Unbelievable. Utterly ridiculous, even.

Hands resting on her hips, Zelda looked at the big box sitting on the pavement. The Goron who dropped it off called her down to sign delivery papers, and all so quickly excused himself and drove off. How he managed to get into his giant truck and drive off with it so quickly was beyond her understanding. Too quick for her to even process what exactly she signed for. He didn't hand her anything, so when she stepped outside, she saw the box beside the entrance.

She nudged it. It barely moved. Heavier than it looked. She pushed with more force and managed to slightly rotate it in the same spot. What did she order that was this heavy? It could be anything. She officially moved into this rental apartment building merely a few days ago. Before the move, she had ordered a bunch of new furniture for a new start. Most of the bigger stuff already arrived earlier and had been carried up to her unit by the workers her father hired.

Her unit on the fourth floor. She looked back to the damned box. She had to get it up to the fourth floor.

It was an older building, it didn't have an elevator. She'll be fine. She didn't mind walking stairs. She was fit. Didn't need that luxury of potentially becoming lazy by taking the lift.

Absolute fool.

Calling her father and asking to send someone for a single Hylia-forsaken box was out of the question. She could simply open it and carry piece by piece. It would take longer, but it sounded better than to try and lift the heavy package and ruin her back.

Just as she pulled out her keys to cut the tape she heard footsteps come to a stop beside her.

"You good?" A gentle, male voice asked.

No, she wasn't. "Yes. " She still didn't look up to him, hoping he would leave her be, so she could shamefully bring her furniture up to her place in pieces.

"Y'sure?"

She straightened her back with a sigh and turned to him. His eyes pierced right through her as he watched her, patiently waiting for another response. His hair looked soft as the wind ruffled through unkempt bangs, faint signs of freckles covered his face, and his blond, unshaven facial hair was barely visible. He was stunning.

He nodded down to the box, his sudden movements pulled her out of her trance. "You've been here for prob'ly five minutes."

She felt silly and juvenile with how easily she forgot why she'd been standing here in the first place. Even worse he apparently had his eyes on her for a while.

"Have you been watching me?"

He nodded down the street in another lazy manner. "Saw you when I drove past, parked my car, and you're still here."

She looked in the direction he nodded towards. All kinds of cars were parked at the curbs, barely leaving any room to squeeze in between. The line of vehicles went on and about the curves and corners of the streets, disappearing behind buildings.

"Which car?"

"Blue pick-up."

"I don't see a blue pick-up."

"Exactly."

Zelda looked back to him. "And you walked all the way over because you saw me?"

"I live here," he said in a dry tone.

When he turned away from her she took note of his clothing for the first time. A dark blue, short-sleeved shirt tugged into a pair of worn-out jeans, dirty from, hopefully, dried mud, and boots in the same state. If she had to guess then she'd say he just came home from work. Whatever his job was, he probably had to work physical labour when she looked at his physique. She had to physically restrain herself from staring at his arms when he kneeled and started to fiddle with the bottom of her box.

But before she could shoo him off, he spoke up again, "though, I haven't seen you 'round here before."

"I just moved in a few days ago. Listen you really don't have to—"

In a swift movement, he stood back up with a grunt and hoisted the box onto his shoulder as best as he could. And as to end the debate, he gestured with his free arm towards the door, leaving her no room than to open it for him.

"Floor?"

"Fourth, excluding the ground floor."

He turned halfway on his way to the stairs. "Were you tryin' to get this up there by y'self? This is heavy, the fuck did you buy?"

She ignored the foul language and nudged him gently to urge him on. "I am aware. And I don't know, the deliverer simply dropped this off and left me alone with this."

He chuckled under his breath. "Forgot to mention you wanted this delivered up to your door when you ordered it?"

She deliberately ignored the mocking tone in his voice, even when she was otherwise absolutely charmed by his dialect and his warm and comfortable voice. Potty mouth included.

"I didn't know it was necessary. I thought it was obvious that one wouldn't want to carry a heavy package up seven flights of stairs."

"For all they know, you coulda been a Goron."

"Well, I am not."

"Y'sure? Might as well be rocks in here and you ordered dinner."

