Okay, I have to warn you people, this is one of the first times I have ever written a steamy romance kinda scene, so if I'm bad at this, sorry. I believe this turned out ok, but I would seriously like to hear your opinions and let me know how I did. constructive critisism is highly appreciated. Oh, and by the way, OechsnerC you got your wish. Heres a scene were romance between Shadow and Hiccup is the main focus. I remember you constantly bringing it up in my last fanfic. hehehe, tell me what you think.

Warning: lots of intense and headed stuff going on between Hiccup and Shadow. its rated M for a reason, but I havent gone too far with it... there is a lot of heated tension in this section, so if you dont like, dont read. sorry, but this chapter's genre is romance.

anyway, enjoy. hehehe. please leave a review. :D

Hiccup groaned for what had to be the fifteenth time that night. Even though his wounds had been treated and bandaged carefully, and he was lying on his soft bed at home, everything still hurt.

He sat up in the dark, rubbing his eyes and hissing from the pain. He heard a rustle of movement, and saw through the darkness, Shadow's form rousing from her sleep. Even after all this time, he couldn't understand how she slept like that, upside down by her tail like a bat. Her wings unfurled and revealed her slim body, her arms wrapped around herself and her feet crossed over at the ankles. Slowly her silver eyes flicked open and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you." Said Hiccup. Shadow flipped herself upright, latching her claws into the rafter and unwound her tail so she could stand upright on the floor. Quietly, she walked over to him as he lit a candle by his bed. As his back was turned, Shadow got a good look at the bloodstains slowly seeping through his nightshirt.

"You keep reopening those gashes. You aren't going to get better if you don't stop." She said quietly. Hiccup sighed, then reached over for a jar on his nightstand. Shadow's nose crinkled at the smell.

"I don't suppose you can help me with this?" he asked timidly. The stuff in the jar was an ointment to help numb the pain in his back and heal his numerous whip lashes. Shadow detested the stuff mainly because of its pungent odour.

Shadow thought about it for a moment. Did she want to get that horrible stuff on her hands late at night and have to go outside in the cold to wash it off later, or would she do it so she could touch his toned chest and back?

The thought of him standing there while she rubbed oils onto his body was quite appealing. But those ointments stank. Now she couldn't stop thinking about his toned chest, and the mark she left on his skin with her fangs. She wanted to see it again. Wanted to see him again.

She could feel her blood start to heat up at the thought and anticipation for her fantasies made her growl with supressed want. She knew what she wanted now. So with slow, deliberate steps, she swayed over to him and took the jar out of his hands, and put it back on the table.

"Take your shirt off." She said. Hiccup's cheeks turned red. His words died in his mouth and he could only stutter. And the look she was giving him didn't help matters.

Her voice dropped to a whisper and the dark look in her eyes became more prominent. "I said, take your shirt off." The blush on his cheeks spread to about half his face, but he slowly complied, mainly because of his curiosity at what she was planning.

The undershirt was discarded on the floor, and Shadow growled in pleasure at the sight of his toned, yet bandaged, chest.

"Now take those bandages off. You won't need them anymore." This time, his entire face went red, and his heartrate began to increase. His breathing became more irregular. But this time, Shadow got tired of waiting, and raised her clawed hand to tear away the bandages herself. Her warm hand pressed against his body as it dropped lower and lower down his form, tearing the bandages, and finally, it stopped, right on the hem of his pants.

Instantly, he could feel his body flush with heat and cold air at the same time when his last layer of covers on his torso dropped to the floor. The dark look in her eyes was even stronger now, and her breathing was becoming deep with traces of sensual growls.

"Lie down on the bed, on your stomach." She said. "Uhh…" he continued to stammer, and his entire body felt hot. Sweat started forming on his brow. Then Shadow pushed him backwards till he tripped on the edge and landed on his ass on top of the soft furs.

"We can't have you suffering from those wounds, so I'm going to take care of them myself…" she whispered. Completely dumbstruck, he was helpless to resist her too warm hands pushing him onto the bed and onto his stomach. His arms were up by his face, which was pressed into the pillow. He tried to turn his head to see her, but a shifting weight made him freeze. Shadow climbed onto the bed, and straddled his hips, effectively pinning him there in shock and fear.

