FINN
and into the forest i go,
"We can find new things in between enjoying the things we already like, can't we?" Finn asks, a hint of humour in his voice (which is a rare enough thing on its own without taking into account just how distracted he is at present). He does let her lips part from his own so she can tease her way down the length of his body, and even without a verbal confirmation yes or no, it should be very apparent that he does indeed enjoy it.
His fingers have slipped with utmost care into her dark curls by the time she looks up at him, and his eyes are darkened by the fae light spilling in from the hallway. And as she moves to unbutton his pants, her fingers ghosting across the obvious tent in them, he inhales shakily and gives a gentle nod yes, though already he feels as though their positions ought to be reversed.
His fingers have slipped with utmost care into her dark curls by the time she looks up at him, and his eyes are darkened by the fae light spilling in from the hallway. And as she moves to unbutton his pants, her fingers ghosting across the obvious tent in them, he inhales shakily and gives a gentle nod yes, though already he feels as though their positions ought to be reversed.
to lose my mind and find my soul
