awareness is the enemy of sanity
"I am afraid I can't, but I could always channel and see if Frey could help," Finn suggests, his voice a little strained by the arch of his back, but he's otherwise fine. (And let's be real, this is absolutely not the most acrobatic position he's ever been wrangled into). The past few seasons of athleticism all come to help him out now, because his arms hold steady even if he's continuing to blush about all of this.
"You couldn't do this for me, I'd crush you," he objects, as if she's forgotten the size difference between them. "I could probably carry you to bed like this, though. But I will be coming back to clean the dishes." She can stop him from messing with his shirt, but she'll never prevent him from clearing up a mess before bed.
"You couldn't do this for me, I'd crush you," he objects, as if she's forgotten the size difference between them. "I could probably carry you to bed like this, though. But I will be coming back to clean the dishes." She can stop him from messing with his shirt, but she'll never prevent him from clearing up a mess before bed.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
