when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
"How unfortunate for you." he smirks - it can hardly be a pleasant experience to continually come across people in his sort of state. "Oh - the former Madame? Forgive me, Phoebe. I've only recently started work at the Halenani - my name is Thomas." But before he can say much more, she's reaching out to place her hand upon his forehead. Risk Perk of the job, having people reach out and touch you whenever they feel like it.
Still, it's not an unpleasant feeling, and Finn lets his eyes close against the cool touch of Phoebe's hand when, like lightning jumping into his flesh, pleasure crackles through him. Inhaling sharply, Finn is already able to feel his body start to respond, and he shifts on the couch before his hips can arch up off it without his permission. "What was that?" he whispers.
Still, it's not an unpleasant feeling, and Finn lets his eyes close against the cool touch of Phoebe's hand when, like lightning jumping into his flesh, pleasure crackles through him. Inhaling sharply, Finn is already able to feel his body start to respond, and he shifts on the couch before his hips can arch up off it without his permission. "What was that?" he whispers.
Finn?
