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Zelda is in the middle of a book when she hears the apartment door open. The sound of a pair of shoes being kicked into the closet is accompanied by Link's exhausted groan.
"Long day?" she asks, setting the book down on the coffee table as he rounds the corner into the living room, carrying a glass of iced tea and wearing a rather aggravated expression. He flops down onto the couch with another long-suffering groan.
"You're so lucky you had today off," he sighs, looking for all the world like he's about to melt into the couch. He hasn't so much as sat down as he's sprawled out across the length of it. Taking the glass of tea in hand, he downs a full half of it before replacing it on the coaster. "So many assholes. One guy just wanted to know if we sold rubber roofing, and when I asked if he meant the underlayment or the roofing tiles themselves, he asked if I was stupid."
"Well, that was uncalled for." Zelda pats his leg to get him to move it, then sits down next to him at the end of the couch.
"Yeah," he agrees. "What do I know about roofing? That's for building materials, but the departments don't answer the phones when I transfer calls to them, so I have to help their customers instead." Taking another long pull of his tea, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before closing his eyes again and throwing one arm across his face, and sinks a little further into the cushions. "Anyways, I told him he didn't have to be rude when I'm trying to help, and he told me to get my manager. So I did, and he yelled at them about me."
"Which manager?"
"Fyson."
"Oh, that's fine, then," Zelda says. "He knows when people like that are lying."
"Still," Link says. "Ruined my day."
"Is there anything I can do?" she asks, gently. Link cracks one eye open. Smiles at her, but shakes his head.
"I appreciate it, but I can't think of anything that would help."
"What about boobs?" Bringing her arms together, she leans forward and pushes her cleavage up, wiggling her chest at him. Link just snorts and closes his eyes again.
"I'm serious," she says, eyeing the growing bulge in the front of his khakis. He doesn't respond to that, but the small quirk of a smile on his face says he doesn't believe her.
"Alright," she says with a huff, "what if I sucked your dick? Would that make you a little happier?" Link's eyes snap open. He regards her for a long moment, during which time several different emotions flicker across his eyes. She returns his gaze unflinchingly, which is what finally shocks him out of his silence.
"You're serious."
"Yeah," she says, brightly. "What are besties for?" Link huffs a laugh, but merely shrugs in acceptance. Zelda grins.
Slipping off the couch and landing on her knees on the floor next to his legs, she places her hand on him, and to her satisfaction she can feel him twitch through the front of his pants.
"So," she says, all business again as she undoes the button and pulls the zipper down, "what did Fyson do?" Link watches her with one eye as she gets him out of his boxers, and when she takes him into her mouth he sucks in a quiet breath. But her eyes are on him expectantly, so he lays back and decides to go with the flow.
"He told the guy he appreciated his business, and that he'd take the matter into consideration."
"Which is manager-speak," she says as she strokes him with one hand, "for 'I don't plan to do anything, cuz you're clearly just a dick.'"
"Pretty much," Link agrees. Zelda hums, and then she's back at it.
"Feel good?" she asks a few minutes later when Link sighs softly. "Yeah," he says with a very relaxed smile. "I'm glad," she responds with one of her own. "What–" Link begins, but she wraps her lips around him and starts running her tongue slowly over the head. Link's hips tense, and to her great pride he actually lets out a low groan, an altogether different noise than the one he made upon coming home. His left hand comes up to stroke her hair as she bobs on him. "What brought this on?"
"You're my best friend," she answers, simply, with a shrug. "I want to help you out."
"Well, you're succeeding," he quips, and she beams around him as she takes him all the way to the back of her throat. His eyes go wide again in surprise.
"Ha," she laughs as she pops off of him again, her grin all teeth, face glowing. "I always wondered if I'd be able to do that without gagging."
"You calling me small?" Link's expression is one of pure, exaggerated offense. Zelda just gives him a look, and he cracks with a laugh.
"Besides," she continues, ignoring the interruption, "I've wanted to do this for you for a long time."
"R-really?" Link's breathing is a little unsteady, his fingers still carded in her hair but unmoving now as he simply guides her. "C-can't say I haven't w– " His breath catches in his throat as she pulls back up his entire length, maintaining suction the whole time. Her smile is rather smug as she emerges with a pop . He looks almost punch-drunk, looking down at her with pupils blown out with lust, jaw slack, chest rising and falling with increasing desperation.
"You were saying?" Her eyes twinkle as she starts again, and Link can only chuckle.
