blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Finn's lips are already parting against Tobi's as if to tell her that he'll get the book for her, and the hissed instruction has a lopsided smile spreading across his face. For her, he'll leave it. Even if he won't forget about it.
Luckily enough, though, there's something far more important currently pressing against his palm and tangling her fingers in his hair, and Finn shifts on the sofa to guide Tobi down onto it, holding himself over her with one knee awkwardly against the floor. His attention, though, is on brushing a gentle thumb over her nipple, on sinking against her just enough that she'll be able to feel the tightness in his pants.
He draws back (eventually) enough to draw his shirt over his head with his free hand, tossing it somewhere over the back of the sofa. "I'll leave that too," he assures her.
Luckily enough, though, there's something far more important currently pressing against his palm and tangling her fingers in his hair, and Finn shifts on the sofa to guide Tobi down onto it, holding himself over her with one knee awkwardly against the floor. His attention, though, is on brushing a gentle thumb over her nipple, on sinking against her just enough that she'll be able to feel the tightness in his pants.
He draws back (eventually) enough to draw his shirt over his head with his free hand, tossing it somewhere over the back of the sofa. "I'll leave that too," he assures her.
FINN
