Astrid surrendered herself to Hiccup as much as she ever surrendered herself to anyone. Not that she made a practice of surrendering or dropping her guard, period, but no one else had gotten to her quite the way he had. No one else had won her over so thoroughly, or so unexpectedly.
Easing away from him, she laid out on her back, reaching out one hand to caress along his arm and chest slowly, teasing a little as she explored him. His body was familiar to her, nearly as familiar as her own, and her fingers sought out the places he liked, his favorite places to be touched.
She let her palm slide along his side to his hip, resting briefly on the waist of his pants before she trailed her fingertips along his side to his belly. Her hand shifted then, running down the front of his body to cup him lightly through the fabric. She had missed him, had been just shy of terrified without him, but now ... he was here, and it would be all right.