[ she lets out a shout when she's unceremoniously dropped into the mud, the sudden release taking her enough by surprise that she has no time to even get her feet beneath her before she's slipped, muddied skirts flung onto her waist. whatever counter she'd might want to employ never makes it to action before Hiccup is over him, a dark shadow across the flaming red of her hair, the dirtied fabric of her clothes— but the mess of the rot only seems to make her brighter.
the heels of her boots push against the slop and she forces the crux of her legs purposefully against his hand— erasing whatever doubt he may have had about her desire. reaching one muddy hand down she grabs his belt and yanks him forward, crushing his hand against her sex and his hips against her thighs. ]
Show me, then, dragonrider. [ she snarls up at him, even when her hands slip at his belt buckle, flicking it open with impatience from the fire in her blood ]
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the heels of her boots push against the slop and she forces the crux of her legs purposefully against his hand— erasing whatever doubt he may have had about her desire. reaching one muddy hand down she grabs his belt and yanks him forward, crushing his hand against her sex and his hips against her thighs. ]
Show me, then, dragonrider. [ she snarls up at him, even when her hands slip at his belt buckle, flicking it open with impatience from the fire in her blood ]