please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
Tobi adores Finn for allowing himself to have this. In the stillness of his pleasure as much as the thrashing of it, she can sense the blankness of his mind in a way that she rarely sees. Sometimes with Ever, when they're reading or organizing she thinks she sees it, and though it's a bit nonsensical to think of turning Finn on as a means of turning him off, she's tongue-tied with delight on his behalf.
As he collapses, Tobi curls herself against him to lavish his chest, shoulders, and then his jaw and cheeks with kisses. Some are slow, savouring the warm saltiness of his skin, while others skitter briefly like snowflakes. Relaxing her fingers in the sheets, Tobi softly cups the side of Finn's face, her thumb covering the place where the hollow of one dimple usually is. 'Good?' She wonders more or less rhetorically, unable to hide her smile as she reaches forward to kiss his bottom lip.
As he collapses, Tobi curls herself against him to lavish his chest, shoulders, and then his jaw and cheeks with kisses. Some are slow, savouring the warm saltiness of his skin, while others skitter briefly like snowflakes. Relaxing her fingers in the sheets, Tobi softly cups the side of Finn's face, her thumb covering the place where the hollow of one dimple usually is. 'Good?' She wonders more or less rhetorically, unable to hide her smile as she reaches forward to kiss his bottom lip.
October