He heard her growl with suppressed desire and her hands grip his sides, below the bottom three ribs. He could barely move at all, but when he felt her hot breath on his lower back, he realized that he was completely helpless to resist her touch.

When her warm tongue darted across his torn flesh, he couldn't help but moan. He was screwed. Every few seconds, her tongue would lick part of his back, cleaning off the blood and coating the wounds in saliva, completely numbing them. Slowly and methodically she worked, inching up to the middle of his back, and higher again to his shoulder blades.

Her hot breath made him shiver with pleasure and her erotic tongue on his skin made him groan. The blood in his veins made him feel hot, too hot. Her weight on his lower body, her hands on his sides, and her hot breath and tongue made fire dance within him. His heart wouldn't stop beating a mile a minute, and certain part of his body were becoming hotter than others.

When her tongue licked the blood off the cut on his shoulder, a louder groan of pleasure filled the air, surprising them both. Shadow chuckled lowly from his reaction and continued her onslaught to the sensitive part of his collarbone. Her entire body was pressed against his now as she lent over him, meaning he could feel her toned thighs on either side of his own, her flat stomach touching his lower back, her hands roaming his body, and her chest pressed against his shoulder blades.

But the worst part was her face which was right next to his in the crook of his neck, breathing hot air onto the skin there. He couldn't take much more of this, parts of him were seriously starting to feel her effect on him.

"There is one more… on your chest." She whispered in his ear. He moaned in response, then realized what she meant. She wanted him to roll over. If he did, then she would notice exactly what he was sporting at that moment. His face flushed even redder than before. Stubbornly he tried to defend against her urging, but she won over him after about a minute, and he was roughly shoved onto his back.

Now that he could see her standing over him, he couldn't stop squirming to get out of her grasp, but she simply dropped her weight on him, pinning him there with a loud groan from him caused by the friction between their bodies.

Now she held his neck and moved him where she wanted him, and dipped her head down to where the cut started. Unfortunately for hiccup, that spot was right next to his pectoral muscle, which was extremely sensitive. He wriggled and squirmed as he watched her tongue dart out to lick the crimson red blood. Unable to stop himself, Hiccup arched his body against hers, creating more friction he so desperately craved.

Shadow looked up at him, her silver eyes glowing with want and dominance, and she smirked, making him watch her tongue lick over the muscle. Hiccup scrunched his eyes and threw his head back, biting his lip to stop the needy sounds from escaping him. Shadow wasn't pleased with him preventing those little sounds from escaping through his lips, so she licked the cut again, harder this time, and subtly dropped her weight on him. Hiccup bit his lip so hard it bled, and more sounds of desire came from his now panting breath. She was torturing him. And he was enjoying it.

One more long lick, and the blood was taken care of. His skin was already repairing itself thanks to the healing properties in her saliva, but there was one more cut she had to deal with.

Her face hovered millimeters above his, gazing at the cut on his lip, caused by both Dagur and Hiccup himself. She could feel his ragged breath brushing her face, and even in the semi-dark she could see his blush, which darkened considerably when he realized what she was staring at.

"You did that on purpose didn't you." She stated. As she did, she shifted her body's weight, creating lots of friction between their hips. Hiccup groaned loudly and threw his head back panting. Chuckling, Shadow grabbed a hold of his wrists and pinned them to the headboard.

"Let me show you how a female Black Moon dominates her partner." She whispered against his lips. Her tongue flickered out again and licked the sweet blood from his lip, teasing and playing with him while he was helpless to resist. He groaned again with lust, driving Shadow mad with desire. Then finally, she captured Hiccup's lips roughly with hers, biting and sucking his injured lip.

After just a mere second she pulled away, and he groaned in disappointment and longing. "I don't kiss Hiccup, I bite. And I bite hard."

But this time, Hiccup lurched up to meet her lips, and at the same time, he arched his body against hers, creating more and more friction that sent him closer to the edge. Shadow soon dominated the kiss and forced his head against the furs and mattress. She had complete control of him, while he was helpless to resist her licks and bites.