hopeless wanderer

Tobi

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

Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection