all_inclusive | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

There was, incidentally, a training room buried deep within the hotel and it had taken Zelda this long to find it. She usually liked to go out of doors as much as possible as she hated being confined but today she had sought out amusement within the hotel itself; doors were still something that were hit or miss and she hadn't felt like taking the risk today.

It looked nothing like a Hylian training room would look. The equipment was all impossibly modern and several contraptions were so complicated that Zelda did not have any desire to try to learn how to use them. What was of interest were several training dummies that looked remarkably like the ones used by the Hylian army to hone their sword and shield skills. This, she could work with - but not in a dress.

She returned to her room and changed into Sheikah training garb she'd worn all her years as Sheik but decided that she wanted to hone her physical skills in Zelda's body and not effect the change. Not today. It would cause too many questions and produce lies that she was unwilling to keep up for the moment. So much of her life had been trafficked in secrets and the hotel was the one place where Zelda wanted merely to be honest.

The fit was a bit tighter, considering, but Zelda had always been slender no matter which form she took. It would work for her purposes today and she stole back down to the gym to train. She had daggers tucked in her boots and launched an attack, daggers flying into the face of the two dummies to her left and right as she flung herself toward the center one to use fists and feet.

It had been a long, long time since she'd been able to use this particular set of skills.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Zelda had some knowledge about how men and women came together if only because her nursemaid hadn't wanted her to be frightened when she did eventually marry. Still, theoretical knowledge was quite different than being faced with something in person and her breath caught, a little shocked.

"I affect you like that? I've barely done anything at all."

"Lass, just thinkin of ye, the way ye feel in m'arms, the way ye taste when I kiss ye, all of that will do this t'me. But especially when I'm with ye, holdin ye like this."

To emphasize his point, he lowered his mouth and took hers again in a deep, lingering kiss.

When Zelda kissed him, the only way she could describe it was longing. It was like feasting at a table where she could only reach bits and scraps of the food and each bite made her greedy for more - only she couldn't reach it. She wrapped her arms around Erik's neck and tried to get that much closer, absolutely desperate.

If she affected him so strongly, surely he must know how he affected her.

Still lost in the kiss, Erik let his hands roam. Back to sides, fingers brushing in deeper to edges of her breasts a few times before filling his palm and giving her a soft, gentle squeeze. At the same time, he shifted his stance just enough to press his thigh between hers, right against her core, on alert for any sign his advances were making her uncomfortable.

Zelda had never been touched like this before and while it was absolutely wonderful, it predicated a need to move to somewhere more private lest she end up embarrassing herself. She pulled her mouth away just slightly and looked into his eyes.

"We should be somewhere private," she murmured. "Yes?"

That stilled Erik's hands and lips, unused to being in such public situations...around so many people. "Aye, we should."

He'd have to get his brain working again first, though; something he was having trouble with at the moment.

"I do not know whose rooms will be better," Zelda said. She had no experience with this sort of thing and had no idea if she should be offering her rooms or if she should go with him to his.

"Or...we could go back to our beach and ship? It was private there."

"If there was a way t'bar anyone else, I'd say yes, but I won't compromise ye that way any more than I will any other way. We can go t'my room. It's not that far and I think I can keep m'hands t'myself that long."

He stepped away but slipped his hand into hers. "Do ye need t'collect yer knives first?"

"Yes," Zelda said, absently flicking her fingers and drawing the knives to her with magic without even thinking about performing such a trick in front of him. Once she realized what she'd done, however, she felt her skin go hot from fear and not from arousal. Would he think that she was something dangerous now and not want to take her to bed?

Erik paused with his hand on the door, watching the knives fly through the air and into her hand. In that instant, his attention shifted at once from getting her to his room to figuring out what just happened.

"Zelda?" he said softly, the question clear in his voice.

"All the women of my line are gifted," Zelda explained, tucking the knives back in their sheathes and trying to think of the best way to explain this to him. "I am exceptionally powerful. It was something I had hoped to hide but desire made me lose my head and I did not think to conceal it. I am sorry if I frightened you."

Erik shook his head. "Ye didn't, lass. M'stunned more'n anythin. I've never seen the like. Well, not with objects movin and such, but one of m'brothers in arms knows things, things no man should be able t'know. Like that an attack is goin t'happen minutes b'fore it does."

"I can as well," Zelda said, recognizing that gift.

"Though only in moments of extreme peril. I cannot divine anything mundane."

"I can as well," Zelda said, recognizing that gift.

"Though only in moments of extreme peril. I cannot divine anything mundane."

"He's much the same," Erik nodded, "but I'm bettin he wished he had yer skills, since he's bollocks with a sword. Which would earn me a sword t'm'throat if he ever heard me say such."

He laughed then and slipped his hand into Zelda's. "Do ye have everythin ye need?"

Zelda squeezed his hand. "I do, especially now that I am unburdened of my terrible secret and you still chose to put your hand in mine. I know that human nature is such to hate what they do not understand and I am glad you have not done this."

"Maybe it's the Norse in me? Or the Highlander. Or livin on an island. I'm strong-willed, but not enough to discount somethin that'd serve well in a fight, no matter the source of it. It's a part of ye, lass, and that's enough for me." He leaned in once to kiss her forehead.

"It is a part of me," she agreed, coloring slightly and smiling because she felt cherished and wanted and needed for a reason other than her name and high birth.

"I wish to share other parts of me with you, though, and we need privacy for that."

That returned a smile to Erik's lips, one that looked just a little like a leer. "So ye said, and so we do."

With his hand tight in hers, he led her from the gym and towards the room he'd claimed.

Zelda had never been in a man's bed before and she was unsure of what to expect, actually. Erik's room was a different style than hers, more simple, but still a bed dominated the furniture.

"Will you teach me everything you know?"

"I will teach you everything I can," Erik corrected with a smile, taking his sword sheath and laying it on the dresser.

He turned back to her and crossed the distance in a few strides. Despite his lack of experience with untried lasses, he suspected that nerves might be playing a part in her question. Instead of speaking more, he took her face in his hands again and kissed her deeply.

Zelda loved to kiss him. Kissing Erik felt like have sunshine captured in her palm and held close and she always felt warm and wonderful afterward. She pulled away just enough to speak.

"Please tell me there will be plenty of kissing?"

"There will be kissing," Erik whispered, "a lot of kissing."

His fingertips trailed from her throat to her collarbone, his lips following that path. "And in a lot of different places."

It had never occurred to Zelda to kiss in places other than her mouth and the idea of it intrigued her like nothing else. She gently threaded her hands through his hair and sighed.

"More? Please?"

"All you want, m"lady," Erik responded, moving his lips back up her throat while his hands roamed over back and chest. He growled, a soft, low sound, when he couldn't find how to reach skin. "Can ye give me a hint, love? I'm used t'cloth and wool."