t he?” Liselle said, taking a bite from her donut.
Zelda stepped over to him and, evidently, her ladies followed. “Bolson. Are you keeping up? I gave you this extra work over at The Tipsy Deity on top of your other work. Isn’t it too much?”
“Certainly not. I’m happy to have so many projects, love gives you energy, you know. Even though, nights are sometimes short,” Bolson said with a wink to someone who was standing a bit behind him. Yann, Zelda noticed to her surprise. “But no, it’s good. Things are progressing well.”
“Will the castle be done by summer?”
“Perhaps even late spring.”
“Excellent.” She looked over to Yann, who had trouble looking at her. “Hello, Yann,” she smiled superiorly.
“Your Majesty,” Yann said with a humble nod.
Bolson lightly touched Yann on his arm, having no idea what was going on between him and the Queen. “Now, my break is over, I should get going again.”
“You think it’s too early for alcohol?” Malya wondered.
“Yes,” Zelda and Liselle both said.

Zelda glanced down at the shopping basket with a pleased smile on her face. Indeed, wild salmon had not been in season, but they’d been able to get some farmed salmon, so they would have salmon meunière, that evening for dinner. It was almost ridiculous how much she was looking forward to it.
“Liselle…” she started, but then she jumped when someone passed them by with a cage of cackling cuccos. Perhaps the market wasn’t an ideal place to discuss this next topic, but she wanted to know. “Liselle, you remember... last month, right?”
“When I found you in the bathroom, cowering behind the bathtub after you had thrown stuff at Master Link because you were ashamed about your...” Liselle lowerd her voice to a whisper. “Your periods? Yeah, I remember that.”
They went to sit on a bench, with their face in the sun. “What can I do? I don’t want it to be such an ordeal every month. What do you and Cassian do?”
Malya inched closer, because she too had a boyfriend now.
Liselle pulled up her shoulders. “We just do it.”
“But… it’s yuck.”
“I know, but just put an extra blanket under yourselves and have some stuff at hand to clean up. You know, it actually relieves cramps, and it speeds up the process of all the mess leaving your body.”
“It does?”
“From my experience, yes.” She put an arm around Zelda when she leaned against her. “It doesn’t have to be such a problem, you know.”
Liselle was right. Zelda really needed to remind herself a bit more often how lucky she truly was with Link. Most of the female population would sell a body part, just so they’d get to touch him. They sat for a while, taking in the view of the market, the people buying stuff, daily life. Normal, happy daily life. And all of a sudden, Zelda felt a lump in her throat.
“No need to cry about it,” Liselle said, when she heard Zelda sniffing.
“It’s not that,” Zelda said. “I’m just so happy that everything is back to normal. That we don’t have to live in fear any longer. That people can go back to wondering about what they’re going to eat, or whether a donut makes them fat, and that we get to fall in love and bask in the sun, and that the moment when we would best have sex is our greatest worry, instead of Ganon spreading his woe and mayhem. These all seem like such luxury problems now.”
“I know,” Liselle smiled. That bastard of a Ganon, he’d traumatised the poor girl.
“Isn’t it great to have luxury problems again?”
“It is.” In the distance, they saw the adorable Kamie and Elliv, with their mother. Both girls, and Ilka too, enthusiastically waved at them, and they waved back. “Now, we still need some veggies to go with our salmon, right?”

In the afternoon, they’d slipped into comfy trousers made from a breathable fabric. They’d moved to the inner courtyard, for their excersises. Zelda rubbed her hands and shook her limbs, all fired up to work off that donut fat. She frowned when Malya came out jogging onto the courtyard too. “Malya, are you going to join us too?”
“Sure. A problem shared is a problem halved. I have a boyfriend too now, you know. Gotta stay in shape,” Malya said, stretching her arms.
“Now,” Liselle said, widening her stance a bit. “Feet hip width apart, and then bend your legs to a perfect ninety degree angle. And one- go on, a bit deeper Zelda, that wasn’t ninety degrees. And one… and two… and three… Let’s go to ten.”
By the count of six, Zelda already felt her thighs starting to burn. “Well, this is tough, alright,” she puffed. By the tenth time, she felt her heart beating in her throat, and her face was burning. “Whew!”
“Stretch,” Liselle ordered. “And another round.”
“How much more of these?” Zelda gasped after the second round.
“Are you tired already?”
“Well...” Conveniently, she saw Link trudging along in the distance with a bucket. He was heading for the annex where he kept his motorcycle. “What is he going to do?”
