blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"You don't need to change your clothes to impress me," Finn murmurs against her lips, before suddenly realising what he's said and flushing right up to the tips of his ears. "And I suppose we can always move the rug, if it bothers you." He glances down at the plush fabric, not particularly bothered by it - but then, it isn't silk, so Finn is unlikely to find much in the way of association with it. He does remember the feel of it against his bare skin when Tobi was astride him, admittedly (a situation not dissimilar to now), and the Spyglass clears his throat before his interest can kindle too much heat in his belly.
And so it goes - the doctor and the researcher lay with each other for a little longer, before it isn't duty that calls, but dinner. Tobi will find, when Finn has clothed himself again, that whatever part of him that was unlocked in her office is now securely locked up again. He is as quiet and polite and socially inept as always - but there is a little twinkle in his eye, as he reaches out to take her hand on the walk home.
~FINNNNNNN <3
And so it goes - the doctor and the researcher lay with each other for a little longer, before it isn't duty that calls, but dinner. Tobi will find, when Finn has clothed himself again, that whatever part of him that was unlocked in her office is now securely locked up again. He is as quiet and polite and socially inept as always - but there is a little twinkle in his eye, as he reaches out to take her hand on the walk home.
~FINNNNNNN <3
FINN
