October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Tobi rolls her eyes affectionately, and though the smell of garlic bread is nearly overwhelming, the doctor only has eyes for Finn. "Worried? Come now. Could be rather interesting. For instance...did you know—" Here, Tobi's voice takes on a rather academic tone as she sits up slightly straighter. "—that newly grown limbs don't always have the same fingerprints, in the case of hands, as the originals?"
Tutting softly under her breath, Tobi nods. "Here, this is a trick I learned." So saying, the doctor leans forward slightly as she guides Finn's hand beneath her shirt. With gentle fingers and a reassuring smile, she presses his palm against the globe of her breast, which is conveniently free of a bra given the hour and the fact she'd been relaxing prior to Finn's arrival.
Pressing her hand over top of his, Tobi tilts her head slightly to the side. "How's that?" She asks sweetly.
Tutting softly under her breath, Tobi nods. "Here, this is a trick I learned." So saying, the doctor leans forward slightly as she guides Finn's hand beneath her shirt. With gentle fingers and a reassuring smile, she presses his palm against the globe of her breast, which is conveniently free of a bra given the hour and the fact she'd been relaxing prior to Finn's arrival.
Pressing her hand over top of his, Tobi tilts her head slightly to the side. "How's that?" She asks sweetly.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
