I think there isn't enough RTTE smut in this fandom...
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HIM
When they were little, he thought she was cute.
She gritted her teeth like an angry Gronckle while they were fighting and her hair looked like a messy haystack.
When they were teenagers, he thought she was pretty.
Her smile was a rare treasure and her hair was like the sun and the sand.
After they had moved to the Edge, he soon found her insanely irresistible.
He didn't know when it started, but she started to pop into his mind at very inconvenient times.
Like now, when he was alone in his hut, facing a dark corner, doing something he wasn't proud of.
He had only recently discovered that it felt better while he was thinking about her.
Her lips.
The curve of her neck.
Her perky breasts…
Oh, fuckfuckfuck…
He was done, done, done, done…
He is going to be short with her tomorrow.
He will barely greet her at breakfast and she won't understand.
It will disturb her in the morning the way she disturbs him at night.
It's a vicious circle.
He should apologize for thinking about her flesh while squeezing his own.
It's disrespectful, she is his friend.
She is his best friend.
She is the best.
She…
She doesn't deserve it. Him. Him and his despicable thoughts.
Fuck. It was so much easier before…
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HER
She was lying in bed, trying to sleep, but dreams didn't come easy that night.
She was absentmindedly ghosting with her left index finger just above the neck of her nightgown. It felt good.
Then she slowly drew a line with her finger straight to her nipple and started to make small circles. It felt even better.
She felt how it pebbled under the crispy fabric. She licked her lip and put her right hand on her thigh, slipping it under the hem of the nightgown.
She knew what she was about to do, it wasn't the first time.
But… it was the first time she was thinking about him.
A few hours ago she knocked on his door and he opened it. Shirtless. As if it was natural. It wasn't. It shouldn't have been, because where was that timid, blushing boy with the dent in his chest?
She reached higher up and placed her hand on her womanhood.
The boy was nowhere, he had shapeshifted into this gorgeous young man with the broad shoulders and the well-defined muscles.
She raked through her pubes a couple of times; it felt ticklish, but good ticklish.
He had chest hair - not too much, not too little.
She slipped a finger between her folds. It felt warm and moist. With her left hand, she grabbed her boob and started to massage it.
And those abs he had…
She pressed her finger to the sensitive nub and took a deep breath before she started to move it languidly.
She noticed the small trail of auburn hair that led from his navel to the unthinkable…
She sped up.
He was smiling at her, all gap-toothed and charming…
Yes! She was almost there. Her grip tightened around her breast and her body arched while she feverishly worked on herself.
Ungh. Ah. Uh. Uuhhhhh…
She imagined him biting into her shoulder while his fingers did what hers were doing now.
"Hicc…"
No, she could not say his name. He was just a sweet, unassuming friend…
He on top of her, hand between her legs, fingers searching. Finding. Doing. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Done.
Her core was throbbing, her heart was racing, it was almost painful. She lifted her hands, one from under her gown, the other from over her breast and casually put them on her stomach. She was still panting lightly.
Fuck. Tomorrow. She has to face him tomorrow.
She was sure she wouldn't be able to look into his eyes.
Or talk to him.
Or probably be in the same room with him again.
Huh.
Maintaining their friendship was certainly harder than she thought…