"Had to put his mouth on everything. I never complained." Duh.
Anyway! Smores! Night Sky excitedly pulled out everything they needed, kissing the top of Finnick's head as she handed him a stick with a marshmallow at the end. "Okay. You're going to roast that over the fire until it starts browning. Not too much."
"Sounds like your kinda guy. And mine." He smirks.
He takes the stick and starts roasting the mallow. It's hard to see exactly how brown it gets, but he is used to roasting things.
Unforutnately, the things Finnick usually roasts are not nearly so flammable as the little ball of sugar, and he almost immediately holds it too close to flame and catches it.
"Ah!" He brings it toward him, trying to blow it out but a bit too busy laughing.
Night Sky squealed in both surprise and a fit of laughter herself when he pulled the flaming marshmallow back, blowing on it hurriedly to put it out. "My sweet, stupid baby boy, I didn't think I had to specify not to jam it into the fire." Said with all the love in her heart.
Normally he doesn't like condescension, but this is Night Sky, and also, he was being stupid. It feels more like a compliment coming from her anyway, so he just giggles into her.
Then he examines the marshmallow. Half of it is black.
She leaned in to quickly kiss those pouting lips, "I mean, no, but..." She plucked the marshmallow off the stick and popped it into her mouth, chewing for a moment before speaking. "Your first s'more has to be perfect. Here." Stuck another one on the end of his stick, set her hand over his, and gently eased the stick over the fire. "Slow and steady, baby. Then turn it just a little."
He smiles again at the kiss, and her help with the marshmallow. He holds it where she guides him to, careful not to get it too close this time. He leans his head on her shoulder again, wrapping his real arm around her, praying his fake hand doesn't fail him now and drop this shit into the fire.
"I like being yours."
Her baby. It's nice. He's never really been that to someone, not even Annie- that was more the other way around.
Night Sky felt her cheeks flush, and she was so tempted to just say fuck it to the s'mores and kiss him again, harder, longer.
Soon. She did turn her head to kiss his temple. "I like that you're mine." She murmured into his hair. "And I plan to keep you, sweet thing."
Night Sky urged his stick back, the marshmallow nice and toasty brown. She gathered up the crackers and chocolate. "Here hold this." She handed him said cracker and chocolate, then grabbed the marshmallow and squished it onto the chocolate. "Okay, now you get another cracker and squish it all together."
He smiles against her, then sits up again to make the s'more.
"Squiiiiiish," he says, as he squishes the sandwich all together. It just seems right to say it.
He laughs in amazement as he examines the sandwich of pure sugar. Then he takes a bite. The marshmallow gets all over his lips and fingers, but it tastes amazing.
Eh. Someone in Faerie probably told her what an airplane was. She fucked in a car once! Yay modern vehicles!
She opened her mouth, took a bite, and moaned as the sugary sweetness hit her tongue. "Whoever invented these should be ascended to godhood." She said, chocolate and marshmallow goo along the corner of her mouth.
She gasped. "S'more angel. S'mangel." She laughed, reaching for his hand and raising it to her lips so she could lick the remnants of the snack off his fingers. "Mmn. Didn't think it could taste any better, but clearly I was wrong."
His laughter was contagious, and she couldn't stop herself even while trying to be sexy. Night Sky giggled softly as he moved in closer, letting his hand drop from her grasp so she could lean in, head tilted.
"You don't have to ask twice, sweet thing." She purred, cupping his cheek and kissing him, tongue rolling over the remnants of chocolate and marshmallow on his lips.
Odd how the thing that ultimately made him fall for her was just these stupid jokes, these laughing fits. There are so few people Finnick can laugh with. Sure, he laughs a lot, but it feels so much better when it's shared.
He melts into her kiss, savoring the feeling of her skilled tongue lapping up the sweets, and he licks her lips in return. He loops his arms around her neck, humming in a satisfied way as he leans into her. Oddly, though, he doesn't necessarily want to have sex. He's enjoying just... Hanging out with her. He breaks the kiss, lingering with his forehead against hers.
Night Sky slid her arms around him in turn, held him close while they kissed. And when he pulled back, she happily let her forehead rest against his.
There was a moment where the world seemed to stand still. Where the flickering flames of firelight blurred in her periphery, and only Finnick remained. What she was about to do next was... crazy. So quick even for her. But it felt right, like so many things did with him.
"You can't tell anyone. Promise me." She sounded serious. More serious than Night Sky ever was.
She took a breath. "So Sylvan elves have two names. It's something we've always done — public names like Night Sky and Frost Hand and stuff like that. But we have private names too, reserved for family and people we trust implicitly. Only — only Arrakis, Lehna and Red Son know it here now." She bit her lip. "I want you to know it, too."
She gasped softly; shivered and leaned forward to hide her face against his neck. Always a shock to hear it said back in a voice belonging to someone she truly cared for.
