"Always thinking of me, aren't you?" She mused. Funny how they thought the same thing about each other at the same time — how lucky she was to have him. She could only hope he knew how much she truly adored him and hoped all of this was just as fun for him as it was for her.

Night Sky worked him with her fingers for a few seconds, urging more of those sounds from him before she pulled back. Less prep needed tonight, thanks to that toy. She did not make him wait much longer; lined up with that lubed toy pressed to his hole, body hunched over his with her palms pressed besides Finnick's head. She eased the toy in slow, letting it stretch him open for her. "Gods, baby, you feel so good."