please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
If Caido doesn't have it already, Tobi is about to develop the theory of relativity because gods if time isn't all sorts of warped right now. The moment is whizzing by such that it seems ages ago that she whispered his name to see if he was awake, and yet she's also certain that she could have performed an entire surgery in between her question and Finn's answer.
But then he's doing the kissing, and Tobi feels as though she living out every storybook moment or fairytale ending. This is the front porch moment, this is the kiss between dazzling lights at a school dance...but it also very much isn't. There's no groping, no passionate sips of air, no hands frantically plunging into hair. It's soft and it's gentle, and though it might not be out of place for her to do so, her lips remain closed against his, her tongue locked behind her teeth. But the butterflies in her stomach that his lips free don't need to escape on a moan or a gasp. They're content to flutter around, making the doctor feel light as a cloud.
"Yep." Tobi whispers, almost musically, once he pulls back. One of her hands snakes up between them, that she might press her fingertips against her lips as if to capture the sensation, blushing openly as she smiles. "That is very much what I wanted." She adds, trying very hard not to dissolve in a shivery girlish giggle.
But then he's doing the kissing, and Tobi feels as though she living out every storybook moment or fairytale ending. This is the front porch moment, this is the kiss between dazzling lights at a school dance...but it also very much isn't. There's no groping, no passionate sips of air, no hands frantically plunging into hair. It's soft and it's gentle, and though it might not be out of place for her to do so, her lips remain closed against his, her tongue locked behind her teeth. But the butterflies in her stomach that his lips free don't need to escape on a moan or a gasp. They're content to flutter around, making the doctor feel light as a cloud.
"Yep." Tobi whispers, almost musically, once he pulls back. One of her hands snakes up between them, that she might press her fingertips against her lips as if to capture the sensation, blushing openly as she smiles. "That is very much what I wanted." She adds, trying very hard not to dissolve in a shivery girlish giggle.
October
