It was a soft creaking noise coming from the window that awoke the exhausted boy who was sprawled across his bed. He laid there still for a moment, just assuming it to be the wind or his own brain creating the noises he was hearing. It wasn't until he heard a muffled gasp and soft footsteps before he even bothered to lift the head full of auburn hair from it's comfortable spot on the pillow. "Mmph?" He tried to speak coherent words at the strange intruder, but his mouth didn't want to seem to work.
"Hiccup, go back to bed." A familiar voice whispered through the darkness as his sleepy green eyes adjusted to the blackness. He saw the short, slender shape of his girlfriend, closing his window. Her body was barely covered by a red dress, showing off her long, skinny legs that lead down to a pair of black heels. He couldn't see her face, only the loose blonde braid falling down her back and tied with a red ribbon. It wasn't until she turned around that his sleepy brain processed who exactly was creeping in his window.
"Astrid?" Hayden "Hiccup" Haddock's voice cracked as he tried to push his tired body up. His gaze flickered away from her piercing blue eyes to the alarm clock. "You're kind of interrupting something important here." The covers shifted off his body, and he felt insignificant. She was all dressed up, and here he was in pyjamas that didn't even match- ridiculous Captain America bottoms and a dark green t-shirt. He was befuddled to why she'd be there in the first place- it was a school night. Why was she at his house?
Astrid was sneaking in his window. The thought hit him like a semi-truck and he woke up, watching with tired amazement as she leaned down to undo her shoes. Of course, the dress was obnoxiously short and showed off way too much of her non-existent chest. He blushed and glanced away, thankful for the darkness. Oh God, why did dresses have to do that to girls chests? He quite liked it when there was nothing there to distract him from her face, pulling his eyes away from her gorgeous eyes to her chest. He respected her, so he tried to avoid gestures that turned him into every other guy who hit on her and her slender curves.
"Oh, and what exactly is it I'm interrupting?" Clearly, his sarcasm was rubbing off on her.
"My sleep." He crossed his arms, staring at the window into the darkness outside instead of that beautiful pout spread across her pale and oh-so-inviting lips.
"I told you to go back to bed." Her voice snapped at him quietly, stepping out of the shoes and kicking them aside. The dress was to come off next and Hiccup made sure to keep his gaze anywhere but on her. Although, her changing affected him far more then it affected her.
"Well, I'm going to need a legitimate excuse to why you're in my house at 2am on a school night. Last time I checked, that's trespassing." Not that he minded, really, but his curiosity got the better of him. Most guys wouldn't be dumb enough to question a gorgeous lady climbing into their window in the middle of the night- Hiccup was.
"I was at a party." Astrid replied simply, dropping the straps of her dress over her shoulders as she slid it down and off. Hiccup heard her small feet hitting off the hardwood floor as she stalked over to his closet searching for something of his to wear. Or, he thought it was his closet. "And I don't think trespassing matters, really, as I'm pretty sure you'll agree to me borrowing your shower. And your bed." Turns out, the footsteps were headed to his bathroom. Leave it to Astrid to tempt him late at night when he has school the next day. He glanced up at her shyly through his long eyelashes, his freckled face turning a bright red at the sight of her. She stood in the doorway to his bathroom, in nothing but her underwear, hands sitting precariously on her hips. "Was I right?"
Hiccup swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing obviously above the collar of his shirt. "Aren't you always?" He tried to keep his reply as cool as hers, but he couldn't manage it. Instead he stuttered out the words, sounding like a bumbling idiot. He should start counting the moments he doesn't sound like an idiot.
"Yes." Her voice was silky smooth, and Hiccup found himself lost in the way her hips swung slightly as she stalked into his bathroom. That was, until blinding light streamed into the bedroom, temporarily blinding him. He blinked furiously, reaching up to furiously rub his eyes.
"Are you trying to blind me?" He snapped at her, his pupils adjusting to the sudden change of light and showing him another obnoxiously suggestive scene. There was Astrid— again— standing in her undergarments in his bathroom, bathed in bright fluorescent light, tugging out her braid. Her wavy, golden-blonde hair fell across her shoulders and she stretched her arms up. He groaned to himself and flopped back down on the bed, covering his face with the pillow. How was he supposed to go back to sleep when he had a clear view of that, standing right in his bathroom? Not that Astrid ever seemed to think about what her actions lead to in his 18-year old brain, she had a tendency to randomly take her clothes off all the time.
While he was pondering over the idea of pushing her against the bathroom wall and doing things he probably shouldn't mention out loud, he failed to hear Astrid's question. "Oh, alright." Was the next thing he heard after the petite blonde's mouth. "I'll just enjoy myself. Alone." Hiccup sat up, slowly peeking out from being the pillow. "Huh?" The confused grunt escaped his mouth unintentionally, leaving him with a dumbfounded look and her with a wicked grin. She shrugged one shoulder, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "If you aren't going to listen to me, Hayden, that's your own fault." She reached around her back to undo her bra, dropping that to the floor as Hiccup mentally cursed her. Who does she think she is? Just coming into his house— into his window— with no permission, and then having the nerve to try and tease him. He had school, for God's sake. They had school. What was she doing? What was he doing?
She watched him with a grin spread from ear to ear as Hiccup slid out from under the covers, sheepishly looking down. Shouldn't he feel really confident? She's picking his wiry, freckled body over all the muscular sex gods she could have at school. If that isn't an ego-booster, then what exactly is? Lost in his own thoughts Hiccup leaned against the bathroom doorway, not even paying attention to the pretty girl trying hard to be seductive in front of him as she took of her underwear. Her efforts were fruitless, as his gaze was more focused on staring at the white tiles on the floor then her attempt at a strip-tease. "Hiccup?!" The voice was demanding and it snapped him out of his gaze.
"Can't you see I'm—" The sarcastic reply was cut off as he jerked his head up to glare at her but just ended up widening his emerald eyes in shock. She rolled her eyes at him as she stalked over to the standing shower, flicking on the water as she stepped inside. "As I was saying earlier," She started, clearly annoyed with his lack of interest in her previous efforts. "You could join me, if you want." Her voice was sultry, and inviting. But no, no he doesn't want. So why did he find his hands flying down to nervously pull his shirt up over his head, discarding it along with other clothes beside the pair of lacy black underwear sitting on the tiled floor? Because he was a ridiculously stupid teenage boy who at that moment didn't care much about school, or getting a good night's rest. His only thought was about the pretty girl standing in his shower.
Bam. Have some almost smut that isn't smut.