"Can't say I haven't wanted to do the same for you," he finishes with impressive control, considering the hand in her hair is now tightening its grip.
"Why didn't you ask?"
"Didn't think you'd be cool with it," he answers. Zelda hums again, thoughtfully this time.
"How about this, then," she says, sitting up a little straighter. "Let's make a deal: I'll suck your dick whenever you want if you'll eat me out whenever I want."
"You drive a hard… bargain ," Link stammers when she punctuates her suggestion by taking him all the way down her throat again. " Fuck, Zelda, I'm close."
Zelda's eyes crinkle in a smile, but she doesn't stop for a second. Rather, she redoubles her efforts, one hand gripping the shaft as she circles the tip with her tongue. Both of Link's hands are fisted in her hair, now. He's leaning forward on the couch, eyes fixed on her, holding himself up with the iron grip on her head. She holds his gaze, not breaking eye contact, keeping the pace steady. Link doesn't speak again, but he really doesn't have to – his face, a beautiful riot of color and expression, says it all. So, when his fingers tighten one last time in her hair and his hips surge upward, Zelda can only squeak and try to keep him from falling out of her mouth as he finally lets himself go.
Link's cock throbs, jumping like a living thing with each pulse. Zelda takes it in silence, quietly reveling in the sounds of his gasping breaths, the feeling of his strong hands holding her in place, the warm glow of pride filling her up. And just when she starts to worry that she won't be able to swallow it all, he collapses back into the cushions and she finally lets him slip out of her mouth to flop down onto his stomach.
Link falls back into the same position he'd started in: head on a pillow against the armrest, eyes closed, arm thrown over them. But when he opens them again and grins at her, it's pure satisfaction.
"Feel better?" she asks, giving his dick a little peck on the tip. A last little bit dribbles out in response, so she swipes it up with a finger and pops it into her mouth. Link gives a weak laugh, closing his eyes again. "Much. God, I can't move."
"You don't have to," comes her voice from above him, and when he opens his eyes again she's bending over to step out of her leggings and panties.
The sight of Zelda standing there without pants or underwear, pulling her top off as if she hadn't a care in the world and dropping it onto the pile of clothes by her feet, is one that Link had occasionally imagined, but never actually expected to see. But now she's fully naked in front of him, and the reality far exceeds his fantasies.
A tiny wisp of a girl when he'd first met her, all those years ago, Zelda had been the victim of bullying as she'd grown. Other girls had skinnier waists, or thighs that didn't touch, or flatter stomachs. Zelda, on the other hand, had always tended more towards softness than anything else. She'd worked hard to get past the self-hatred those words had engendered in her. Her weekly trips to the gym are, by her own admission, more about general good health than losing what she now fondly calls her "chub". And now, as she stands before him, hands on her hips, gaze direct and open, she's even more alluring for the almost palpable sense of confidence she exudes.
Her breasts, slightly larger than he'd suspected, but well-proportioned to her frame, full and round, are what draw his eyes first, then moving downwards to the gentle swell of her stomach, her generous hips, thick thighs, and curvaceous behind. He'd thought she was joking, before, when she'd suggested seeing her boobs might make him feel better. They often joked about that sort of thing. They'd always been close, even for a pair of close friends. People who didn't know them usually assumed they were dating anyway, so he and Zelda liked to play into it. But they'd never actually been anything more than very good friends.
"They're pretty nice, aren't they?"
Link looks up at her with a start. "What?"
"My boobs," she says. Again, she wiggles her chest, and when they bounce back and forth Link's mouth goes dry. She grins. "You're staring."
"Sorry," he stammers, looking away. "Don't be," she replies, kneeling down next to the couch again and scooting up to him. "Wanna touch them?"
In what universe would Link ever say no to that question?
Link's face must be amusing as he rolls onto his side and gently takes one in each hand, because Zelda giggles. He rolls her nipples under his thumbs until they harden into little peaks, and then leans forward and pulls one into his mouth. Zelda twitches slightly when he nips at it with his teeth, but she doesn't speak. Instead, she plays with the little hairs on the back of his neck and simply watches him live out his dream.
"What do you say," she asks, voice half a laugh as he buries his face between her breasts and breathes deep. "Want to help me out too?"
Link's eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning, which really does make her laugh. "Stay there," she says, pushing him back down onto the pillow, "but take this off." She tugs at the bottom of his shirt, and Link takes the hint. He goes where she puts him without complaint, pulling his shirt over his head as he does, and when she throws a leg over his chest, he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her forward, almost licking his lips in anticipation.
He wastes no time. When he puts his mouth on her, she has to grab the back of the couch to steady herself.
" Yes… just like that…"
Link shifts a little to the side, allowing her to bring her other leg up onto the couch. Now she fully straddles his face and he dives in like a man on a mission. Even if she'd wanted to – and good god above, how she doesn't want to – she couldn't have moved. His hands are on her butt, holding her down. His tongue moves on her, in her, in ways she couldn't have imagined – and she has often imagined this moment. He's awkward at first, but he's a quick study, and in no time she's given up on talking and simply keens and groans and grunts and gasps as he builds her higher and higher, pulls her tighter and tighter, until finally, his fingers strike that little spot inside her right as his tongue flicks over her clit, and she doubles over, almost falling forward off the couch.
She catches herself in time, however, and simply holds on for dear life as he tongues and fingers her through it. She's dimly aware of the fact that her legs are squeezing his head, but her orgasm is shivering through them and she can't loosen her grip. Each shock of her climax makes her hips shudder forward on his lips. Her back arches and relaxes, arches again with a ragged gasp, and then he touches that spot again and she shrieks , almost toppling over again.
" Stop, stop, fuck… "
Somehow she manages to straighten up and slide off of him. His face is brilliant red and slick with her juices, and the look in his eyes…
"You look like you could die happy," she giggles, and when Link's eyes meet hers he can only grin like an idiot.
It's about then that Zelda scoots back onto his waist and notices that something is poking her. Rather insistently poking her, in fact. Reaching around behind her, she takes him in hand, realizing with a thrill in her stomach that he's hard again. Harder, even, it seems, than when she'd had him in her mouth.
Throwing a glance over her shoulder just to confirm her suspicions, she turns back again and fixes Link with a look that says everything. He watches in stunned silence as she brings him up, settles herself over him, and then…
"Oh, f– " Link's words are cut off in a gargle as he bottoms out. Zelda is no more articulate than him -- the sensation of being stretched and filled by him draws a wanton sound from her throat that she's never heard herself make before. She falls forward across his chest.
"I've wanted to do this for so long." Her words are a low murmur against his chest. "I really like you," she murmurs again, even more softly, and if her face wasn't so close to his, he might not have heard her. But he does hear her. He wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her in close, and she nuzzles into him, sighing.
He begins to move, then, bringing his hands down to hold her up as he slowly draws himself out, almost all the way out of her, but then lets her sink back down again. It makes her gasp, softly, sweetly, her fingers curling against the muscles of his chest, as he gains a rhythm, a calm, almost languid pace.
Zelda pushes herself up on her hands, hair framing her face as she locks eyes with him. He doesn't change the pace, merely continues, almost lazily, to thrust in and out of her. It's enough. It's enough to look into his eyes, to see the love in them as he smiles up at her, and then to lean down and capture his lips with hers. She parts her lips and her tongue meets his, and she can taste lemon and herself on him, and she giggles just a little wildly and falls against him again, wrapping her arms around his neck. Squeezing her eyes shut, she just lets herself feel.
Link's fingers run a slow line, up and down the length of her spine. "I love you," he murmurs into her chest, and she holds him tighter. "I love you," he says again, and she kisses his forehead, his nose, his cheek, his lips. "I love you," he says once more, and she cups his beautiful face and smiles, not caring that there are tears in her eyes.
"I love you, too," she laughs, and his smile is so brilliant she just has to kiss him again. And when he finally shudders to a halting stop, pulling her own hips down flush against his, and she feels the heat of his release filling her up, the tangible warmth of his love inside her, she can only hold him close and sigh those words into his neck as she kisses it.
"I love you."
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"Everyone's gonna be insufferable, now that we're actually dating," she mutters into his chest as he rubs lazy circles into her back with his thumb. It's been at least a quarter of an hour since they finished, but neither of them has felt like getting up yet.
"Eh," Link shrugs. "I've resolved myself to that fact. Anyways," he says, kissing the top of her head, and she swears she can feel his smirk, "if they think they can be insufferable, they have no idea the levels of insufferability I intend to reach."
"You?" she says, and his chuckle is a rumble in his chest against the side of her face.
"Yep," he replies. "Revali already gets annoyed by us. Personally, I want to see how much we can rub it in his face until he finally just leaves in disgust."
Zelda snorts. "That's mean." And then, after a silent moment, "Let's do it."
"Deal," Link laughs, and pulls her a little closer.