October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
Laughing brightly, happy to have coaxed even a bit of humour from Finn, you nod. "Alright. Well I'll show you some stretches and techniques then. You won't be able to do it all on your own, though." Shrugging at this, you let Finn take it however he chooses. Either he finds someone to help, or he deals with tight muscles.
"I'll help you, if you don't tell." You whisper conspiratorily with a smile. Slinking your arm behind him, feeling the heat and the warmth and the wetness of him, you drop one of your shoulders so that he can wrap it around. "On three, then?" You ask, your face presumably somewhere near his armpit which is bound to smell fantastic at this point.
When you reach three, your fingers tight around his ribs (no longer broken, thankfully), and you press against the bed to try and get his upper back against the headboard. Successful or not, you'll stay where you are; Finn will likely be dizzy from the exertion and you don't want him lolling out of bed, one way or the other.
"I'll help you, if you don't tell." You whisper conspiratorily with a smile. Slinking your arm behind him, feeling the heat and the warmth and the wetness of him, you drop one of your shoulders so that he can wrap it around. "On three, then?" You ask, your face presumably somewhere near his armpit which is bound to smell fantastic at this point.
When you reach three, your fingers tight around his ribs (no longer broken, thankfully), and you press against the bed to try and get his upper back against the headboard. Successful or not, you'll stay where you are; Finn will likely be dizzy from the exertion and you don't want him lolling out of bed, one way or the other.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
