"God's it's so cute you're going to sell tea." She giggled. "I'll have to come and visit — probably means I have to wear shoes though." SIGH. "The sacrifices I make for you."
She finished setting up their poles and leaned them on the side of the boat, hands settled on the bench.
Kind of funny how one person Finnick has a crush on is neurotic about cleanliness and another is pretty much always covered in dirt or forest material of some kind. Certainly there won't be a threesome with those two involved.
He decides they're far enough out and pulls the oars into the boat, taking one of the rods from Sky. With his left arm, he casts it out far with a graceful flick of his wrist.
"Oh I'd be a fucking nightmare for him then." She said. "Guess I'll have to pull out all the stops when I go."
Night Sky took up her rod and cast it in the other direction, setting it between her knees and settling in for what she assumed would be an uneventful couple of minutes. "I know there's sunfish and bass? But I wouldn't be surprised if this place had weird shit like freshwater squid or something."
"I know." She said, smiling innocently in his direction.
Night Sky shrugged. "Maybe? If they're into women I wouldn't mind jumping in later, but I like watching my partners enjoying themselves. And I kind of want to see you with a dick in your mouth." Sue her. "I mean a rod. In your— ah fuck it."
"It's cute." She said, perking up when she thought she saw her line move, then sighing when it resettled. "You looked happy from what I could see. You deserve it."
Night Sky opened her mouth to reply, but stopped as he spoke again.
She nearly dropped her rod off the boat when she barked out a laugh. "Hahaha! Sorry!" She lowered her voice. "Sorry. I'm going to scare the damn fish if you crack more jokes like that."
Her laughing like that is a small thrill to him. Okay, a big thrill, though he tries not to show his excitement. He can't remember the last time anyone laughed at a joke he made, let alone one as dumb as that one. The only person who ever really humored him like that was Annie.
He may be in love with this woman.
"I don't mind catching nothing if it means hearing you laugh all day."
Night Sky wiped a tear from her eye, those last little giggles escaping before she took a breath and calmed herself.
Color crept across her cheeks, and she figured she could blame it on how hard she was laughing and not the fact that that was one of the sweetest things anyone said to her.
"As sweet as that is, we need to catch some fish for dinner! I don't want to go hunting tonight and take time from our camping."
He keeps glancing between Sky and his line with a sly smile, but at her comment, he begins to focus more on actually fishing. Up until now, he's been mostly just relaxing on the water and hoping something will bite.
"There's a bit of a technique to it. The lure is meant to look like a fish, and fish move. So you need to move your-- rod and pull in your line in such a way that it looks like a fish swimming."
He demonstrates, alternating between pulling up a bit on the rod, and reeling the line in just a little at a time.
She grinned when he said rod. Because of course she did. But she also took the instructions to heart and started gently moving her rod and reeling slowly.
"A lot more fun fishing with you than it ever was back home."
He jokes. Sure enough, the technique or maybe the new elevation of the lure finds him a bite. The line tugs, and he feels a rush of excitement, instantly reeling in as fast and hard as he can with his stupid prosthetic. He's not practiced with using it for this, so it's pretty jerky.
"Here- reel!"
He hands the rod over to her, taking hers with his other hand. She'll probably do a better job of this part so they can actually have dinner, plus he wants her to have the accomplishment of the first catch.
"It definitely helps." Beats staring at nothing otherwise. Although Finnick and his sexiness was a terrible distraction while fishing.
Night Sky would have been perfectly content not having the rod shoved at her so suddenly, but even while briefly panicked, she managed the hand-off and turned, reeling in as fast as she could and with all the strength she had in her.
A few things happened in the next few seconds. First, the rather large bass on the end of the line rose up from the water as Night Sky pulled it up. Then, there was a loud yelp, a splash, and a moment where the boat might have flipped entirely before it settled, revealing a flopping fish on the floor of the planks, and Night Sky nowhere to be seen.
Finnick's eyes are instinctually on the fish as it comes up out of the water, and he reaches to grab it and pull it into the boat. But his gaze snaps over as Sky yelps, and he sees her fall into the water.
"Shit!"
Just as instinctually, he steps up onto the side of the boat and dives in, opening his eyes to find her in the water, then grabs her and pulls her swiftly to the surface. He makes sure they're both next to the side of the boat.
"Grab me- grab the boat-" he instructs quickly, as soon as they're up above the surface.
Falling directly into the water was not something she enjoyed; the shock of it causing her to become briefly dazed. But then she was being pulled up to the surface, cresting the water with a gasp as she clutched onto Finnick.
"Ah—" She sputtered, grasping at the side of the boat. "Did I — did I get it?" Was she laughing?
He's briefly panicked and paying close attention to her to make sure she's okay. Once he realizes she's laughing and breathing, he catches his own breath and grabs the side of the boat (his other hand still gripping her hard) and peers over the side. He hears it before he sees it anyway- the huge fish flopping around in there.
