finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
It's probably a blessing in this case, that Finn does know what he knows, because there's no part of him that doesn't want to give Tobi what she's telling him what she wants without saying it outright. He draws back only for a moment, and Tobi will hear the soft weight of his shirt hitting the ground beside their bed, before his hands are upon her again, coaxing her hips up and her legs apart.
He's just pressing the first of what promise to be many kisses along the back of her thighs (and then some) when his name hits the air, Finn pausing and letting his eyes open to peer up towards the head of the bed. "Would you like me to stop?" he asks, his voice little more than a soft rumble. He had said for her to tell him if anything changed, after all.
He's just pressing the first of what promise to be many kisses along the back of her thighs (and then some) when his name hits the air, Finn pausing and letting his eyes open to peer up towards the head of the bed. "Would you like me to stop?" he asks, his voice little more than a soft rumble. He had said for her to tell him if anything changed, after all.
it always feels so stark
