if we ever stop talking, sing me a song
Tilting her head back as Finn's advances move lower, Tobi bites at her lower lip to try and temper the shivery pants that want to become moans. Though they are in their own home, the number of times the pair have been anything more than barely affectionate in any room other than their bedroom (even the bathroom is a stretch), could be counted on one hand with several fingers missing. So, despite the way Tobi wants both to shove Finn to the ground or to shimmy off his pants using her feet, it's with stiff fingers that she pulses a warning against his shoulder.
"Take me to our room." She whispers, flushed and wanting. "It's a better place for our interrogation." Tobi adds, poorly continuing on with this strange scenario they've created but doing her best.
So then, what will Ever see as he pads silently down the hall? Will Finn have given a Tobi a taste of what's to come with a single, arched stroke of his tongue between her thighs? Will he carry her, erection pressing against only her underwear and her shirt askew? Or will he lead her by the hand (fingers encircling her wrist like a handcuff), cock pointing the way?
"Take me to our room." She whispers, flushed and wanting. "It's a better place for our interrogation." Tobi adds, poorly continuing on with this strange scenario they've created but doing her best.
So then, what will Ever see as he pads silently down the hall? Will Finn have given a Tobi a taste of what's to come with a single, arched stroke of his tongue between her thighs? Will he carry her, erection pressing against only her underwear and her shirt askew? Or will he lead her by the hand (fingers encircling her wrist like a handcuff), cock pointing the way?
October
