Okay I finally finished it! Here's this WIP that I previewed a few months ago ':)
This takes place a couple months after their wedding!
On a day where the sun shone bright, they didn't expect to have any trouble on a short trip across the countryside. Eldin Bridge, an old and well-worn bridge on the eastern ends of the kingdom, was in desperate need of repairs, and so the queen wanted to personally assess the damage before conducting a thorough inspection.
While no one was quite comfortable allowing the queen to go unaccompanied, she was fairly miffed at the suggestion of having an entourage only a short way away from the castle, and so they settled on having her husband, the second-in-command and hero of their kingdom, singularly accompany her to and from the bridge. Mounting Epona, they rode through the eastern throughway and arrived in less than an hour.
Though he couldn't tell why, Link had a strange inkling that something was off. There was nobody in sight, save for lone creatures roaming the fields, and the weather seemed fine. Still, he trusted his instincts, and he kept his eyes and ears on high alert as he followed her along the span of the bridge.
Honestly, he wasn't surprised at all that it was in need of repairs. On his travels, he'd noticed the cracks and crumbles of the stone; a large chunk of it was even whisked away to the outskirts of the kingdom before he and Midna found and returned it. In its current state, it was likely not safe to use for much longer.
But it was a bit difficult to focus on the bridge and its durability. It was a rare thing for them to spend their days together, she with her council and he with the knights. Though he basked in her company, he couldn't quite bring himself to disrupt her work.
She was focused and diligent, analyzing every crack, humming to herself and taking notes at every stop. Hands folded behind his back, he trailed her quietly - save for the few times she threw a question his way - and watched the way her gloved hand grazed the stone, her lips pressed together in thought and the way her body arched when she bent forward.
Then, there was a drop on his shoulder. He raised his head to the glaring sun rays and the brilliant blue sky, unsullied by stormy clouds, and frowned. "Zelda," he said, cutting through the silence, and she hummed in response. "Do you feel something?" She turned to him then, brow raised, and it happened again. "It's raining."
"What?"
"It's-" He paused, momentarily questioning his own sanity before repeating, "It's raining." Before either could deliberate this strange notion, a torrent of rain rippled over them and Zelda gasped, throwing her hands out at the sudden downfall.
Being in the heart of the countryside was in no way a good place to be amidst a sudden storm, but fortunately, Link knew every crevice of the country, and so he grabbed her hand and sprinted forward to the other end of the bridge. Tucking her notes against her chest, she followed blindly, even when he took her to the most crumbled corner and yelled, "Jump!"
Normally, she'd be able to follow without issue, but as she landed on the wet and uneven chunk of stone, her heel slipped. Zelda let out a short scream as the image of plummeting to her death flashed through her mind, before she felt Link's hands envelop her waist and pull her to him.
She pressed herself to his chest, trembling, and let out a shaky sigh. Her heart was racing and she was soaked, her hair and clothes saturated with the onslaught of rain. Link was in no better state: his blond hair was darkened to a caramel brown and water dripped from the hem of his clothes.
"Are you o-?" When she peeled her head from his chest, their eyes met and the words died in his throat, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks.
It was the way her dark wet hair pasted to her skin, against her flushed cheeks and fair shoulders, while a few stray aways curled around her temples. Her clothes clung to her chest, heavy and laden and latched onto his. It was the way her lips were red and her breath was hot that made his pulse thrum against his wrist.
Zelda caught his slip-up, naturally - easily, and searched him carefully. And it took less than precisely two seconds for her to realize why. His heated gaze found her cleavage, unconscious and swift. Had she looked a moment later, she might've missed it. He realized he'd been caught by the time their eyes met, his cheeks terribly flustered and eyes wide. He swallowed and her breath caught.
It would be terribly improper to get carried away. And yet -
Their lips met in a frenzy. Should they have given it a second thought, they might've realized how absurd it was. Two warriors stranded in the middle of the countryside, chilled to the bone, and this was what they came up with.
But her back hit the wall, her hips pinned to the stone, and neither of them really thought twice. His body rolled against hers, each thrust sending a surge of heat through her body. "Link," she breathed before kissing him again, grabbing hold of his shoulders, and drawing him closer. "We shouldn't."
"I know," Link growled, staring into her eyes with startling hunger before kissing her again and then scattering a dozen more kisses across her jaw. Zelda moaned, throwing her head back against the stone.
His lips travelled to her neck, drinking up the raindrops that lingered. She was panting softly but it rang like thunder in his ears. His hands cupped her waist, rolling encouragingly in his grip, as his tongue followed the rivulets that trickled down her chest.
The fabric of her dress clung to her skin, following every curve of her body, and he couldn't resist. Everything she did was so addictive, so exhilarating; every pant sent a shudder down his spine, every taste leaving him breathless.
Holding him by the shoulders, as firm as the rocks of Death Mountain, she squeezed a little tighter when he fell to a knee. Link looked up at her with an intensity in his eyes that made her shiver. His wet bangs fixed to his forehead, the ends draping over his wild eyes and shedding droplets of water. "You're so beautiful." The heat of his palms burned through her skin, his fingertips pressing into her in a way that told her he wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Lovingly, Zelda pushed aside the bangs and cupped his cheeks. "Touch me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite the downpour, he heard her command loud and clear.
