sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
The buttons are right in his eyeline, and obviously Finn can't stop himself from being distracted by them (and the curves straining against them); further to the point, he's got no idea where his hands are supposed to go, especially as Tobi sinks down properly into his lap. She's warm and she smells like wine and sort of like his cologne, which should be weird but it isn't, and almost automatically, one of his arms slips around her waist to steady her.
"I am glad to be home," he says automatically, even though he doesn't really mean it. Or rather, he does mean it, but also it's not necessarily a good thing because of the repercussions from Cian, but then again Tobi is shifting in his lap and what does it matter.
His eyes close against the kisses she drops against his jawline, Finn inhaling slowly as if trying to remind himself why he's absolutely not going to reciprocate. "Tobi," he says slowly, blinking his eyes open and smiling across at her. "You have almost finished a whole bottle of wine."
"I am glad to be home," he says automatically, even though he doesn't really mean it. Or rather, he does mean it, but also it's not necessarily a good thing because of the repercussions from Cian, but then again Tobi is shifting in his lap and what does it matter.
His eyes close against the kisses she drops against his jawline, Finn inhaling slowly as if trying to remind himself why he's absolutely not going to reciprocate. "Tobi," he says slowly, blinking his eyes open and smiling across at her. "You have almost finished a whole bottle of wine."
FINN
