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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.

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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."

"Oh, it's magic," Zelda said awkwardly. "So that I can't be forcibly disrobed. Extra layer of protection."

She murmured a few words and melted her clothes away.

Erik gasped when his hands went from the armour on her back to straight skin. He took a second to pass his hand from her back to her arm and then stood back to check his own impressions. Once he did, and he was treated with the image of her body, bared to his eyes, he had to take a breath to steady himself. Lack of blood in his brain tended to make it hard to form sentences.

"I think that's m'favourite thing ye've done yet with yer gift."

"And the simplest. Making clothing disappear is hardly difficult," she teased. Zelda grinned at him.

"Am I pleasing to you, at least?"

Pleasing? God's teeth, she was so pleasing he'd nearly embarrassed himself like an untried lad at first sight of her body before him.

"Aye lass," he said, his voice sounding like a bucket dragged over a pebble-strewn path. "Ye please me. And now, I'm after pleasin ye."

With his eyes on hers, he placed his hands at the flare of her hips then slowly, very slowly, moved them in and up until his palms covered her breasts, thumbs brushing two rosy tips to bring them to peak.

Zelda tipped her head back and let out a sigh that was nothing but pure pleasure. Erik knew how best to touch her which was amazing, because Zelda did not even know these things about herself.

She slid her hand into his hair, curling her fingers against his scalp. "You're brilliant."

"Love," he breathed, blue eyes nearly black with the need and lust filling him near to overflowing, "ye've seen nothing yet."

His fingers still busy on her breasts, Erik found her lips again, teasing them open in a deep kiss before peeling his mouth away, Several open-mouthed kisses along her throat later, he began drifting lower. He cupped a single breast in the palm of one hand and brought it to his lips, drawing the peaked nipple deep into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth.

He had been more than truthful that she had not seen the breadth of his experience and Zelda gasped, arching a little to put her breast that much closer to his mouth. She did not know if she could trust herself to keep pure, not when he kissed her like this.

Content for now, Erik spent equal time on both breasts, moving his mouth from one to the other, then back to her mouth as his hands kneaded the soft flesh and fingertips plucked at her taut nipples. "Ye taste as delicious as I thought," he groaned against her ear. "How do ye feel?"

"Like I might catch fire," Zelda whispered. She felt like her cheeks and chest were burning bright red and she hoped that Erik didn't mind it.

"Is that how I am supposed to feel?"

Erik didn't mind in the slightest, far from it. In fact, he found the flush of her skin even more arousing than he would a serving wench's bawdy tongue whispering wickedness into his ear. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about his arousal, though; it was all about hers.

"Aye, lass, it is," he agreed, licking a path from earlobe to collarbone and back up again to whisper against her lips. A second before he took her mouth, his thigh worked between hers, pressing against her core. "Until ye explode for me."

"I want to burn for you," Zelda agreed. She was well on her way, if how she felt now was any indication and she hoped that it was as pleasurable for Erik as it was for her.

"I want to make you burn for me too."

"Ach," Erik groaned at the mental images that projected, and nothing they'd be exploring now. Much as he might want it, he wasn't about to force a virgin's hand to his throbbing cock. Not if he didn't want her runnin screaming from the room.

"We'll get t'that," he said instead, starting to kiss down along her throat, lowering slowly as he kissed down the valley between her breasts and swirled his tongue around her navel.

"Hopefully soon," Zelda said, smiling a little. "I love to learn new things and I think you have much to teach me in this art."

Zelda did not want to be a silent recipient. She wanted to participate fully in this particular dance.

"Later, love."

He couldn't think about that, not now, or he'd have her on her back with his cock buried inside her before she could blink. Instead, he focused on the soft cream of her belly, the feel of her hips in his hands, and the sweet smell of her arousal filling his nose. Down onto his knees before her now, he skimmed his hands down the outside of her thighs then back up the insides. His fingers paused just at the soft, blonde curls guarding her. "So beautiful."

"Even there?" It was an awkward place, Zelda thought, but she trusted that Erik knew better about these things than she did. She was untried and inexperienced.