hopeless wanderer

Tobi

Shivering against him as the last pulses of her orgasm ripple down toward her toes, Tobi lets herself settle in the post-pleasure bliss that is still blocking out thoughts of nosey nurses and the impropriety of what they've just done and where. The who of it all is still fuzzy around the edges of her mind, the doctor not quite able to believe that she's just had sex with Finn of all people, that it was exactly what she wanted and nothing like she'd imagined, and that he currently has the nerve (confidence? wit? charm?) to sound smug about it.

'Finn!' She grumbles playfully as she sinks into his kiss, so much softer than the ones she'd moments-ago demanded of him. However, as the bubble bursts and Tobi realizes that they—she—is naked on her own floor, she's struck by a species of embarrassment that is probably closer to forward-looking shame. SHe doesn't feel bad yet, but she knows she will.

That she should.

'I can't believe we just did that.' She mumbles, and while there's no regret in her voice at all, Tobi can't help but be a bit shocked by it. Reaching up to tug the blanket they'd slept under the night before, she hastily tries to cover them both up wanting to preserve their modesty (too late) and the moment.

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