From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
She arches against him and he stutters in a breath, momentarily distracted away from any of the social minefields they're navigating by the heat and press of her body against parts of him that are suddenly very interested in what's under the rest of her scrubs. Finn's hands grow more confident in their explorations now too, though they pause where they've been slipping beneath her camisole to address this new issue between them. "Do you want to undress me?" he clarifies, though it doesn't really help matters at all when Tobi explains herself.
"Oh... I..." He lets out a soft sigh, glancing down at himself as if realising the territory he's been straying into. "Sorry, I... it's not that. I want to, I just..." Shaking his head, he tries to redirect the course of his thoughts in a different way. He wants to feel her hands on him again, and so it's with gentle care that he clasps Tobi's fingers between his own, guiding them up to his shirt buttons that she might take over. "I want to be closer to you, too."
The feeling of his hands against her skin has Tobi's eyes slipping shut as goosebumps breakout from everywhere his fingertips wander. There's a lightness there that makes her shiver, echoed by a warmth kindling in her belly.
It isn't a question that Tobi has ever been asked before, and having little to no familiarity with the actual inner working of brothels past a cursory knowledge, she doesn't have the understanding to make sense of what he's saying. She knows enough of his history to give this some context though, and were it not for her training she might have smiled sadly at him then. Instead, she nods, her fingers making easy work of the buttons. All the while though it's with a mixture of awe and appreciation that she undresses him. Her eyes flit from the revealed parts of him, back up to his stormy eyes, seeing him in this moment, rather than his trauma. Largely, there's ignorance to thank for that.
Reaching her fingers across his shoulders to push his shirt from his arms, Tobi's breath catches in her throat at the wealth of him suddenly available for exploration. With fingers made slow by their eagerness, Tobi runs her hands up the sides of Finn's arms as she flutters measured kisses against his shoulder. It's only because of how much she wants this—wants him—that her movements are free of any inclination to simply shove him onto his back or strip them both of their clothes with fumbling fingers.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
There are no complaints from Finn as she pushes his shirt back from his shoulders; it's only the fact that his hands are too busy ghosting over her hips and waist that will prevent her from stripping him of it entirely. The Spyglass is unmarked, mostly, his body athletic and strong now from the work he's put in over the seasons, but by no means will he ever be muscular in the way of the Dark Star or the dragoons. His scars (the visible ones) stripe the length of his back, silver and pink welts that will likely never heal beyond this, but Tobi has seen all of that before.
What she hasn't seen - or it's unlikely, at the very least - is the confidence in the way Finn's kisses suddenly become a little less gentle and a little more needy; he draws her closer still as her lips decorate his shoulders with further affection, a hand cupping a breast still tragically covered by her bra. "Don't stop," he mumbles, his head tilting back a little.
She has seen all of this before, and more, in fact. But it's with eyes uninterested in healing him that she sees him with now. She's never known this man before, having only seen snippets of him the past few weeks that they've spent more time together. But now October is hungry to know him, and for him to know her and though she has no intention of rushing anything, gods if her mind is already jumping ahead.
The pressure against her bra—an entirely plain and practical thing because Milligan made sure Tobi had no time to change into something else—has the doctor leaning into the touch, her lips momentarily ceasing their kissing that she might close her lips around the way her breath suddenly wants to shiver out his name over and over again.
Around his waist, her legs tighten and then loosen. Arching up into his touch means she's unable to keep herself pressed into her lap the way she certainly wants to be, and it's with a wonderfully frustrated huff of air that she abandons kissing his shoulder in lieu of his lips once again. Reaching for the hand of his not pressed against her breast, she tries to guide it to the back of her bra that he might undo it. She could of course, but her fingers are much more interested in finding their way back into his curls despite how much she wants to feel more of her skin against his.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
The feel of her legs tightening around his waist is enough to have Finn trying to arch up against her as well, his lips parting to inhale a sharp breath of air before he forgets to breathe altogether. His fingers manage the clasp of her bra with an ease that would be worrying were it not for his past - but really, even if Finn spent most of his time servicing men, whores did more than just fuck. Indeed, wardrobe changes were a large part of the job.
Carefully stripping Tobi of bra and camisole as well, Finn's attentions move almost greedily to the soft column of her neck. His quiet moan of encouragement will vibrate against her throat to feel her fingers in his hair, and he tugs his shirt off properly to fully enjoy the feel of their bare skin pressed together. Finn's lips drop lower still, his hands gliding along her ribcage while his tongue flicks out to tease against one of her nipples.
And gods, he doesn't even realise how lost he is to the rest of the world at this point, how greedy he is for more of all of this.
