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.
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.
FINN
