i know it'll break me—so go slow, i wanna daydream
Tobi isn't surprised that he parts from her; no amount of confused arousal would likely overcome Finn's basic instincts the way it is trying to overcome hers. Fluttering her eyelashes to focus as she gazes up at him, Tobi shifts so that she might cover his hand with hers. A smile tries to shiver across her lips, but the way they part and tense out of wanting halts its progress such that it's only her eyes that shine and smile up at him.
"Then no, gods don't stop." She whispers, releasing his hand so that her fingers might tremble up the athletic muscle of his stomach. "I want you so much." Tobi adds a touch shyly, as if thinking of him this way was something for which she ought to feel shame. For all of her worries, her hand still flutters back down his torso to rest against the top of his pants where her fingers hook against the material and beg to plunge deeper.
"Then no, gods don't stop." She whispers, releasing his hand so that her fingers might tremble up the athletic muscle of his stomach. "I want you so much." Tobi adds a touch shyly, as if thinking of him this way was something for which she ought to feel shame. For all of her worries, her hand still flutters back down his torso to rest against the top of his pants where her fingers hook against the material and beg to plunge deeper.
October