Tobi is too consumed by the feeling of his hands against her, the anticipation and fleeting fear that comes with being at least partially naked in front of someone else. Ducking her head to make it easier for him to strip her of her clothes, she wraps her arms back around him as she tilts her chin up to give him access to whatever parts of her he might be interested in next. Tobi is naturally darker-skinned, but her time broiling out in the desert has left her darker than the Flowerbirth weather would normally allow. Especially with how much time she spends indoors.
Eyes slipping closed as they're pressed together, Tobi murmurs wordless encouragement into his curls as she all but cradles his head against her before he starts to descend lower. Aware of the fact that they're in her office still, even if it's only distantly, Tobi does her best to muffle the surprised gasp of pleasure and delight that his tongue against her nipple inspires. Her legs tighten against him again as October is caught between where his hands and tongue are and where they might be. Long and lean as she is, Tobi strains against him, wordlessly asking for more; more of his hands, more of his tongue, more of him.
Though it likely hasn't been as long for October between sexual partners as it has for Finn, still it takes very little for pulses of warmth to flare between her legs, rising buoyantly into her belly and making every sound that leaves her lips sound like a plea.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
For Finn it has been an eternity at the same time as it might as well have been five minutes. But really it doesn't matter how long since his last dalliance, because this is still wonderfully new. The feel of her around him, the sounds of her pleasure, the way her hands caress and tease across his skin - for all of Finn's experience, this is different. And different is good.
He lets her cues guide the path of his tongue and lips, the graze of his teeth against her breast, while his fingers twine through her dark hair and his free hand presses against her lower back, as if to try and get her closer. Eventually his enthusiasm guides him back, Finn drawing Tobi over him as his shoulders find the plush press of the rug. His arousal is painfully apparent, trapped as it is against his pants, and Finn draws back for a moment to simply gaze up at Tobi with eyes made darker by the evening light.
As Finn leans back, Tobi's body easily melds to fit around him; her knees sink to either sides of his waist while her hips descend down. Not all the way mind you, because while all of this seems to be going well so far, there's an unanswered question lingering in the back of the doctor's mind that demands an answer before she can proceed. Even thinking about calling a halt has a fresh flush of heat rising up through her core, as if her body might be able to convince her away from this recklessness that threatens to ruin everything.
'Finn,' It isn't said so much as her lips seem to naturally form the shape of his name now. Shivering on top of him but not because of the cold, Tobi has to resist the urge to simply blanket him with her body the way she so desperately wants to.
"Finn, I..." Huffing out a breath, Tobi having filled her lungs and then not actually let any of the air out, gazes down at Finn with apology and desire both. '...this isn't just about sex, for me.' She mumbles, reaching up to slide her hair over her neck so that it doesn't continuously fall into his face. 'Or, well...what I mean is that...I like you Finn. And...I obviously want you," This is said with a fluttery sort of laugh before her expression grows more serious again. '-but, I guess if that's all this is for you, I just...I just want to know.' Holding her breath, the hardness of him beneath her hips very much making her wish she'd initiated this conversation before having gotten to this place, all Tobi can do is wait. It both would and wouldn't surprise her if all Finn wanted was sex, and if he did, that was perfectly alright. She just needed to know.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
His name from her lips is like a siren song, Finn's back arching ever so slightly as if he might encourage her to say it again. Flushed and clearly very wound up by this point, Tobi might perhaps understand why it takes a couple of moments for the Spyglass to realise that she's trying to hold a conversation with him. His lips are numb and tingling, and all the places she's just been touching are on fire with a need for more.
"Uh," he says helpfully, before trying to yank his mind back into thinking in straight lines. "I like you, Tobi," he tries again. "This... this isn't just sex for me. It can't be. I don't know if I would be able to..." He almost winces with the admission. "Not with just anyone. Not any more." If that doesn't tell her everything, his erection will probably do the rest. "I want you," he murmurs, leaning in to press his lips against hers again, wanting her wrapped all around him, craving her touch, her heat.
Tobi immediately shakes her head, not wanting him to feel like he needs to justify or explain. As he admits that he likes her, the desire flees from her expression momentarily, replaced by a very girlish and crooked smile. Biting the inside of her lower lip as it tries to run away with her smile.
Willingly she melts against him, her concerns alleviated entirely. Her hips sink against him, and though Tobi wants nothing more than to feel Finn's tongue against her own, the press of him between her thighs has her pulling back with an airy gasp. "Have me then, Finn." She whispers into the nothing-space between them, each word painted against his lips with her own as the brush. "I just want you." Not your body. Not your title. Just you. You, you, you.