"You got it, baby!" He laughs with her, breathlessly.
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She finished setting up their poles and leaned them on the side of the boat, hands settled on the bench.
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"Yeah, you will- Levi's an absolute clean freak."
Kind of funny how one person Finnick has a crush on is neurotic about cleanliness and another is pretty much always covered in dirt or forest material of some kind. Certainly there won't be a threesome with those two involved.
He decides they're far enough out and pulls the oars into the boat, taking one of the rods from Sky. With his left arm, he casts it out far with a graceful flick of his wrist.
"Wonder what kind of fish we'll get."
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Night Sky took up her rod and cast it in the other direction, setting it between her knees and settling in for what she assumed would be an uneventful couple of minutes. "I know there's sunfish and bass? But I wouldn't be surprised if this place had weird shit like freshwater squid or something."
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The silence of the lake settles around them. Pretty different from the roar of waves in the ocean.
"A squid would be crazy. I don't know if you can catch those with rods though. Might need a special trap."
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She shrugged. "You're the rod expert." A beat. She snickered.
Idiot.
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He smiles to himself, getting that little new-reciprocated-crush feeling.
He snickers at the joke as well. They're very mature.
"I have handled more than my fair share of rods, that's true."
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She giggled. "Yeah I bet you have. You should show me how you handle them, actually. If we find any willing rod-havers."
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Finnick sounds a hint shy about admitting this, which is odd since he'll usually proclaim anything sexual in pretty much any forum.
"I'm sure between the two of us, we could find a willing rod-haver. You sure you'd only want to watch, though?"
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Night Sky shrugged. "Maybe? If they're into women I wouldn't mind jumping in later, but I like watching my partners enjoying themselves. And I kind of want to see you with a dick in your mouth." Sue her. "I mean a rod. In your— ah fuck it."
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"Alright, we'll find a rod-haver that likes being watched, then. And who will shove their dick in my mouth. Sounds fun to me."
Face-sitting is even funner when being choked by cock.
"Wait- did you say you know I kissed Levi?"
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"Hm? Oh. I saw you at the lantern thing." She said. "Was I not supposed to?"
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"No, that's fine, we were in public. I figured someone would see..."
How does this feel more exposing than if she'd seen him fucking someone?
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"It's cute." She said, perking up when she thought she saw her line move, then sighing when it resettled. "You looked happy from what I could see. You deserve it."
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One brow lifts.
"And tough nut to bust." He bites his lip. Stupid.
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She nearly dropped her rod off the boat when she barked out a laugh. "Hahaha! Sorry!" She lowered her voice. "Sorry. I'm going to scare the damn fish if you crack more jokes like that."
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He may be in love with this woman.
"I don't mind catching nothing if it means hearing you laugh all day."
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Color crept across her cheeks, and she figured she could blame it on how hard she was laughing and not the fact that that was one of the sweetest things anyone said to her.
"As sweet as that is, we need to catch some fish for dinner! I don't want to go hunting tonight and take time from our camping."
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"There's a bit of a technique to it. The lure is meant to look like a fish, and fish move. So you need to move your-- rod and pull in your line in such a way that it looks like a fish swimming."
He demonstrates, alternating between pulling up a bit on the rod, and reeling the line in just a little at a time.
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"A lot more fun fishing with you than it ever was back home."
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He jokes. Sure enough, the technique or maybe the new elevation of the lure finds him a bite. The line tugs, and he feels a rush of excitement, instantly reeling in as fast and hard as he can with his stupid prosthetic. He's not practiced with using it for this, so it's pretty jerky.
"Here- reel!"
He hands the rod over to her, taking hers with his other hand. She'll probably do a better job of this part so they can actually have dinner, plus he wants her to have the accomplishment of the first catch.
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Night Sky would have been perfectly content not having the rod shoved at her so suddenly, but even while briefly panicked, she managed the hand-off and turned, reeling in as fast as she could and with all the strength she had in her.
A few things happened in the next few seconds. First, the rather large bass on the end of the line rose up from the water as Night Sky pulled it up. Then, there was a loud yelp, a splash, and a moment where the boat might have flipped entirely before it settled, revealing a flopping fish on the floor of the planks, and Night Sky nowhere to be seen.
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"Shit!"
Just as instinctually, he steps up onto the side of the boat and dives in, opening his eyes to find her in the water, then grabs her and pulls her swiftly to the surface. He makes sure they're both next to the side of the boat.
"Grab me- grab the boat-" he instructs quickly, as soon as they're up above the surface.
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"Ah—" She sputtered, grasping at the side of the boat. "Did I — did I get it?" Was she laughing?
Yes.
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"You got it, baby!" He laughs with her, breathlessly.
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wrapping this for our sanity