blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Distantly, Finn wonders how many ways he might hear Tobi say his name today, and it's lucky that he is kissing her, because otherwise those thoughts might have made themselves known. It's hardly been a full night of nothing but passion, and yet the Spyglass still aches in ways that are vaguely familiar and far too satisfying. "Hm...?" He (obviously) hasn't been forward-thinking, and there's certainly no shame there as the doctor grabs for the blanket to draw it over them.
"I am tired now, but I hardly think this is a good place to sleep," he says, as playful as Finn gets. "And if you can't believe it, I suppose we could always do it again...?" The Spyglass catches himself, flashing Tobi a boyish smile before fully bringing himself back to the here and now, clearing his throat and glancing about the office. Scattered with their clothing, at least they haven't knocked anything over.
"I will get your scrubs," he decides, carefully peeling himself off the rug so he might collect her clothes and allow her to keep her modesty.
"I am tired now, but I hardly think this is a good place to sleep," he says, as playful as Finn gets. "And if you can't believe it, I suppose we could always do it again...?" The Spyglass catches himself, flashing Tobi a boyish smile before fully bringing himself back to the here and now, clearing his throat and glancing about the office. Scattered with their clothing, at least they haven't knocked anything over.
"I will get your scrubs," he decides, carefully peeling himself off the rug so he might collect her clothes and allow her to keep her modesty.
FINN