"I — thank you, and you're welcome. I don't know what it is, Finnick, but I trust you. It's so easy. Everything is around you."
Night Sky stayed there, nestled in his embrace, safe and content and warm.
"Mm." She hummed in agreement. "I feel like... you get me. It's so easy to be myself with you." She chuckled. "And you're hilarious. I haven't laughed this much in forever."
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Anyway! Smores! Night Sky excitedly pulled out everything they needed, kissing the top of Finnick's head as she handed him a stick with a marshmallow at the end. "Okay. You're going to roast that over the fire until it starts browning. Not too much."
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He takes the stick and starts roasting the mallow. It's hard to see exactly how brown it gets, but he is used to roasting things.
Unforutnately, the things Finnick usually roasts are not nearly so flammable as the little ball of sugar, and he almost immediately holds it too close to flame and catches it.
"Ah!" He brings it toward him, trying to blow it out but a bit too busy laughing.
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Night Sky squealed in both surprise and a fit of laughter herself when he pulled the flaming marshmallow back, blowing on it hurriedly to put it out. "My sweet, stupid baby boy, I didn't think I had to specify not to jam it into the fire." Said with all the love in her heart.
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Normally he doesn't like condescension, but this is Night Sky, and also, he was being stupid. It feels more like a compliment coming from her anyway, so he just giggles into her.
Then he examines the marshmallow. Half of it is black.
"Is it bad now?" He pouts.
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"I like being yours."
Her baby. It's nice. He's never really been that to someone, not even Annie- that was more the other way around.
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Soon. She did turn her head to kiss his temple. "I like that you're mine." She murmured into his hair. "And I plan to keep you, sweet thing."
Night Sky urged his stick back, the marshmallow nice and toasty brown. She gathered up the crackers and chocolate. "Here hold this." She handed him said cracker and chocolate, then grabbed the marshmallow and squished it onto the chocolate. "Okay, now you get another cracker and squish it all together."
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"Squiiiiiish," he says, as he squishes the sandwich all together. It just seems right to say it.
He laughs in amazement as he examines the sandwich of pure sugar. Then he takes a bite. The marshmallow gets all over his lips and fingers, but it tastes amazing.
"Omahgah," he says, giggling a little.
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"It's soooo good, right?" She asked. "Let me have a bite." She opened her mouth, fully ready to lick his fingers once they were close enough.
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He smiles and carefully carried the sandwich toward Sky's mouth.
"Here comes the airplane..."
Wait, she might have no idea what an airplane is?? Whatever.
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She opened her mouth, took a bite, and moaned as the sugary sweetness hit her tongue. "Whoever invented these should be ascended to godhood." She said, chocolate and marshmallow goo along the corner of her mouth.
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"Only if you're made an angel for spreading the good word about them." He pops the rest of the 'more into his mouth.
"Fuckin'... S'more Jesus. I'm saved."
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"Licking my fuckin' fish fingers, gross..." He says as his laughter begins to subside. He gets up close to her again.
"Should lick my fish lips instead."
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"You don't have to ask twice, sweet thing." She purred, cupping his cheek and kissing him, tongue rolling over the remnants of chocolate and marshmallow on his lips.
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He melts into her kiss, savoring the feeling of her skilled tongue lapping up the sweets, and he licks her lips in return. He loops his arms around her neck, humming in a satisfied way as he leans into her. Oddly, though, he doesn't necessarily want to have sex. He's enjoying just... Hanging out with her. He breaks the kiss, lingering with his forehead against hers.
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There was a moment where the world seemed to stand still. Where the flickering flames of firelight blurred in her periphery, and only Finnick remained. What she was about to do next was... crazy. So quick even for her. But it felt right, like so many things did with him.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
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"Of course."
He'll never again use secrets as a form of leverage, but he still loves them.
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She took a breath. "So Sylvan elves have two names. It's something we've always done — public names like Night Sky and Frost Hand and stuff like that. But we have private names too, reserved for family and people we trust implicitly. Only — only Arrakis, Lehna and Red Son know it here now." She bit her lip. "I want you to know it, too."
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"I promise," he says just as seriously.
Only those three, her closest people... Not even Adam, who's been here longer... And now him?
"Wow... I'd be honoured, Sky."
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"It's Daeleth." She finally said after a pause. "You can — you can call me that in private, or around the others."
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"That's a beautiful name. Thank you for telling me, love."
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"I — thank you, and you're welcome. I don't know what it is, Finnick, but I trust you. It's so easy. Everything is around you."
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"I trust you too, sweetheart. You're... You're so refreshing." He laughs softly. "So different from anyone else I know. So much like me."
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"Mm." She hummed in agreement. "I feel like... you get me. It's so easy to be myself with you." She chuckled. "And you're hilarious. I haven't laughed this much in forever."
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wrapping this for our sanity