Hiccup shifted in his sleep, his dreams wonderfully warm and tingly as beautiful women of all sorts touched and teased him. The pleasant feeling of warm lips wrapped around him felt so unbelievably real. He looked down to see which of the beauties was doing such a wonderful job when a flash of bright light roused him from his sleep. He groaned and shielded his eyes from the sun that spilled through the curtains...but the warm softness of lips on his cock didn't stop.

He looked down to see a wash of raven hair splayed over his lap and traveling down a lean, pale back. He groaned again, the mass of hair bobbing up and down. He gripped the sheets as his toes curled and his eyes rolled back into his head, grunting as a rush of fluid ejected itself into the waiting mouth of the girl with the head in his lap.

"Fuck" he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Hell of a way to wake a guy up."

"You're welcome" the girl said, looking up. "Had to find a way to thank you for the amazing sex last night, and I'm a shitty cook."

He shrugged, "Couldn't have been that good, and there's no food out there anyway."

"Seriously, best lay I've had in months. Most guys here thinks size is all that matters" she said with a giggle, crawling her beautiful naked body up the bed. God she was gorgeous, all pale perfect skin, utterly hairless except for the beautiful black strands cascading down her shoulders, and the curly black patch on her mound. "When all the girls know it's substance over circumference." She giggled and kissed him, then stood up. "If you ever wanna hook up again, my name's Heather. You can find me in the math lab most days." She winked at him and scribbled what he assumed was her number on a sheet of paper on his desk. She dressed quickly and left without much small talk, leaving Hiccup to bask in the awesome morning and the epic night he only kind of remembered.

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Psych was such a boring class. Total waste of time Astrid could be using to be on the field, or in the weight room, or anywhere but here. Getting better, getting faster, hitting harder, and running faster. Such a waist. But she had to have the credits to play, and the easier the class the better. Easy classes meant easy A's which meant a high GPA which meant she got to play. But still, this was torture. And the brunet a row in front of her wasn't helping.

The fucker was asleep. Snoring like he was snoozing in his bed on a Sunday afternoon.

"Asshole" she muttered under her breath.

When the bell finally rang she made a break for the library and the coffee shop, she desperately needed a shot or two of espresso. The line was huge, almost out the door, and it made her scowl, stepping to the back. She checked her watch, only twelve minutes before her next class started. That should be plenty of time...right?

Two minutes passed and the line hadn't moved, she leaned to her left to see what the holdup was, and scoffed. That same kid from psych was holding up the line with his order. How had he gotten there ahead of her, hadn't he been asleep? What was he doing anyway, getting sixteen drinks? When he finally stepped off, his order taken, the line started to move normally again. Still, Astrid was almost late, running the last few feet and slipping in as the hall doors closed and left.

History was slightly less boring, if only because their professor was actually good at his job, but no less meaningless to Astrid, aside from the grade. Which had been posted after last Friday's midterm, as the professor was explaining. Astrid scanned the results after class, looking for her student number. She smiled at the grade, 98%, second highest in the whole class. Not a perfect score but more than satisfactory. And with only one other student to beat her, probably a history major anyway. Finally the day was looking up.

A body next to her made her turn. It was the boy from earlier checking his grades. He smiled, finger on what she guessed was his own number, and walked away. Astrid watched him leave then found his number. 100%, a perfect score.

"Oh you have got to be shitting me" she said aloud, drawing some odd looks from a few students studying in the hallway, waiting for the next class to start. She shot them a scalding glare and noses disappeared behind books once again.

By lunch Astrid was fuming, who was this guy to just sweep into her life and ruin her day. Where had he even come from? She had never noticed him before, was someone up stares just tormenting her? She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't see the student in front of her and bumped into him, almost, but not quite, spilling her lunch.

"Hey, would you watch where..." She stopped. "You!" It was the same kid from earlier.

"Yeah, me. And I was watching, how about you not run into people." Astrid was stunned.

"Yeah...we...wha..." He lifted an eyebrow.

This kid was gorgeous!

God this wasn't fair! Why was he so god damned hot?! And why hadn't she noticed? He had been two feet from her not twenty minutes ago. She was so awed by his beauty that she momentarily forgot her ire.

Momentarily.

"You've been nothing but trouble for me all day! Sleeping through Psych, almost making me late for class with coffee and beating me in History. Not...not cool dude." It was all she had, too flustered and tried to come up with anything really cutting.

"Oh?" He frowned, apparently not liking that idea. "Then let me buy you lunch, It's the least I could do."

"Wait...wait. You ruin my day and then expect me to let you buy me lunch? I don't date assholes!"

"Whoa, who said anything about a date, I offered to buy you lunch and…hey! I'm not an asshole."

"So are."

"Arg, whatever. Besides. I offered to buy you lunch, where, when and who you eat it with is up to you."

"Whom" she said, frowning.

"Huh?"

"With whom, ever, not who ever."

"Is that a yes?" He asked, and it's almost hopeful. Almost cute. She frowns and hesitates, letting him stew...and thinking what her dignity was worth.

"Sure." She swears if it hadn't been...a while, she wouldn't be doing this.

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"So? What was it like? Does he have a big dick? Was he circumcised or all natural?" Astrid's roommate was less than tactful.

"It was lunch Ruff, not even a date, just lunch. I didn't fuck him in the bathroom or anything."

"Maaaaan, you're so boring" the other blond whines in her gravelly voice. Astrid rolls her eyes. "Okay, so dirty bathroom sex aside-"

"Which I didn't have" Astrid reminds her.

"Whatever. What's he like?"

"What do you mean what's he like? He's a guy. Six foot, maybe more, red brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. Fucking N7 jacket that I don't get. Seriously what does that even mean?"

"Eh, I think it's a video game thing. Tuff wouldn't shut up about it, like, two years ago."

"Really? I thought it might have been an engineering thing. Oh, he's an Engineering major."

"Duh and or hello, what about him?"

"What do you want to hear? He's cute, and smart and kinda...unfairly funny."

"How can he be unfairly funny?"

"Because" Astrid laments. "He's all tall and hot and kinda sexy in a dorky, nerdy way and on top of it all he's funny."

"Like, cleaver funny or stupid funny."

"Clever funny. Like…really…charmingly clever funny." It felt like she was blushing, was she blushing? She really, really wished she wasn't blushing.

"As your best friend and roommate, I highly suggest you fuck this guy immediately. And none of that kid stuff either."

"Ruff."

"I mean ball slappy, cock sucking, pussy splooshing-"

"Ruff!"

"Nail scratching, toe curling, mind blowing-"

"Ruff!"

"Hair tossing, ass smacking, loud screaming"

"Ruff!"

"What! You haven't had a guy over in ages and you sure as shit aren't getting laid anywhere else."

"Okay, five minutes ago you were sure I fucked him in the bathroom."

"Oh come on, you're not that dirty." Astrid groaned and rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to bed."

"Dude...it's like 9."

"Don't remind me!"