please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
Her lips don't leave his, but as his arm wraps around her, they part enough to pull in a breath that stutters only for a moment. Her eyes scan his as she pulls back, already missing the closeness of him, but looking adamantly for signs that things aren't okay. His answer is clear enough, and as she feels his tongue against hers, the butterflies in her stomach do try and flee, if only because of the sudden flush of heat.
Walking the line between losing herself in the moment and not overthinking it, and keeping a level head for both of their sakes, Finn's request has her fingers stirring against his side. Lowering her shoulder slightly so that she might slip more fully under him—to free her other hand of course, not because she's dying to know what it will feel like to have him stretched over her—she does indeed touch him.
For now at least her hands remain over the twice-slept-in shirt he now wears. Curling her hand from his side up to his shoulder, her other hand sweeps up his arm before plunging softly into his curls. She doesn't pull at them as others before her might, but gods if she hasn't always wondered what it would be like to comb her fingers through them. "is this okay?" Tobi whispers hastily against him; no matter the thundering of her heart, her concern for him will always be louder.
Walking the line between losing herself in the moment and not overthinking it, and keeping a level head for both of their sakes, Finn's request has her fingers stirring against his side. Lowering her shoulder slightly so that she might slip more fully under him—to free her other hand of course, not because she's dying to know what it will feel like to have him stretched over her—she does indeed touch him.
For now at least her hands remain over the twice-slept-in shirt he now wears. Curling her hand from his side up to his shoulder, her other hand sweeps up his arm before plunging softly into his curls. She doesn't pull at them as others before her might, but gods if she hasn't always wondered what it would be like to comb her fingers through them. "is this okay?" Tobi whispers hastily against him; no matter the thundering of her heart, her concern for him will always be louder.
October
