October
"No, you couldn't." Tobi agrees in a whispered sing-song voice as her shoulders shrug. The bunching of her arms has Finn's shirt rising higher on her hips, the misaligned buttons puckering all the more as her thighs nestle against his and she sinks fully into his lap. Heat whispers outward, pooling in the balls of her feet and warming the back of her throat as she beams down at Finn.
'I'm really glad you're home.' She says sweetly, adjusting herself against him both for her own benefit as well as his (so she thinks). The movement has her inhaling sharply as lazy fireworks of arousal begin to pulse in her belly. Tilting her head and leaning forward, Tobi aims soft kisses for the side of Finn's neck as her hands leave the back of the couch to tousle in his curls.
'I'm really glad you're home.' She says sweetly, adjusting herself against him both for her own benefit as well as his (so she thinks). The movement has her inhaling sharply as lazy fireworks of arousal begin to pulse in her belly. Tilting her head and leaning forward, Tobi aims soft kisses for the side of Finn's neck as her hands leave the back of the couch to tousle in his curls.
with illusions of someday cast in a golden light
