we are all broken
"Okay," Finn agrees, already offering her a gentle nod. Because the Spyglass has always been sparing with his banter; his flirting comes in acts of kindness, as Tobi has already experienced (even if Finn himself was not aware about what he was doing). And he wants to kiss her again - the soft, warm press of her lips has awakened something within him that is so desperately starved of touch that it selfishly wants more of what it's just been given.
And so when Tobi leans up again, Finn welcomes her kiss by angling himself a little more towards her, the arm not acting as a pillow for her head very carefully slipping around her waist. He doesn't mind the touch in return, and when she draws back - counting, unbeknownst to the Spyglass - it's already not enough for Finn. He's kissing her again before he can find the words to ask in return if it's alright, his tongue teasing against her own, his body rising to this (not new, exactly, but very rare) experience with a surprising amount of need.
This time Finn doesn't bother to draw back, and when he manages to speak the words are mumbled into their kiss. "Touch me," he says, somehow making it sound like it ought to have a please on the end of it.
And so when Tobi leans up again, Finn welcomes her kiss by angling himself a little more towards her, the arm not acting as a pillow for her head very carefully slipping around her waist. He doesn't mind the touch in return, and when she draws back - counting, unbeknownst to the Spyglass - it's already not enough for Finn. He's kissing her again before he can find the words to ask in return if it's alright, his tongue teasing against her own, his body rising to this (not new, exactly, but very rare) experience with a surprising amount of need.
This time Finn doesn't bother to draw back, and when he manages to speak the words are mumbled into their kiss. "Touch me," he says, somehow making it sound like it ought to have a please on the end of it.
that’s how the light gets in
