please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
He pauses their wayward venture just as they move into the bedroom, and as he does, Tobi is quite certain that Finn has come to his senses. He wouldn't be wrong of course—a work trip, no matter how dangerous, is hardly a reason for them to suddenly be edging their relationship back toward a place it had only been for a few hours or so nearly a year prior—so as he begins to guide her hands down the length of his body, for a moment she can do little other than blink numbly. "Slow." She agrees after a moment, smiling up at him, relieved beyond measure. Had he not said anything, Tobi is quite certainly the wildfire in her belly might have led her to do precisely all the opposite things. Instead, she lowers her gaze to the buttons on his shirt as her fingers meander over the muscles and scarred lines of his torso.
Almost every one of Tobi's thoughts was coloured by worry, leaving her tongue-tied before Finn. Do you like when I do this? could be the sort of thing often said to Finn; Can I take your clothes off might be another, just as much as, I like touching you. But she is not those men, and nor is Finn wearing silk in one of those rooms. And she does want to take his clothes off, and she does like to touch him.
Fingers well versed in anatomy slide over Finn's body to his shoulders where her hands find the tension in his shoulders and grip it with a soft warmth meant to soothe his muscles. At the same time, Tobi has raised herself onto her toes to kiss Finn again, her lips and tongue frustratingly slow against him, as she deepens her kiss in pace with the pressure of her fingers.
Almost every one of Tobi's thoughts was coloured by worry, leaving her tongue-tied before Finn. Do you like when I do this? could be the sort of thing often said to Finn; Can I take your clothes off might be another, just as much as, I like touching you. But she is not those men, and nor is Finn wearing silk in one of those rooms. And she does want to take his clothes off, and she does like to touch him.
Fingers well versed in anatomy slide over Finn's body to his shoulders where her hands find the tension in his shoulders and grip it with a soft warmth meant to soothe his muscles. At the same time, Tobi has raised herself onto her toes to kiss Finn again, her lips and tongue frustratingly slow against him, as she deepens her kiss in pace with the pressure of her fingers.
October
