Tobi
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.
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
take a sad song and make it b e t t e r
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection
