-Zelda

My sex life had always been about as boring as dirt. Always. I've had numerous husbands in the history of my existence and I've been lucky enough that all had been very kind to me. A few of them have been gay, and a few of them have been a little weird. There were even a couple who I liked very much and may have even cared for a little.

But sex had always been somewhat of a chore for me. I was always happy when it was over with, and once I was with child, I'd make sure that my sexual dealings with my husbands were at an end. They never really seemed to mind at that point. Probably because they were tired of dealing with it too. Some of my resentment to the subject is my own fault. Every time I find myself on a wedding night, I prolong the inevitable as long as possible.

"Oh not tonight, Dear, I'm too tired!"

"I have a headache, let me sleep."

"Oh, looks like I have my period..."

These silly excuses were for Link usually. I would have the biggest crush on him when I was at that age, not that we even saw each other anymore at those times and he had probably forgotten all about me, but I'd like the romantic idea that I was staying true to him. I'd grow out of that idea pretty fast. I wasn't one to go all day dreamy, especially now that I was becoming an adult.

But I still did not look forward to sex and eventually, my husbands would realize that I had no desire for them whatsoever, and the fact would have them loose their desire for me. They would get over it rather fast though and soon have a bunch of their own mistresses. Not that I cared so much. With them busy and out of the way, I could run my country without them interfering. It was my country after all.

I had never missed sex and never thought that I would ever want it.

But then that bastard had to show up and ruin all my happiness. It was like I had been living off of bread for an eternity, and was now being shoved in the face with a huge chocolate cake. A chocolate cake that I was told I couldn't have because I was on a diet. A chocolate cake that was already in my mouth, moving his tongue over mine, his hands somehow managing to find their way under my dress and were now rubbing against the bare skin of my thigh.

Damn him.

Did he understand what he was doing to me? Link always had his freedom. He had all his adventures. I was sure he had met hundreds of women in his existence, had hundreds of experiences. But I, I had always been stuck in a goddess forsaken castle, wasting away doing my 'important things'. Doing these 'important things', not once did I consider risking the balance of the world just to give into a bodily craving. Not after that one night with him. Not after I knew how dangerous it was; Not when I knew that it was my responsibility to keep order in everything, to make sure that the world kept functioning, making sure that my people would be happy and safe.

But in the broom closet, I wasn't concerned about my people. I wasn't concerned about anyone. I was only frustrated that Link's clothes were concealing his body from me, and no matter how much I tore at them with my fingers, the fabric, held on by annoying belts and straps, wouldn't come off.

Oh sweet Nayru, I was drunk.

I shouldn't be in love with this man. I wasn't. Link was my dearest friend. We had known each other since the beginning. We were as close as family members. He was the only other one that knew what it was like to be reincarnated over and over again. The only other one that had faced all of the darkness with me. He had done everything that had needed to be done. I hardly had to ask. He had never failed my people. Gentle and kind hearted, he always cared for everyone. He always knew the right things to say, and was always there for me, never letting me down.

I was in love with him.

I wanted him. He wasn't mine to take, but he felt like he should be. I wanted to shower him with love, worship his existence. He had done so much. How would I ever be able to give him anything he deserved?

I couldn't.

I wasn't meant for him.

His belt buckle was digging into my hip. I managed to get my hands down there to undo it. I waited for him to stop me. He had loads more sense than I. Triforce of Wisdom, HA! But it didn't appear that Link noticed, or maybe he chose to ignore it. His kisses never faltered, his grip on me steady.

I wanted to tear him apart. Without the belt fastened, I was able to pull on his tunic and his under shirt, pulling it up till I could finally reach the skin on his back. He stopped kissing me then, his face pressed against my neck. His breath came out hard, yet slow and even, as I traced my fingers along the skin of his back.

I had expected the skin to be smooth, but I was stupid to think that. His back was marred with scars from things that I would never know. Things that I had missed from his life. Years and years of his life that I had missed. I couldn't see his back, so I tried to see with my fingers. There were so many.

I traced my fingers around his hip and onto his hard stomach. There were scars there too. He looked up from my neck, eyes locking onto mine. I expected him to say something. Try to explain the scars or reassure me that they weren't as bad as they seemed. I expected him to tell me that we should go back to the party. I had crossed the line. It was one thing for us to be making out in a broom closet. It was a whole other thing for me to try to undress him.

But he didn't say anything. He just stared into my eyes where he could read my every thought and feeling. Then, without removing his eye contact, he drew closer and gave me the sweetest of kisses. His hips pressed against mine and I could feel all of him, thick and hard against me. With his eyes on me I could feel myself blush. I don't know why. It wasn't like I hadn't felt it before. But Link wasn't the nervous boy he was all those years ago. He was older now. He was a man now.

He continued to stare at me. He was giving me a choice. How stupid of him, putting the decision on me. Me being intoxicated, jealous and just a hormonal mess, he had to have known what my stupid answer would be.

My shoes had fallen off when he had first picked me up. I took my stockinged feet and dug my toes into the seat of his pants, pushing them down. He let out breath that he must have been holding. I don't know if it was out of relief or anxiety but the decision had been made. Link had always followed my wishes before, no matter how absurd they may have seemed at the time. He wasn't going to start disobeying now. But of course, this wasn't one of my best ideas.

He pushed me harder against the wall, kissing my neck as I felt his fingers move across the fabric of my already wet underwear. He used one arm to hold me up while he took them off with the other. He had to pull away from me in order to slide them down my legs, and I hated being apart from him. He came back to me, letting my legs wrap around him. His fingers parted my wet flesh and my head went back against the wall as I whimpered.

"Shh," he said as he worked me open, all the time keeping his eyes on mine. I didn't want him to look at me. I couldn't stand it, so I closed my eyes. He kissed my neck gently as he removed his fingers from me and slowly started to go into me. No awkward fussing around or blindly humping like I was accustomed to, just in.

It hurt of course. I had been quite a bit of time since my husband and I had done anything. We were taking a break. He was hoping I'd be more cooperative when I was a bit older.

I wrapped my arms tightly around Link's neck, digging my fingers into his shoulders and burying my face into his skin. Link moved slowly and gracefully, pulling back from me a little before slowly going back in. I lifted my head up against the wall again. I didn't really know what to do with myself. The pain was fading away, and instead of just feeling something going in and out of me, it actually felt good.

I let out a low moan. Link softly shushed me. He slowly quickened his pace and it felt even better than it did before. I gasped and my eyes flew open to meet his steady ones as he pushed deeper into me. He had to silence me with a kiss. I was being too loud. The guards outside would surely hear me.

But what did I care? This feeling, like waves of pleasure washing over me, they grew and grew until I felt like I was going to explode with happiness. Link stopped kissing me. I think he was having trouble breathing, but I wasn't paying much attention at the time. The grip he had on my hips tightened, and just when I thought I would burst, he suddenly ripped himself out of me.

He held me tightly as we both tried to catch our breaths. "I'm sorry..." he said. "I didn't want... I didn't want to..." He didn't finish the sentence. He was pressed against my leg, and I felt the liquid run down into my stockings. Yet he didn't let go of me. He held me up for a very long time.