Liselle crossed her arms in front of her chest when Zelda took off. “Zelda, where are you going? We’re not finished yet.”
“Just taking a break,” she said, going after Link.
She found him, kneeling next to his motorcycle, running a wet cloth over it. “I can’t believe you’re actually wasting water on this,” she said disdainfully.
“It’s used laundry water, woman,” he said without looking up.
She struck a pose with a hand on her hip. “What did you call me?”
He straightened with a grin on his lips. “Last time I checked, that’s what you are, no?” He stepped over to her, standing in front of her in a bit of a menacing way, but still with the grin firmly on his face. “Would you rather have me calling you bitch? Or perhaps Royal Slut after all?”
Zelda started smirking a bit too now. “Well… Sometimes, maybe.”
He smiled and leaned in for a gentle kiss. “What are you wearing?”
“Workout clothes. We had a donut this morning on the market, so we’re doing some exercises. Squats and stuff.”
“For the ass?”
She cleared her throat. “Yes.”
“Okay then.”
“I’m going to continue now.”
“Sure.” He playfully slapped her ass when she turned. “Slut.” She glowered back over her shoulder and he grinned.

Zelda purred contentedly when she sank herself down into the warm water for her after-workout bath. She’d felt her ass muscles protesting already, but that was good. Pain is weakness leaving the body, Liselle had told her. And if she would do this regularly, she would get a tight, not-fat ass.
After a few moments of well earned relaxation, she started rubbing the sweat off her arms, her chest and neck. Baths during that time of the month were always quick, in and out, because the idea of sitting in soiled water wasn’t very attractive to her. With a sour, almost accusing face, she glanced down between her legs. And that’s when she noticed, for the very first time since ever: the water wasn’t getting soiled at all. She leaned deeper, looked closer. Nothing was coming out.
“Liselle!” she called. Almost immediately, Liselle stuck her head inside. “Go get Link.”
Liselle frowned. “Are you sure? The last time, it ended in drama.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Go get him. And get me a willysleeve too!” Why had she never noticed this before? This was good news, very good news.
Moments later, there was a knock on the door, and she perked up. “Link?”
Link came in with a hand raised, ready to ward off any flying objects. “Is it safe to come in?”
Zelda laughed. Her fearless warrior, afraid to face his fiancée. “Yes, you can come in,” she smiled.
“What is it? Is something wrong?” There was a worried look on his face.
“No, there’s nothing wrong. I found out something really interesting.”
“Does it involve sex?”
She sighed disapprovingly, because that was the first thing that came out of his mouth, but as it happened, it did. “As the matter of fact it does.”
“So, what did you find out?”
“I have found out that, during my periods...”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Ugh...” Periods meant not having sex.
“No, hear me out, you’re gonna like this.”
“I do?” he said, scrunching up his nose. She actually did look quite excited.
“Yes! When I’m in the water, the bleeding stops. So...”
“The bleeding stops.” Link’s eyes widened. “We could do it in the bath tub!”
“Yes!”
“Why did we not know this sooner? Why didn’t Liselle tell us this?”
“Because Liselle never had the luxury to take baths very often, before she was my lady.”
“Had you never noticed before either?”
“Well, it never mattered before, did it? I never stayed in the bath tub longer than was needed, because I didn’t want to sit in the blood. But it turns out that nothing comes out when I’m in the water.”
“This is such good news!”
“It really is!” They had found a way to bridge these days of forced abstinence.
“So, can I come in?”
She invitingly lifted her leg, resting her foot on the edge of the bath tub. Only wincing a little at her sore muscles. “You should be in it already!”
“Oh...” Link gargled at this view, tugging at his clothes. He hopped on one foot when he took off his trousers and underwear, turned and bounced against the wall, grabbing at the edge of the bath tub to prevent himself from falling over.
Zelda laughed. “You’re so funny.”
“Desperate, ‘s what I am.”
“It’s only been a couple of days!”
“No, that’s not what I mean,” Link said, crawling into the bath and standing in front of her. “The idea of being in that kind of situation, every month, that’s what had made me desperate.”
“We found a solution for it.” She leaned forward to put the willysleeve on Link, and groaned. Then she put her leg back down in the bath tub, and she tried again; and groaned again.
“Is your ass a bit sore, then?” Link sniggered.
Zelda glowered up at him, reaching the willysleeve out to him. “Shut up and put it on,” she ordered.
