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“Come up here and kiss me.”
How could he say no to that? Link lifts his head from where he was lounging over Zelda’s chest, crawling over her to kiss her. Zelda’s arms come up to hold him, helping him balance with his one arm.
Link’s mouth must still taste of her. Zelda licks inside, then starts to mouth kisses down his jaw instead – Link tips his head back as much as he can, swaying in closer. She kisses his throat and Link…
There was something else he should remember.
Link stares blankly at the ceiling as Zelda sucks a hickey by his collarbone. What was it- oh, that’s nice… he looks at Zelda as she pulls away and she has that look in her eye, that makes Link’s stomach flip and his toes curl. He wants-
The casserole! That’s what he needed to remember, he left it in the oven, but then Zelda kissed him and one thing lead to another.
Link tips to the side, catching himself before he topples off the bed. “The oven,” he says. Words come so slow unless he puts in effort, and with Zelda, he usually doesn’t have to bother so hard.
Zelda just groans. “You left it in there?”
Hey, you also want dinner, Link doesn’t say but makes an expansive gesture. He hurries down from the loft and to the oven. Zelda staggers out of bed to watch over the railing, leaning against it. Link only sneaks a brief glance – she’s wearing nothing but a blanket from the bed, but Link is not going to drop the dish.
Zelda says, musing, “But afterwards… we will continue, won’t we?”
“Hungry,” says Link, eyes on the dish.
“Then after dinner?” Zelda sounds so cute when she whines. Link smiles to himself.
“Maybe.”
“That smells so good.”
Link rolls his shoulder, gently but still to dislodge Zelda, who had sneaked up to put her chin on his shoulder. The oven will be hot enough to put in the pie soon, but before then, Link wants to finish kneading this dough for the bread he’s also making.
Zelda steps back a little. Link gets back to kneading, but Zelda sticks around to watch. He turns and arches an eyebrow at her.
She raises her hands innocently. Link huffs and returns to beating out the dough.
He has only just put the dough in the bowl to rise when Zelda sneaks up again. This time he turns to face her and she kisses him, chaste for about five seconds then melting against him. Link’s hand comes up to catch her face, he rubs his thumb over her cheek and closes his eyes as she moves her mouth against his.
He backs her against the counter, and Zelda pushes him back a step so she can hop up on the counter top. Right in the flour? Link thinks, but distantly, leaning up and standing on his toes to continue making out with Zelda.
She holds him with her legs around his middle. Being held like that, so close to her, makes it hard to think of anything else than getting his hands in her pants.
He puts his hand on the crotch of her pants. Zelda leans into his touch, breaking from his mouth to say, “Yes, please-” then she suddenly sits upright. “Link, there is flour everywhere!”
Link looks up at her. She sat on the counter by herself.
Zelda flushes, the tips of her ears red now and not just her face. She looks so good. And flustered.
“Well – Link! Wash your hands, hand before putting it anywhere near my nethers!”
Link moves to the washbasin even as he reminds her, “You ambushed me.”
Zelda splutters. Her pants have flour all over the ass, so just as well if she’s taking them off. And while they’re at it, they should go upstairs to the loft. The dough needs to rise anyway.
(he makes her wait while he puts the pie in. Zelda sighs long and loud)
This afternoon Link made fruitcake, Zelda’s favorite, and Zelda watched. With a thoughtful expression, as Link whisked the whipped cream to top it with. “You know, I read something,” she began. He should’ve stopped her there.
Now Link is on his back in the bed, a towel under him to hopefully protect their sheets, laid flat so Zelda can spoon whipped cream on him.
It’s cold and tickles. Link shivers with the urge to move.
It’s giving him gooseflesh. He almost wants to open his mouth to complain, yet… some of it melts in a trickle down his side. Link can’t hold back a shudder, and Zelda hushes, soothing her other hand over his side.
She touches his chest and Link almost jerks up. He makes a small noise instead, forcing himself to lie still.
To be good for Zelda… yes. That’s all he wants…
“Oh Link, you look so…” Zelda trails off, then leans down. She kisses down his stomach, and, thankfully, licks up the whipped cream smeared there. Her warm tongue feels so good, lapping at his already sensitive skin.
Then she puts more of the stupid whipped cream on his stomach.
Link hisses. Zelda strokes his side, kissing the cream off again. Link holds still, trying to relax.
Zelda trails kisses lower, lower…
“Do not,” Link scrambles for the voice to say, “Put cream on my dick.”
Zelda makes a weird coughing noise, sitting upright. “No?”
Link gives her a flat look. No.
Zelda decides to torment him for a little longer, moving back up. Smearing cold whipped cream over his stomach and chest just to lick it away, mouthing at his nipples. Link keeps himself from jerking or bucking into her by force of will, clenching the sheets in his fist. Zelda has a little cream smeared on her nose, and Link can’t stop staring at it.
When he whines Zelda moves up far enough to kiss him. She tastes sweet. Link feels halfway between freezing and overheating, almost ill, shivering. “Please…”
Zelda leaves him and Link whines for her, but then her mouth is on his dick instead. Warm, warm and wet and Link flinches forward a little. Zelda holds him still with a hand on his hips.
It doesn’t take long for him to finish.
Zelda spits on the towel, which is destined for the wash anyway. Link curls up, feeling sticky all over, feeling… he can’t really pin it down. He’s determined to say that he doesn’t like it.
“Did you like it?” says Zelda, lying down on the dry sheets next to Link.
“No.”
Zelda pouts, then laughs when she sees Link’s face.
“Don’t steal my ingredients,” Link says.
“You gave it to me! You even whisked it.”
Link says nothing. Whipped cream belongs on cakes, only. He’s not changing his mind now.
Also, he’s sticky.
Zelda kisses him on the nose. Link, still haunted by the spot of cream on hers, darts in to lick it off.
Zelda yelps. Link smiles. “Did you want…” he says.
“Not… right now, I think,” says Zelda. “Let’s just take a nap.”
Link nods and balls up the towel, throwing it on the floor.