One hand gripped her sleeve from behind and pulled it down with a few short tugs. He had to work a little harder to remove her stay, but it soon slackened around her body, revealing a fair bit of her breasts. His eyes met hers again, finding no timidity or shame in them. Zelda bore herself to him with dignity, basking in his gaze, and he smiled. His tongue found her nipple and she gasped breathlessly, watching him devour her like a forbidden fruit. The taste of the rainwater mixed with her sweat, salty and cold, was revitalizing.
Meanwhile, Link gathered up her skirts, suddenly grateful that she'd chosen something sensible to wear for their short trip rather than the typical layers of fabric she was accustomed to. Rubbing the heel of his palm against her, she let out a cry, her head tossing against the wall, and matched his rhythm with small, keen thrusts of her hips.
"Link, please just-" Her words fell on a paticularly loud gasp when he tucked his hand into her panties, where she wanted him. "Yes." His fingers hooked into her before thrusting deep and measured, and it left her mouth gaping.
Her fingers fanned over the sides of his neck and tilted his jaw upwards, pulling on him like the reins of a stead so that their eyes might meet. His gaze was staved, droplets of rainwater dripping from his hair and following the seam of his gaping mouth. Just the way that he touched her, deep but slow, hungry but savouring, showed her how much he loved her. Every kiss was indulgent, every touch reverent; the intensity in which Link wanted her made her body tremor.
She moaned, locking her fingers at the back of his neck and pulling him up to kiss her frantically. He made a noise from the sudden collision of their mouths and his movements in her faltered for just a moment. But her kiss encouraged him to quicken his pace and lean forward, pressing his body tight against hers so that their wet clothes clung together yet again.
Taken off guard from the sudden change of pace, she broke the kiss and clapped a hand over her mouth, moaning brokenly from her throat, and it made his stomach lurch. Her voice, her pleasure, it all too much; he couldn't stand it anymore. His pulse went into overdrive and he suddenly pulled away.
Tucking his hands beneath her, he lifted her clear off the ground, his years of being a goat herder finally paying off. She gasped, grabbing hold of him to steady herself, and he flashed her a wolfish grin, his wild eyes shimmering with laughter. Even then, in the peak of their pleasure and the depths of their deprivation, he was himself: handsome and rugged, yet charming and boyish.
Pressing her further against the wall for stability, he freed himself from his trousers, and as her ankles locked behind him, he entered her in one swift thrust. Zelda cried out, her voice getting lost to the heavy rain.
He moved within her with slow but deliberate movements, punctuated with soft grunts in her ear. One of his hands held her steady and the other cupped her cheek – tender as always but just a little bit rough, a little bit desperate. It shot a jolt of electricity through her entire body, settling in the place they connected. "Please," she begged, "don't stop."
"I won't." His words were unfaltering, his voice a low tenor, and it made her whimper. Her muscles clenched around him, unwilling to let go, and she wrenched his head back to catch his lips, drinking him in with open-mouthed kisses. Each time they parted, she noted the frustration and want in his face, his eyes clouded and lost in hers.
His patience was thinning by the moment, his want mounting to an apex, and Zelda felt it as his hips snapped against her, desperate and heady. Needing to feel her pulse against him, he dropped his hand from her cheek and snaked it between them, rubbing her where she needed it the most, and she gasped. "Link…!" Her toes curled in her boots, enthralled by his brazen ways. "Link, I'll-"
"I know." She stilled for a moment as her entire body went taut, curling up against him and gripping his shoulders for dear life. He buried his face against her neck and murmured, "Zelda." Tracing the expanse of her neck with his lips, he drank up the raindrops gathered in her collarbone, and she angled her head to help.
Every sensation, his tongue, his fingers, his member inside her, sparked something inside her, setting her on fire despite her drenched clothes. She coiled her arms around his neck and cried out against his shoulder, clinging onto him as her orgasm came over her. It coursed through her in ripples, causing her to spasm against him and cry out in pleasure.
It only revigorated him, hastening his thrusts into her tight passage, deep and desperate. Retracting his hand from between them, he reached behind her and gripped the wet locks of her hair sitting heavily against her back. Zelda cried out again from the lewdness, amplified by his rough and desperate rutting and his orgasm ripped through him, sharp and sudden. His cry was muffled against her neck and drowned out by the rain still pouring outside.
There was a still moment as their shudders died down and the rainfall gradually replaced the ringing in their ears. Even as Link gently set her down, his lips continued their journey across her neck, just indulging in her taste and smell, permeated with sweat and rainwater, and the warmth radiating off her.
"That was..." Zelda started breathlessly, "unexpected."
A flustered chuckle escaped from him and he separated far enough to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's just-" He licked his lips. "You...I've never seen you like that."
"Like what?"
"So wet." Her eyes widened and he winced, realizing it sounded way different than he had in mind. "No, I mean - Not like that..."
Zelda laughed a little, shaking her head, and leaned in to kiss his reddening cheek. "I know what you mean. You were quite tempting yourself." And when his blush deepened, she kissed him again.