“Do we have to use it? The blood is the ovu-thingamajing leaving your body, right?”
Zelda pulled up her shoulders. “Maybe it will slide better.” She smirked while he slid it on. “Ovu-thingamajing, is that really what you’re calling it?”
He sank down, leaning in between her legs. “Do we really have to discuss this right now?”
“Nah.” She lifted her leg again to give him more space, flicking out her tongue against his lips. He softly caught her lower lip between his teeth, while his fingers played down at her slit. Curiously, her natural lubrication would not be stopped by the water, and he waisted no time to replace his fingers with his stiffened manhood and press into her. She tilted her hips up, opening her mouth for his kisses. His tongue was warm and quivering against hers, his lips hungry for the sweet taste of her mouth. She’d used a different kind of bath oil this time. He didn’t know what it was, but it smelled exotic, a bit spicy, and together with her natural scent, it was very invigorating. Moreish. It drove him wild. He didn’t know if it was this smell, or this unexpected discovery Zelda had made, but something sent his libido through the roof.
“What’s this smell?” Link growled.
“I don’t know,” Zelda panted. “It was delivered here from Purah, only a couple of days ago. There was a note with instructions. It said that...” She paused to moan. He’d tilted his hips, and was now hitting her pleasure spot just right. “It said that it’s best enjoyed with the one you love… But I was eager to try it. And there also was a small drawing of a winking face.”
“I think I know why.”
“Yeah.”
It heightened their spirits, stimulated their senses, not just the smell, but it literally made their skin tingle. The sweat that Zelda had only just rinsed from her body was quickly returning, but this time it was a more pleasurable kind of sweat, from a definitely more pleasurable kind of work out. A work out that wasn’t a task at all. She felt so privileged to be made love to by Link. From the heart, not just because he was supposedly destined to. With every thrust of his hips, all her petty luxury problems left her head. The size of her ass, this monthly physical inconvenience, Link’s reluctance to tell her about Boy… Right now, none of it mattered, not while her whole being was being consumed by this most pleasant form of escapism.
Her foot slipped from the edge of the bath tub, and with a little squeal, she felt herself sliding deeper into the water. Link paused and deftly caught her, hugging her close to him.
“Careful,” he murmured with a grin, his cheeks glistening with beads of sweat and steam.
She smirked up at him, her meadow green eyes sparkling. “Must you be the Hero again?”
“Don’t you love to be salvaged by your Knight?”
“I do.” In every which way possible. “Now, are you going to bring me the highest satisfaction?”
Link breathed out a laugh, while he carefully repositioned her up against the inside of the bath tub. “Don’t I always?”
Their eyes locked, electricity crackling. “Show off.” Rightfully so, her flushed skin and churning uterus reminded her.
“I don’t need to show off. I’m your Sex Beast, am I not?”
The confident grin that followed sent shivers down Zelda’s spine and made her heart skip a beat. Her breath hitched when his hips shot into action again. She made a face and chuckled when water splashed against her nose, but then she ardently arched against him, moving in synch with him. It earned her some cramps in her back muscles, but it was largely outweighed by the pleasure coursing through her, heating her up and soothing her at the same time, more than the fragrant bathwater ever could. Although there was no denying that there was something odd with that bath oil. But in an extreemly pleasant way. Her skin seemed to sizzle and pop, as if a high quality fizzy wine had been poured out over her body. It was as if the water had become effervescent. It felt good!
“Link… Do you feel that too,” she breathed.
“Yeah,” Link groaned. “It’s incredible!” His hand gripped tighter on the edge of the bath tub, and his other hand reached around to the small of her back, his fingers digging into the soft skin there. He felt his balls tightening, hugging themselves close to his groin as they prepared to release their contents. “Almost...” he panted, feeling his eyes starting to glaze over. All the testosterone in his body was rushing to this one central place, helping him towards his blissful apotheosis.
Zelda bit her lip and threw back her head, enjoying the pleasant vertigo that swirled inside. Through blurry eyes and dampened eyelashes, she looked at Link’s face, lost in ecstacy. Even so, he caught her gaze, and their eyes connected with such a hunger for each other that it was the final push. There was that glorious moment where their senses went into overdrive and all they could feel was pleasure, their gasps and moans shaping into each other’s name. When they came, it almost felt celebratory, because they had found a way to outsmart nature.
