October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
"Yeah." Tobi replies with a nod, her cheeks so rounded from her smile that they've begun to ache. "I do."
There can be no real passion like this, not when they've both been hardly sleeping, not when there is an entire life sandwiched between them, and not when Tobi still has so many questions. But gods if Finn's lips against hers aren't enough to make it all bleed away for one bright and shining moment. It feels as though she's melting against him, like all her fears and worries about what the next few days, weeks, months will bring, might just flow away. That is until she suddenly feels something warm against the inside of her ankle, and realizes that the feeling of melting might not have been quite so metaphorical.
Pulling back with a sharp breath, Tobi reaches out her hands to put them on Finn's shoulders, that she might brace against him in order to look down. She can't see her feet, but she can feel what, to her mind, feels like a jug of water has just been dumped down the front of her leggings. "..Finn.." Her fingers tighten against his shoulders, but not by much. "Finn, I can't see, did..." Was this happening?
Right now?
"..did my water just break?"
There can be no real passion like this, not when they've both been hardly sleeping, not when there is an entire life sandwiched between them, and not when Tobi still has so many questions. But gods if Finn's lips against hers aren't enough to make it all bleed away for one bright and shining moment. It feels as though she's melting against him, like all her fears and worries about what the next few days, weeks, months will bring, might just flow away. That is until she suddenly feels something warm against the inside of her ankle, and realizes that the feeling of melting might not have been quite so metaphorical.
Pulling back with a sharp breath, Tobi reaches out her hands to put them on Finn's shoulders, that she might brace against him in order to look down. She can't see her feet, but she can feel what, to her mind, feels like a jug of water has just been dumped down the front of her leggings. "..Finn.." Her fingers tighten against his shoulders, but not by much. "Finn, I can't see, did..." Was this happening?
Right now?
"..did my water just break?"
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
