[He can't help the chuckle that leaves him as he swallows the high noise coming from her throat, lifting his leg between hers to let her have more of a perch when he realizes what she's doing. His breath leaves him in a rushed whisper, grey hands roaming her curves. Hiccup tilts his head to press kisses along her jaw, letting his teeth scrape the skin there as he lowers his mouth to the slender part of her neck.
His hands lower, helping her lift the fabric of her dress up, fingers trailing up her thighs. A small shudder of heat runs through his veins, and he lifts one of his hands to curl in the hair at the back of her head as he nips at the flesh of her throat, intent on marking her. Briefly he thinks he should shadow travel them to his bedroom deep in the volcano, but that could come later, when he's absolutely sure she wants this.
Not that she's giving him any reason to think that she doesn't, but Merida was never someone to do things by half.]
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His hands lower, helping her lift the fabric of her dress up, fingers trailing up her thighs. A small shudder of heat runs through his veins, and he lifts one of his hands to curl in the hair at the back of her head as he nips at the flesh of her throat, intent on marking her. Briefly he thinks he should shadow travel them to his bedroom deep in the volcano, but that could come later, when he's absolutely sure she wants this.
Not that she's giving him any reason to think that she doesn't, but Merida was never someone to do things by half.]