FINN
Oh. Oh. It's too late for Finn to back out now, but honestly, he isn't sure whether or not he preferred Tobi when she was in pain. He doesn't mean it like that of course, but to see her on the verge of orgasm with the rest of her medical clinic and colleagues in easy hearing range, she's not the only one flushing. Finn's cheeks and the tips of his ears are pink, and while she isn't exactly crushing his hand, his knuckles are still white where he grips her.
And it gets worse before it gets better, his stormy eyes widening as Tobi throws her head back, and were it not for the sudden wailing of a baby Finn might have called someone for assistance (he isn't to know she's in the throes of an orgasm, after all). But their son is drawing his first breath, an even for someone like the Spyglass, that is everything.
"Tobi." He doesn't know whether he's whispering or shouting, craning to try and see as the boy is cleaned and checked and inspected. "Tobi, look."
And it gets worse before it gets better, his stormy eyes widening as Tobi throws her head back, and were it not for the sudden wailing of a baby Finn might have called someone for assistance (he isn't to know she's in the throes of an orgasm, after all). But their son is drawing his first breath, an even for someone like the Spyglass, that is everything.
"Tobi." He doesn't know whether he's whispering or shouting, craning to try and see as the boy is cleaned and checked and inspected. "Tobi, look."
