[ Snorting at the idea of Snotlout standing the remotest of chances with Astrid, he pushes his cousin and ex from his mind as he rolls Heather onto her back and looms over her all the better to palm up her side, kissing her harder in return. When he groans somewhere in his throat, Hiccup takes his lips down her jaw and neck, sucking wetly on the join of a shoulder. Make outs? Make outs. ]
Gods, you smell so good ...
[ His knee bends and he lets the weight of his thigh press up between her legs, constant and firm if she wants to move against him. ]
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Gods, you smell so good ...
[ His knee bends and he lets the weight of his thigh press up between her legs, constant and firm if she wants to move against him. ]