When We Hold Hands
Panting and fabric rustling had filled the dark room. Dim light of torches only just touched Ruffnut's now bare chest; she threw her head back gasping for air, despite the brisk night air. Snotlout raised his face for a moment from where it was buried and looked at the hazy blues, only to feel dizzier than he already was.
She was magnificent. Raw and harsh and intimidating like snowstorms.
Her long fingers traveled his back without direction and made his neck tingle as he pushed himself into her. She was not gentle; he did not want her to be. Her deep moans mixed with her hoarse breath, with her curses that sounded like a dying man's prayers. Her hungry lips lowered to his jaw, traced the prickly stubble, found their way to his ear and ended their journey with wet bites. His grunt grew louder and Snotlout shoved himself inside her harder to draw that unrefined scream he loved so.
He flashed a shit eating grin when Ruff desperately muffled the groan in his shoulder and dug her nails into his arms, she didn't seem to care that her whisper was louder than her moans.
"Wake him up and you'll have a hot date with Macey."
"Not my fault."
It was her idea to get into his pants when Tuffnut lay unconscious and intoxicated at the other corner of the room, wasn't it? His snore provided a constant reminder that they were not alone. As Snotlout turned back to his rhythm; Ruff made a note that she liked not being alone, knowing that Snot was not comfortable, that they were risking something.
She smirked and licked her lips; a steamy breath escaped her throat when Snotlout dove in for a future hickey.
"He won't care whose fault it is…"
The pleasure deeply carved in her voice was unmistakable; her whisper traveled along Snotlout's spine like raindrops, making him shiver from head to toe. He could hear her breath accelerating, watch her features lose control. She was wet and soft around him, warm as the mouth that was closing on his lips. The lean legs around his waist started pulling him closer, her back must have been sore from rubbing against the wood; good thing they never bothered with undressing completely.
He stole a kiss from her heaving breasts and murmured. This was getting chatty, not that he minded. "Don't you think we should tell him already?"
"No rush."
Her face was so close; tips of their noses brushed each other's, the dark look in her eyes had cruel humor and lust melted into one. A harsh kiss left both their lips sore and her braids fell back as her body tightened.
"Faster, faster-"
For once her voice was soft, so soft that he wanted to rip her from the wall, throw her to the bed and fuck her until she woke the entire village up with the noise she made. The thought him uneasy but he also felt like being a piece of shit.
"I thought you said no rush."
He would have received a punch somewhere delicate if she could move, but he had pinned her to the wall. He had no room for jokes and giggles at that point, he wouldn't even give a damn if Tuffnut was up and had his father with him. She'd left her body weight on his supporting arm entirely, knowing that he would not drop her. His hold was firm, tight, assuring.
With haste, she found his free hand and effortless, their fingers entwined. Rough skin against rough skin. Weapon wielding digits harsh and novice around what was alive.
They shared a look that was neither carnal nor amused; something traveled through that and settled deep inside him to stay as long as his heartbeat..
He did as she asked. Faster, faster it was, until the moist sound between her legs became too much to bear, until she whimpered, contracted and collapsed between his body and the wall, until the building urge at the base of his member spread around and weakened his knees. His mind was erased from all thought for moments as the convulsions took over what was left of him.
When words and images came back to him, they all focused on the young woman, looking sleepy, elevated and limp in his arms. She made no movement to step back on the floor, instead they slid down, weak like melting snow. His heart, already pounding hard, picked up a new pace as he watched her sky blue eyes tinted by the ginger flames flickering around them. Her gaze had softened, making something stretch in chest.
She was magnificent. Majestic. Terrifying, comforting and beautiful.
"We should do this again," she mused. Tuffnut must have been dead, considering they had failed to keep quiet. If so, Snotlout was game.
"Let me catch my breath..."
A/N: Smut alert. Nothing too saucy, yet. I swear I intended the ending to be better but here we are. Changed the rating to M because of reasons.
Thoughts? Too cheesy? Not enough action? Too much action for just the 'holding hands' prompt? Drop me a word. x