"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.
"That's what she said. Okay, you first. Then you'll be a counterweight for my heavy ass. Grab the side."
Finnick also grabs the side and uses his real arm to hoist her up, kicking powerfully to prevent them or the boat from sinking too much as she pulls herself in.
"Ahah!" She couldn't stop laughing. And it actually took her a few seconds to do so before she hoisted herself up into the boat with a flop right beside the fish.
She sat up carefully and reached out for him with both hands.
Finnick clamours back into the boat quite un-gracefully, laughing as he flops by the fish too. He grabs a bucket he brought and chucks the fish into it, adding some cold water to keep it fresh.
The two catch a couple more fish, though not as big as the first one, and decide it's enough for dinner. Finnick rows them in and returns the boat, then carries the bucket, along with a backpack full of camping shit, off the docks.
It was an exciting ordeal with far less falls into the water after the first, with Night Sky giggling stupidly for the majority of it — recalling bad jokes she and Finnick made or making new ones along the way.
Once off the shore, she wrang the last bits of the lake out of her hair, eagerly leading him off into the woods, her hand in his and a bag in her other hand full of... well, not camping supplies. Definitely smores ingredients because that was the most important part.
Her campsite was deep in the woods, a trail led by humanoid and animal tracks digging repeatedly into the dirt and grass. Night Sky could see in the dark, her eyes shining like a cats in the flickering light of twilight that managed to peek through the trees. It was a few steps into the wood that she realized Finnick probably couldn't. "Ah... should I get a torch?"
Finnick loves the way he can act completely stupid with Sky, laugh and joke about dumb and sexual things without feeling self-conscious or judged in the slightest. It's very rare that Finnick feels his silliness is appreciated.
As soon as the two enter the woods in the dark, Finnick is set on edge. He grips her hand more tightly and nods. He's about to rummage in the backpack for a light source, until he remembers she can just make one.
"Mmn." A contemplative hum. Night Sky adjusted her bag to sling over her shoulder instead, keeping a firm grip on his hand as she used her free one to conjure a torch from her palm. "There's matches in your bag. Can you get them, baby?" She asked, her voice soft and, she hoped, soothing enough to quell whatever fears he had.
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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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He pauses.
"That's what she said. Okay, you first. Then you'll be a counterweight for my heavy ass. Grab the side."
Finnick also grabs the side and uses his real arm to hoist her up, kicking powerfully to prevent them or the boat from sinking too much as she pulls herself in.
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She sat up carefully and reached out for him with both hands.
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The two catch a couple more fish, though not as big as the first one, and decide it's enough for dinner. Finnick rows them in and returns the boat, then carries the bucket, along with a backpack full of camping shit, off the docks.
"Your turn to lead the way, sweetness."
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Once off the shore, she wrang the last bits of the lake out of her hair, eagerly leading him off into the woods, her hand in his and a bag in her other hand full of... well, not camping supplies. Definitely smores ingredients because that was the most important part.
Her campsite was deep in the woods, a trail led by humanoid and animal tracks digging repeatedly into the dirt and grass. Night Sky could see in the dark, her eyes shining like a cats in the flickering light of twilight that managed to peek through the trees. It was a few steps into the wood that she realized Finnick probably couldn't. "Ah... should I get a torch?"
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As soon as the two enter the woods in the dark, Finnick is set on edge. He grips her hand more tightly and nods. He's about to rummage in the backpack for a light source, until he remembers she can just make one.
"Please."
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wrapping this for our sanity