The Both Of Us | Zelink X The Last Of Us

Chapter Thirty-Two

Zelda's pov

All of the emotions from last night come crashing back when I wake up next to Link. He told me he loved me and it hasn't fully sunk in yet. I do know I don't want to think about how this ends. I've learned how cruel the world is when it comes to love and comfort. This isn't a heartbreak I think I could handle.

I'm facing away from him but my naked body is completely pressed against his, his arms wrapped around me holding me close. His face is against my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin rhythmically. It's easy to pretend we're normal adults right now. I wish it were true.

He starts kissing down my neck to my shoulder and back up again. He places the kisses slowly and deliberately, a softness I'm not used to coming from him. His rough hands move across my body again, gripping occasionally on my soft areas.

"You awake?" His voice is gravelly like his grunts and moans from last night are making it difficult for him to talk.

"Mhm." There's no space between us but that doesn't stop me from trying. I scooch back into him and he grabs one of my breasts. He groans a little against my neck and it takes me a second until I feel why. He wants me again.

He pulls my hips towards him while nibbling all my sensitive spots on my neck, making me smile. He's not being rough like he was last night and as much as I liked it, this is nice too. He knows when to be gentle and when not to be and I love both.

I feel him pressing against me. "Can I?" I nod and tense up a little when he pushes into me. He left me sore from last night.

One of his hands dips between my thighs again, rubbing me slowly, the opposite of what he did to me yesterday but I crave him all the same. I smile again as I let out a light moan and I grip the blanket.

"I meant what I said last night," he grunts, his voice interrupted by the occasional huff of pleasure. "About loving you. I shouldn't." Neither of us should.

"What if I told you I loved you back?" I breathe with my eyes closed. He's making it hard to think as he moves in me without fully pulling out, the pressure agonizingly perfect.

"Then you're as stupid as I am." I'd rather be stupid than not have him.

He flips us without pulling out so I'm lying flat and he's over me, his stomach against my back. I feel the cool metal of his dogs tags brushing against the skin between my shoulder blades. He moves a little faster now without being rough. My moans are more like quiet sighs rather than yells of ecstasy. The pleasure is building up slowly as a honeyed heat deep in my belly.

"Fuck," he moans under his breath. He slows down slightly, trying to hold himself back as he reaches between my thighs again, pushing me towards my paradise.

I feel so perfect under him. Loved. It's a connection I've never gotten to share until now. With him of all people. His heart has been in pieces, bleeding, waiting to fall apart completely and now I'm cradling it. Despite everything he's done and who he is, loving him feels right.

I grip the sheets as the heat spills over, making my breath catch in my throat as the pleasure washes through me in calm waves. I want to stay in this room, in this moment with him. It feels as though nothing bad can happen here if we just stay.

He leans down, his breath heavy with each thrust. "You feel so good," he breathes in my ear. "I didn't know how badly I needed you." I didn't know how badly I needed him either. He has something I was missing all along.

He finishes in me and takes a moment to breathe before he sits up. I'm not ready to end this. I push myself up and turn around, kissing him softly but with a passion. I don't want to lose this yet. Not when I know what comes after.

He tilts his head as he kisses me back, parting his lips, his nose brushing across my cheek. In one swift movement, he pulls me into his lap, gripping my hips. It's not long until I feel him harden again. I position myself over him and lower my hips, making him groan into my mouth. He traces his fingers down my spine, pulling my body close and burying his face into my shoulder as I bounce slowly, feeling every inch of him. I tangle my fingers in his hair and his strong arms tighten around me, crushing me against his body as he moans quietly into my shoulder. It's all so perfect with nothing between us except sweat and words we can't seem to say.

The jarring sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway makes my body jolt. My back is to the door and I turn my head around, Link covering me with his large hands, and find Urbosa leaning against the frame, her muscular arms crossed, her face a mix of amusement and confusion. All the blood in my body rushes to my face. We're in the middle of having sex, the worst part being I have no idea how long she's been standing there.

"Do you mind?" Link snaps and I'm reminded he doesn't act gentle with anyone but me.

"I do mind actually. You're getting my sheets dirty." If it was possible to turn a darker shade of red, I would have.

"Respectfully fuck off," he growls, in no way meaning respect.

"I was only coming to check on Zelda and get her something to eat." She starts to turn but stops. "Strip the bed when you're done."

My face is burning when she leaves. It was like getting caught by my mother. Link however, seems unbothered as if it was a minor inconvenience.

"Anyway," he says, his voice returning to the same wicked tone as last night. He quickly lays me down on the bed. "I'm not done fucking you yet." He throws my legs over his shoulders to finish us both off.

***

Urbosa finds me after we've both eaten. We were about to go replenish our supply of bullets and I wouldn't be surprised if a few new knives caught Link's attention.

"You go on ahead," she says to Link as more of an order than a suggestion. "She'll be fine with me." He casts a quick glance at me before walking down the snowy street. We walk in the opposite direction. I refuse to start the conversation due to how she found me this morning, tangled with Link.

"I see you worked it out," she chuckles.

I tug at my sleeve. "I guess so."

"I'd still caution you. Just because you have feelings for each other doesn't mean he's a changed man. He's still violent, reckless, and unpredictable." In other words, he's still crazy.

"I know..." I know all too well how crazy he can be.

"Tread carefully little bird, heartbreak is all too common and none of our lives are guaranteed." What would losing him do to me? "My offer still stands, you know. You're both welcome to stay and make a life here."

I give her a small, hopeful smile. "Thank you but I've been apart from my father for too long. He's waiting for me and I can't leave him with the worries when I don't show up."

"I understand." She places a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Just know you are always welcome here."

***

Equipped with plenty of supplies for the rest of the trip and a horse, we're ready to leave. Considering how the beginning of our trip went, I'm not hopeful for the last stretch. Part of me wants to stay here. But I can't do that.

"Anything happens to her boy and I'll hunt you down myself," Urbosa warns Link, her usual playful tone nowhere to be found.

"I'd die first." He mounts our brown and white horse. "And you know I refuse to die."

"That you do." She smiles a little. She pulls me into a hug and I almost regret leaving. It'd be like having a mother here. But I'd be trading Father for her. "Keep him out of trouble, little bird."

I glance up at the crazy, rough, loving man waiting for me on the horse. "I think I've found that I like a little bit of trouble." The smallest of smirks pulls at his lips. He is the trouble. "Goodbye Urbosa. I hope to see you again someday." And I truly mean it.