Panting hotly, they collapsed into the water, their trembling bodies relaxing into a state of perfect happiness. Feeling his penis shrink back to its original size, Link grappled between his legs to catch the willysleeve, before it would start floating around in the water. “It does feel different with this thing on,” he said, dropping it onto the floor.
“You shouldn’t complain about such a trivial thing,” Zelda said, a bit irked. “It’s the greatest invention of all times.”
“I’m not complaining. I’m just saying that it’s weird, the way my stuff sort of… bounces back. Who said anything about complaining?”
Zelda smiled and opened her arms. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Now come relax.” She let out a slow, contented sigh when he turned around, relaxing with his back against her chest. She let her fingertips run over his body as she held him close. Even though they’d just had amazing sex, she needed to aknowledge his presence. Savour it. At times, she still thought that he was a Link-shaped soap bubble, that could burst at any moment. Something that was too good to be true, a dream she could wake up from at any time. She didn’t want to let go of this feeling, of this love. This feeling of longing for him, of wanting him, needing him, it was always there. And it always would be there. It had to be, that was what loving each other was all about. She felt like their love was like a deeply soulful aria, one with strings, and piano, and a voice that would bring tears to ones eyes, one that made her heart swell and made her choke up with emotion. A symphony she’d never grow tired of.
Her eyes drifted to the vial of bath oil, and with a smile, she thought of Purah, their genius friend with a seemingly permantent impish expression fixed on her face. She could only imagine the grin on it when she had sent this out to the castle.
“You know,” Link said after a while. “Yann has really piped down lately.”
Zelda felt a little jolt of triumph flash through her stomach at the mention of that name. “Has he now?”
Something in the tone of her voice made Link turn his head. “You know more?”
Her lips curled up into a smirk. “I told him that if he likes to joke around so much, he could go from soldier to court jester.”
“You did not!” Link exclaimed, looking fully at her now.
“Oh, I did. And you know what? It felt so good!”
“I wish I could’ve seen it.”
“You would’ve been so proud of me. It was such a thrill!”
Grinning, he leaned in. “Oh, but if you’re looking for thrills…” He then took her mouth for a kiss that was so deep and meaningfull that it left her gasping for breath; something he was delightfully good at.
“Point taken,” she said, clearing her throat.
Nipping at her lips, Link went back to being a happy, sated mess. This truly was the good life.
“I saw him on the market this morning with Bolson,” Zelda murmured. “They seemed to be getting along quite well.”
“Yeah, they have something going on.”
“I got that impression, yes. That’s why Bolson’s so happy lately.” Her gaze then travelled to his arms. On the inside, there were several bruises, ones he didn’t have before. She’d often noticed them, lately. “You have all these bruises again.”
“You know, sometimes I need to be pinched too. Like you had Liselle pinch you at first, remember?”
“You said that the last time too. Why are you always so evasive about it?”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“I want to know. What are they from?”
Link let out a sigh. “They’re from the experiment.”
“The one with Boy?”
“No, the one for which I have to donate semen into a jar.”
Her head came around, trying to make eye contact. “What?”
“I’m joking. Of course the experiment with Boy,” Link grinned, meeting her gaze. “Darling, it’s for a good cause.” Her face went blank and she looked straight at him. “What?”
Zelda blinked a few times. “You called me darling.”
“Why, yes, I did,” Link said, sounding surprised. Although he was happy it had distracted her from the bruises.
“Aw.” She smiled, kissing him on the lips. Automatically though, her eyes drifted back to the purple spots on his arm. “Will it be worth it?”
“Yes,” Link said firmly. “Very much.”
“Alright then.”
“Should we get out?”
“Hmm… Too comfortable.”
After a while though, the water turned too cold, and they at last stirred, still feeling deliciously buzzed from sex and a general feeling of comfort. When Link got out, he staggered for a moment, leaning against the bath tub.
Zelda looked up at him, worried. “Are you alright?”
“Yes. Just a little headrush from getting up too fast.”
“Are you sure? You look awefully pale.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I think I just need to eat something. Isn’t it about time for dinner?” He offered his hand to help her out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around her when she stood before him. “Now, hurry and get dressed, before you bleed all over the floor. And then we can go get our something meunière.”
“It’s going to be salmon after all,” Zelda informed, towelling herself dry and quickly slipping into her underwear.
“Lovely.”

To be continued…

Author’s Note: There will be sex in the next chapter too. I know how I want it to go, sort of, but I don’t know how to go about it yet. Uhmm… Yeah. Don’t know when it will be done. Just so you know.
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