[ as though by reflex to the sound, Merida growls back at him. her hands readjust, and a reflection of the grip he lays on her thighs she tangles her fingers into the shadows of his hair, as though the hold might keep him pinned. whether or not Hiccup decided this position was something he wasn't interested in, her own desire, decision to come to this point as made her opinion clear.
she grunts, a sound that shudders out of her and where he rocks up she rolls her hips. her knees push against the furs, skirts whispering against the soft fabric with each undulation, and she leans forward to dig her teeth into his lip, tugging to encourage him to open his mouth so she might plunder it again. ]
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she grunts, a sound that shudders out of her and where he rocks up she rolls her hips. her knees push against the furs, skirts whispering against the soft fabric with each undulation, and she leans forward to dig her teeth into his lip, tugging to encourage him to open his mouth so she might plunder it again. ]