Now it's her turn to edge down the length of him, her lips falling away from his to trek across his jaw, his neck, and then his shoulders. Her hands have moved to support this descent, tucking against his sides as she continues to flutter kisses, her nipples adding their own texture to the canvas of him. Tobi isn't the type for coy bites or nails dug into skin, but those aren't the only ways of showing need and desire. Her fingers know the body intimately, and so it's with a touch that boasts of knowing where and what to touch, that Tobi's hands trail over him. Reaching his belt, the doctor pauses, looking up at him with flushed cheeks, messy hair, and dark eyes. Slowly she releases the leather, and then the button, watching his face for signs that she ought to stop.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Somewhere in the back of his mind, in all the spaces not currently on fire with arousal, Finn can barely comprehend what is happening. Things have escalated, put simply, beyond kisses and caresses, and now his reservations are taking a backseat to the raw needs of his body and his mind both. So when Tobi tells him to have her, there's hardly room for him to think of anything further before he's trying to make good on that demand. There's a thrill in it, Finn finds, of wanting to do what's demanded of him, though before he can begin to move, Tobi is beating him to it.
He comes alive under the touch of her hands, cheeks flushed and hips arching up, especially as her fingers find his belt buckle. It comes away with little trouble, though the same can't be said of his pants, given the hard length of him currently straining against the fabric. When Tobi looks up at him, the sight of her alone is enough to part Finn's lips and have his fingers tangling carefully in her hair. He strokes gently across the back of her neck, trying to ignore how he wants to buck against her, to try and coax more out of the moment.
Please isn't something he wants to utter, but his expression all but gives it away. Please, don't stop. Don't stop touching me.
It isn't only her canine instincts that has her leaning into his touch, but the need to please as well. Their archetypes will certainly be their undoing in this, if they aren't already. Finn isn't the first to wordlessly ask October for what they need, and strange as this all is (not 24 hours ago she was asking him if he wanted wine and stale crackers and reading him bedtime stories), Tobi knows exactly what's being communicated. "I want you." She whispers again, the tension pressed against the button of his pants no match for fingers used to stitching skin back together and dealing with unwieldy patients. Having seen Finn fully naked before is nothing at all like what Tobi is experiencing now, and the urge to gawk and stare at him is only counteracted by the rising of his hips. This makes it all the easier to slip his pants and underwear down to his knees, and it's only because Tobi isn't some horny adolescent that she has the forethought not to stop there, but to pull them down to his ankles. The moment is stalled as she fights for a few seconds with his shoes, before she's finally able to render him fully naked.
It isn't with love that Tobi looks at Finn, it being far too early for that, but it's certainly closer to that emotion than it is pure lust. Fitting herself between his knees, Tobi's fingers ghost their way up his thighs. Quite aroused already and very much wanting more of him than just this, it's with a tongue that aims to tease rather than tug towards orgasm that she lavished against the head of his cock.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
It might well be the first time that someone has said I want you to Finn where the need and the passion is reciprocated rather than endured. Tobi wants him, and he wants to be wanted by her. He craves the touch of her hands to drown out anything hammering at the locked doors of his unconscious; he needs the soft caress of her skin and the fever heat of her tongue against him. It has been so long since Finn has beeen touched at all, let alone touched like this, let alone pleasured, and he damned near loses his mind with it.
The moan she draws from his lips will unfortunately give the game away to any nosy nurses listening against the door. But Finn can't help himself when, having stripped him bare, Tobi's lips come to tease at the head of his cock. He resists the urge to arch up and against her, knowing better than to be so impolite (unless she's into that sort of thing), but gods if this isn't enough.
Drawing in a shuddering breath of air, Finn traps another moan behind teeth that bite at his lower lip. He aches with a need for more of her, for more of this, and while Finn is a patient man, he suddenly hates himself for it.
Milligan, as I'm sure we've all assumed, is absolutely listening at the door. Does she have a mirror beneath it? A cup pressed against her ear to hear what's being said? Is she hastily waiving away anyone who tries to talk to her and peering through the keyhole that she might get a better idea of what's going on inside?
Tobi's fingers can feel the tension in his thighs, and it makes her smile around him. She presses her fingertips into his muscles, willing him to relax. She isn't going anywhere, and neither is the sensation. Just enjoy it, she would say, were her lips not busy. But of course, Finn isn't the only one already mentally eyeing what else they might do, and so while it makes Tobi shiver and burn to hear him moan, she swirls her tongue around him a final time before sitting up.
Her hands move from his thighs to the incredibly flattering (not) elastic waistband of her pants. "I...haven't had time to..." Blushing furiously, Tobi looks down the length of her stomach. "..I mean, I didn't expect to have sex anytime, and so.." Hygiene wasn't a problem. Landscaping though? Tobi could only imagine what Finn was used to, and suddenly the heat in her belly flashed into a reinvigorated frustration towards Milligan.
Don't make it bad take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
