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It Takes Two To Tango

Her name from his mouth sounded almost scared; it made Astrid want to pull his head onto her chest and murmur soothing noises into his auburn hair. Instead, she showed reassurance with the pressure of her lips and the minuscule stroking of her hands on his face, praying with all her might that this was okay, that he wouldn't pull away.

Hiccup froze and sucked in a soft sound of surprise that vibrated through their joined lips. He stayed still under her gentle ministrations for an immeasurably long moment before she felt his hands spasm; jerking spasmodically before settling around her waist.

And then his lips moved – slow, unsure movements that heated her veins and warmed her cheeks. Such hesitance, such gentleness; touched her soul and made her eager to simultaneously please and teach in equal amounts. This was nothing like the faceless boys that had groped her in those first few weeks of university. This was Hiccup, responding to her with increasing speed as he finally, finally relaxed into the kiss and gripped her waist tighter. It was the dizziness that accompanied his movements and the satisfaction at the barely audible sighs he breathed into the kiss. It was the tilting of his head as he grasped what she was doing and pressed closer, if possible, to respond as good as he got.

Her knees were quaking for a different reason as he hummed deep in his throat with pleasure as their tongues touched wetly. Her own mind was wiped blank of any coherent line of thought, save the tea she could still taste in his mouth and the feeling of his hand beginning to stroke subconscious circles on her waist. The other came up to hover tentatively around the back of her neck before inching close; a warm blanket of fire that eased her down from her shaking perch on her knees to properly press into his chest and lap.

Don't let this end.

Even as she lowered her light body onto his lap, Hiccup prayed she wouldn't stop. Astrid was kissing him; holding his face like he was the most precious thing in the world. All worries and fears were wiped clean at the slickness of her tongue sliding against his. Unable to stop he followed her like he was a puppet controlled through her lips; twitching at her unspoken commands to bring her closer.

So soft.

A hum of appreciation followed his hand ensnaring the back of her cool neck. Eager to hear that sound again, he tightened and pulled her closer than he dared; his palm following the curve of her waist. Already he was stuttering breaths through his nose like a dying man for water; only his oasis was the blonde in his lap so painstakingly taking his nerves and playing with them relentlessly with every nudge of her lips.

It was at her sudden disengaging, leaving him following her lips and capturing them again, that he tried to bring himself back into his senses. But then her hands scraped past his ears to go through and grip at his hair, anchoring him against the sofa.

Like he cared to move.

His mind refused to muddle through the fog she was creating, so he didn't try to stop. But after he was the next one to pull apart, lungs burning, she leaned her head suddenly into his neck.

It took Hiccup a moment to find his voice, and a longer one to remember how it worked. "What...are you doing?"

He felt her smile against his skin, and her answer came in a sharp nip of teeth that skewered his emotions raw. The flare of arousal that spiked at her teeth, at the pain she elicited, made him gasp and jerk.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was low, and barely heard.

"Don't be." He hastened to rasp out reassurance. She didn't bite him again; instead, she traced the mark she made with hot, wet motions of her tongue that didn't do any less to dampen the heat that was straining his body. Hiccup loathed to change the subject from the exceptionally pleasurable one right now, but couldn't get his mind to relax after that unanticipated shock of pain.

"Astrid."

She stilled, leaving her face hidden in his neck. He breathed deeply, inhaling the faintly sweet smell of her shampoo, before wrapping his arms loosely around her back.

"Well. That was unexpected."

That mocking tone entered his voice; fed from the nervousness that clenched his gut at the sudden silence. He didn't really understand what had happened. Although he got the gist that Astrid sat on his lap and proceeded to firstly numb then burn every nerve in his body, he was having trouble connecting it all together in a cohesive sentence.

"Why?"

He hated how unsure he sounded. If Hiccup had his way, he would sit and bask in the afterglow of his major make-out session and try to calm his half-hard erection through mental yoga. But the ghost of puberty followed his actions and demanded clarification; why did she do it, did she like him, and more importantly, would it happen again?

Astrid didn't answer straight away, Her silence played havoc on his nerves for a heart-stricken second before she replied.

"Isn't it obvious?" He only tightened his arms in reaction to the sudden vulnerability in her voice. "I guess...I have a soft spot for one legged wolf saviours."

His heart skipped several beats as he digested the information with heavy scepticism. She seemed to sense this, however, and smiled into his neck.

"Is that hard to believe?"

Astrid pulled herself from his skin and leaned back far enough to see his eyes. "I just gave a whole speech about how much you mean to me. Is your brain offline?"

It still took Hiccup a second longer than usual to reply to her comment. "Sorry."

"Don't say sorry." Astrid groaned. That sound went straight through him and again, lit him on fire like they weren't calmly discussing their feelings like they would over office logistics. "I should be sorry. I practically assaulted you." Her eyes widened with increasing awareness of their position. Those previously puckered lips began to purse in worry. "Oh god. I'm sorry. Um. Yeah."

Hiccup automatically held her from pushing off him. His heart was pounding so fast he could almost taste the extra blood pumping through his veins. "I didn't mind." He choked out. "I could do that again."

Astrid went still. Green met blue in equal gazes of uncertainty and anticipation, each fearing rejection. The stalemate was resolved by Hiccup bringing a shaking hand to hers and lifting it ever so gently to his chest. He swallowed through the spasm of fear.

He could do this. He dealt with dangerous animals every day; teaching them to trust him, to trust humans. Something told him there was something more feral layered in Astrid that met the eye; a hidden wildness that he would find and fight to tame with every fibre of his being. It would take more than trust in his ability. It was faith in himself that he had to rely on – or what little there was.

"Do you feel that?" His voice was a vibrant timber that he heard never heard himself produce before. Her eyes were wide, latched on to his with blazing attention. Her head dipped in interpretation of assent. Hiccup fought to relax his tensing hand, keeping it loose and unhurried.

"Feel how fast my heart is." He continued on, watching her eyes without hesitation. "I, too, have a certain thing for wolf saviours. I remember you standing there, against a scared Stormfly and a loaded weapon. And it wasn't Snotlout you were protecting."

Her hand twisted in his to grasp his shirt with her fingers.

"I don't...date often." He declined to end that sentence with the word ever. "This is real to me. I...can only hope you...think so too."

The smile that nearly blinded him was so wide he actually blinked in surprise. "That's good." Astrid sounded breathless. "That's great. I'm glad. That makes two of us."

Hiccup shouldn't have had any claim over Astrid's past experiences. But the thought of other hands groping around her body made his skin crawl with revulsion, and he mentally promised himself to memorise every inch of skin to make it his. As if she could read this thoughts, Astrid's smile melted into something a little softer, a tiny bit more enticing.

"Often, huh?" She pulled his shirt forward until he straightened against her soft chest. "How often? Was Heather a part of often?"

Hiccup blinked. Astrid liked him. Astrid was flirting with him. Astrid was asking about his past experiences and actually sounding jealous. It shouldn't make his body blaze under the attention, but it did.

"Often, meaning you don't get more information. Tit for tat." Hiccup stumbled over the word tit as it struck him how her breasts fit neatly on either side of their entwined hands. He gulped. Her lips stretched into a somewhat lewd grin.

"Oh?"

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