And here she thought he was a nine out of ten; only being a nine for the teasing earlier. He was an eight out of ten now.

They grew silent as they made their way up. With him walking ahead, it gave her a good view of his backside, his shirt appeared even darker from the damp spot across his back. He probably worked all day, built up a sweat, and looked forward to get clean and enjoy the rest of the evening. Instead, he gave himself more work by helping her without even thinking twice, despite her refusal. Maybe he was a nine out of ten again.

As she watched the box move along with his movement, she still wondered what was inside, she didn't get to open it yet. It wasn't rattling or clanking, didn't seem like electronics or any appliances.

"Maybe my shelf?"

"What 'bout yourself?"

She pretended not to hear his humoured huff. "A bookshelf. I don't remember what I could've ordered that might be heavy."

"Is it wooden?"

"I suppose."

"Suppose? You bought it, didn't you? Ain't checked what it's made of?"

"What else would a shelf be made out of?"

"Glass. Metal. Box of a shelf someone didn't manage to unpack, so crap just gets placed on top. Different types of woods, like plywood or chipboard–hope you didn't get that, though."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Looks like shit."

A soft laughter escaped her from his matter-of-fact serious tone mingled with his casual use of swear words.

"Hardwood is good for shelves. Should be strong and sag-resistant for books 'n shit. Maybe oak or maple, they're heavy when dense," he said, almost more to himself. And Zelda felt weird to admit that listening to someone, she didn't even really know yet talk about types of woods and their suitability for a potential shelf, stirred something in her. Immensely so. Considering his rather blunt manner of speaking, and silly teasing, he still seemed to know what he was talking about. Maybe she should ask him what types of wood were best suited for her bed slats.

She almost walked into him as he simply stood there, looking like he was waiting. She realised they had come to a stop on her floor.

"Oh, why didn't you say something? Let's bring it inside before your arm falls off," she said and walked to her door, her keys jingling as she fiddled with the lock.

She stepped inside and gestured to the floor next to the entrance. He followed and carefully placed the box, then shook his arm to get the blood flowing again.

"Need help putting it together?"

"No no! You've done more than enough." She smiled. "Thank you, that was very sweet of you."

He waved her off and walked out the door but turned back to her, pointing downward. "Don't hesitate to drop by if you need help. Live just one right below."

"Noted it. At what times are you mostly free, just in case?" Her hand fiddled with the door handle, already trying to think what in her home was in urgent need of a handyman.

He thought briefly. "I'm working Monday to Thursday from nine to four, rarely five. Fridays from eight to two. And I'm free on weekends, though I sometimes help out on my parents' ranch."

That might explain his dirty clothes.

"Just come check if I'm there. If not, then my girlfriend might be there and could help you, depends what y'need."

Girlfriend?

Of course, he had a girlfriend. Of course, he was taken. Of course, she was already pining over a nine out of ten guy, a few days after moving in, who just so happened to be her neighbour. Her hand clenched around the door handle as she stared at the now two out of ten. Yet he merely smiled at her, all so gently; he really was just kind, didn't expect anything in return, and wasn't just nice to get into her.

"I will," she said. She won't.

"Great. Enjoy your evening, and your mystery box." With another wave, he left for the stairs and made his way down.

She will not. She will go lie on the next intersection and get run over.

After she closed the door she stared down at the dumb box, now she didn't want to know what was inside anymore.

He couldn't wait to jump into the shower and into clean clothes and do nothing for the rest of the weekend; he's done enough. Link liked his job; he liked animals and loved to take care of them and help them get better. But sometimes there were days that kept rolling over him. People were flooding the veterinary clinic, mostly with smaller issues and concerns that were treated and taken care of quickly; dogs that had gotten into fights with other dogs, with cats, or with porcupines, coming into the clinic with a face full of quills. Cats getting into fights with everything, including the vets. Someone finding out one of their male rabbits was, in fact, female. At least someone came in with a crate full of happy puppies that needed simple check-ups.

Then came noon and, with it, the calls from ranchers and farmers needing check-ups on their livestock. Link was one of the few vets qualified to take on bigger animals, so he was sent out to a local dairy farm to check in for possible pregnancies for every eligible cow. And one cow having a foot problem that didn't want to be treated.

