[ the gentleness is at odds with how she holds him, even with her grip loose and resting against his neck, distracted by the stretch of Hiccup sheathing inside her. she winces, but where she may have let her gaze sweep down (taken by the moment) if the circumstances were different, she keeps her attention on his face until he rolls up and it forces their pelvises together. only then does the sensation force her to close her eyes with a soft sound.
it would be a sign of weakness, if she couldn't count how many times they'd done this dance without following through, and she later may wonder if it was Hiccup's turning that encouraged her to throw caution to the wind and let them get to this point. if they'll see the bruises on her skin, on her mouth and her limbs, know she has bruises on her thighs where he's gripped her too tight and think she, too, was a traitor.
instead, her mouth opens and she hisses and rolls against him, defiant to his gaze but refusing to let it make her bashful. ]
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it would be a sign of weakness, if she couldn't count how many times they'd done this dance without following through, and she later may wonder if it was Hiccup's turning that encouraged her to throw caution to the wind and let them get to this point. if they'll see the bruises on her skin, on her mouth and her limbs, know she has bruises on her thighs where he's gripped her too tight and think she, too, was a traitor.
instead, her mouth opens and she hisses and rolls against him, defiant to his gaze but refusing to let it make her bashful. ]