Mountaintops!

His motions were a subtle but steady pushing, an undulation of that warm frame behind her. His steady hand just over her hip was dimpling her nightshift and soft bellyflesh somewhat all together; the pressure was like the first of a line of dominoes, and Zelda bit her lip as heat woke to life between her thighs. His breaths came shorter against her ear, tightening the strings of her own flush, and Zelda began to pant as quietly as possible, wistfully curling her spine a degree and folding her knees together. A pinpoint of desire had focused itself at her core, Zelda felt keenly she ought to shout out and awaken him, but something unspoken held her back.

[Link and Zelda are on the last leg of their tour of the Sacred Spring, and shelter overnight upon the mountain.]