When he drove home, he already feared that he would have difficulties finding a free parking spot close to the building due to him getting off work much later than usual. After he found one, he swore he would not move his car for the next few days. Then he met their new neighbour, who thought she could take care of her little big box problem on her own, even after he offered help. He was glad he didn't listen, or else he might find her still trying to get that box upstairs when he would go back to work. And even though she looked very grateful for his help, she still seemed like someone who didn't like to ask others for help that often. He knew she definitely wouldn't ask him for help with setting up that shelf; he might had to go check on her himself. But not today, he still needed that shower.

"Where do you come from?" Midna asked after she reached the third floor, just as he was unlocking their door. She glanced over to where he had just come down from the fourth. "Missed a floor?"

He let her in and followed close behind. "I helped a neighbour carry up a package. She just moved in." Just as he closed the door they got greeted by their dog, Daisy. The massive dog squeezed herself between them, trying to get attention from both.

"Oh? She? Was she cute?" Midna asked and dropped her purse on the side table right by the leash, and the clinking excited Daisy even more. She giggled when Link turned away and pretended to be busy with Daisy, even when she could still see the reddened tips of his ears. "Aw, so she was!"

She leaned down and planted a kiss on his cheek. "By the way, why are you so dirty?"

"Got pushed around, cows didn't like me today."

"Today? As if they like vets any other day."

"You do."

"You know what? I hope they hurt you."

She walked past him straight to the kitchen and he again followed. He watched her inspect the fridge, but she quickly closed the door again. She turned with her hands on her hips and looked him up and down, knowing he didn't want to do more than he had to.

"I can't be arsed to cook something, we need to go grocery shopping anyway. I'm gonna order something, you go let Slobby out to pee and then take a shower."

"Yes, ma'am."

In the late evening, long after they finished their dinners and had a shower, they rested on the sofa. Daisy somehow managed to fit herself onto the armchair and be comfortable. And Midna was watching one of her overdramatic shows while Link rested his head on her lap, playing games on his phone. She never even liked those shows, but she liked to complain, so Link would rather call it hate-watching. He was enjoying Midna's soft touch as her hand played with his hair when she gradually travelled down his neck and under his shirt. He knew she wasn't paying any attention to the TV anymore as her fingertips traced the contours of his chest, nails faintly grazing his skin as she drew random shapes. She then grabbed a handful of his pec when his shirt hindered her from going lower. Her touch drained the blood from his brain down to his dick, making it harder to concentrate, but he still wasn't done with his game.

"Can't see shit." He raised his phone when her arm blocked his view. But this gave Midna the opportunity to grab it with her other hand, holding it out of his reach. "I ain't finished!"

"Oh, I can see that." She finally pulled her dangerous hand out of his shirt, just to move it down his torso and grasped him over his sweatpants. He felt the warmth of her hand through the thin fabric as she slowly started to rub. "Need help?"

After showering, Link rarely put on any underwear if he was just going to stay home and wear sweatpants, and Midna somehow always knew when he wore any or not, and he knew it did something with her, and every time she would get even more handsy with him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, drinking in the feeling of her hand on his clothed cock. When he opened them again he saw the lust in her eyes. Even when he enjoyed her affectionate treatments, he wouldn't let her have it yet. It was funnier this way.

"I need help with my game."

"Are you fucking dense?" Midna dropped his phone where he couldn't reach it then pulled at the strings of his sweatpants and tried to open the knot, but she worsened it instead. "Why do you tie them like that every time?! I swear, I will get you sweats without any strings!"

When he snickered she gripped him again and held him in a tight squeeze, which shut him up. She then leaned down as close as she physically could and muttered in an almost threatening voice, "I will suck you through your pants if I have to."

The background noises of the television died down as it was turned off, and his head hit the cushion after Midna slipped out from under him and she stared down at the more than obvious erection in his pants and his stupid grin. She fully bent back down to him and properly kissed him. It started soft with the slightest of touches of her lips and hands caressing his face, but her impatience got to her, and it quickly deepened, got hungrier, greedier. She stopped before he could indulge himself too much in it. She gave him another quick squeeze. "C'mon, sweetheart," and walked off to their bedroom.

