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