if we ever stop talking, sing me a song
"Maybe I'm actually a spy." Tobi suggests, waggling her eyebrows softly. "Or that I used to read badly written spy novels to give my mind a break when I was studying for exams." Swallowing hard as Finn's fingertips mirror the not-quite-enough tease of his lips, the doctor tries to take a deep breath.
"Can I be both?" She has time to say, before his hands and lips are on her. Suddenly weightless, Tobi gasps against Finn's mouth as her hands clutch needily to his shoulders. It isn't that she wants to anchor herself to him, but rather to drag him up into this world of heat and pleasure she finds herself in. The warmth and press of his arousal has ripples of fire coursing out from where their bodies touch, and quite without thought, Tobi finds herself wrapping her legs around Finn's waist to hold him close.
Snatching small sips of air where possible, Tobi teases out challenges and other such obfuscations with her tongue as her fingers press jagged patterns up the back of Finn's neck and into his curls.
Down the hall, a doorknob turns and a door opens.
"Can I be both?" She has time to say, before his hands and lips are on her. Suddenly weightless, Tobi gasps against Finn's mouth as her hands clutch needily to his shoulders. It isn't that she wants to anchor herself to him, but rather to drag him up into this world of heat and pleasure she finds herself in. The warmth and press of his arousal has ripples of fire coursing out from where their bodies touch, and quite without thought, Tobi finds herself wrapping her legs around Finn's waist to hold him close.
Snatching small sips of air where possible, Tobi teases out challenges and other such obfuscations with her tongue as her fingers press jagged patterns up the back of Finn's neck and into his curls.
Down the hall, a doorknob turns and a door opens.
October