Entering the room, he saw her already sitting at the edge of the bed, and he approached. He tried grabbing her shirt to undress her but she simply pushed his hands aside and immediately grasped him over his pants again, feeling him up and down. "I meant what I said."

"You really don't have to do that." He untied the knot and was about to pull his pants down, but Midna stopped him, one hand still on his erection.

"Too late," she said in a cheeky tone. She leaned forward and began sucking him by wrapping her lips around his tip as best as she could over the pants. The tent his arousal formed made it easier for her, and the thin fabric allowed the warmth and wetness from her mouth to immediately engulf him.

Taking more of him into her mouth, she tried as best as she could to use her tongue as well, but all she got was a mouthful of the fuzzy fabric. Yet she received a lovely groan before he looked somewhere else. She pulled away, her thumb circling the damp spot caused by her mouth and his arousal. "Look at me. Don't get shy on me now."

He looked back, and she continued with a satisfied hum, watching him like a cougar and made sure he kept his eyes on her. Fortunately, even though he felt her hot mouth sending shockwaves through his loin, the pants were still enough of a barrier to not completely overstimulate him, for a little while at least. Her tongue toyed with his cock, her hands occupied with either holding him still or gratefully caressing his thighs while he held her hair out of her face. With her keeping this fierce eye contact, Link quickly started struggling to keep his composure and not to prematurely blow into his pants, and he felt her mouth form into a grin, with her teeth faintly grazing him when he finally turned his head away once more.

He shut his eyes and took a deep, deep breath, then had to pull away. "Fuck, hold on."

"Already?" Midna laughed, then pulled him back and slowly pecked his tip. "I don't mind."

Link ran his hand over it, gently pushing her face away in the process. "It's all wet now."

"That makes two of us."

As he stared at Midna, trying to find his train of thought, she was back to touching him. This time her hands sneaked their way under his shirt and explored his skin, her fingers following the trail of sandy hair down to the waistband, but he stopped her there. Surprisingly for him, she leaned back on the bed, being patient for once, even if for a short time, and watched him pull off his shirt. He pointed to the middle of the bed and she obeyed without a remark. She grabbed a pillow for her head and laid down, watching his movements as he joined her on the bed. Knowing exactly what he wanted to do, she spread her legs, welcoming him in between them. Grabbing the hem of her loose shirt, Link pushed it up, exposing her tits to the cool air in the room, her chest heaving from the deep breath she took. Thanks to Midna's sensitivity to cold, her previously aroused nipples now have gotten even stiffer and harder. He started slow by teasing them, rubbing each between fingers, occasionally flicking them. He watched her face to see her reaction to each action. She was staring at the ceiling, but quickly clenched her eyes shut, mouth agape, breathing harder, the more he teased her.

She was already so sensitive that it didn't take long for her to wrap her long legs around him and pull him close, signalling him that she needed more. So he leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, drawing moans out of her with sucks and careful bites. And even when he knew exactly what she wanted, he just liked to keep her on edge for a little more.

As he kept tonguing on one nipple, his hand toyed with the other, and she arched her back. In doing so pushing her chest more into him, and he promptly switched and gave her other mound the same treatment. His fingers rolled over the abandoned wet nipple. A gentle whine escaped her throat when she exhaled, which made him chuckle.

"You're so fucking annoying," Midna said and pushed his bangs back to get a better look at him and cupped his face.

He leaned forward and kissed her, and she almost didn't want to let go when he moved back on the mattress, grabbing the waistbands of her pants and panties in the process and pulled them off her beautiful long legs. She wasn't lying, she was drenched. While he admired her glittering sex, Midna took off her shirt and threw it at him to keep him from taking his time. He tossed it onto the floor somewhere, much to her dismay, ignoring her displeased look and impatience and his throbbing cock when he laid down on the mattress, his head between her thighs and his arms hooked around them.

She was so incredibly hot and dripping that she surely was leaving a mess. And when his equally hot tongue came into contact with her she flinched with a gasp from being overly sensitive, her hands immediately finding his hair. Flattening his tongue he slowly licked up her slit, lapping up what he could. From his position, he couldn't see her face, but he could hear her panting and moaning, and that was enough for him. He reached up, once again fondling her tits, fingers rubbing over stiff nipples while his tongue prodded her cunt.

He moved up to her clit, just as hard as her nipples, and gave it all of his attention. He licked, brought his lips around it to suck, her arousal and his spit coating his chin. Her grip on his hair tightened, and her heels dug into his back, practically holding onto him for dear life.

She rolled her hips against his tongue. "Yes, yes, yes, I love you, don't you fucking stop."

He didn't; he kept on his onslaught and wouldn't ever think about stopping now. One of his hands joined him down there, rubbing her clit whenever his mouth vacated it in favour of licking up her slit.

The addition of his thumb on her throbbing nub, his hot mouth, his working tongue, it was too much for her, shooting bursts and shockwaves through her core. She moaned louder, close to a cry, as she came. Link kept his tongue pressed against her as she rode out her orgasm, his hands caressing her abdomen.

Not letting herself time to fully recover, she cupped his face and dragged him up, pulling him into a kiss, sloppy and messy. Still wrapped around him, her legs pushed into him, shoving his groin into hers. Even when her afterglow hadn't worn off she was still being needy.

Midna's legs fell off his sides after he sat back again, her fiery eyes keenly watched as he slid his pants down. When his erection sprang free, she couldn't help but lean forward and wrap her hand fully around him, stroking him slowly and gently. Her hand left his dick and she grabbed his pants to prevent him from pulling them down completely. "They stay on."

He laughed softly. "Yes, ma'am," he said, and went into position between her thighs, cock in hand.

"Good boy."

He stared at her; she was lying back on her elbows, looking back at him. She smiled; she knew what she was doing to him while he was already leaking and throbbing in his hand. He gripped her thighs, holding her firm, so she won't move her legs too much, and ran his length along her slit, making sure to rub her clit as well. Midna fell onto her back again, this time not holding her whines back.

Then he slid in. Painfully slow, drawing more whines out of her. She was burning inside and impossibly wet, slick from before, taking every inch of him with ease until he couldn't go any further. Midna fumbled with her pillow, moaning, and she was trying to move her legs as expected, but his hands kept her in a tight grasp. He was also slow when he slid almost completely back out of her, and she glanced back up at him with a displeased look. He knew she wanted to curse at him, and maybe he would have let her if he wasn't so pent up at this point. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, thrusting back in with a swift motion with a groan from both of them. Tired of wasting any more time, he began pounding.

Midna ended up cussing anyway, not exactly aimed at him, he thought at least. Being pulled back into a kiss he heard her mumble and moan several more I love you's in between his thrusts. He was surprised that he didn't come right after he was inside of her, but Midna was reaching another climax, still sensitive from her prior orgasm. She was rolling her hips against his, the lewd noises of their fucking barely drowned out her breathy moans as they countered his between kisses. Her legs slid off, and he hooked his arms under her knees and just with a few more strokes, she reached her peak; her walls convulsed and clenched around his throbbing cock, slowly pulling him along. She held his face close to hers, still whispering encouragement. I love you. Right there. Keep going.

Good boy.

He didn't even try to fight off his release. She was still shuddering underneath him when it crashed over him as well, and he came with a groan. He stilled deep inside, twitching, pulsating. Midna peppered his jaw with kisses, wiping the sweat off his face, and when he finally sat up, he dropped her legs, rubbing her hips from being bent the whole time.

"Sorry."

"Don't ever apologise for that."

She closed her eyes and wallowed in the feeling of him still inside, but it was short-lived as he pulled out and got off the bed. He momentarily pulled his sweatpants back up to leave the room. The bottom of her thighs felt wet and sticky and she was scared to move, not wanting to make more of a mess. She heard the tap and splashing of water coming from the bathroom, and shortly after he joined her in the bedroom again. His pants looked just as a mess as she felt, and in his hand a washing cloth.

He paused next to the bed right by her side, stared at the sheets, and sighed. "We'll use a towel next time."