She didn't hesitate to lean into that kiss, head tilted to deepen it with a lazy loll of her tongue into his mouth. Night Sky slipped her arms under and around him, pressing as close as she could; the still slick toy grinding into his thigh and making her moan with the magical sensation pulsing through to her core.
Her moan turns him on again, and his hands press into her, his real hand tangling into the curls at the back of her head. His mouth stays open for her, and he lifts his knees up toward his chest to give her access again.
"Keep going, baby..." He still wants her to get off again, just less like he's being used and more like that mythical 'making love' he's heard rumors about.
"Mm?" She sounded... confused, her brain hazy with lust and wanting only to taste him. Oh right. She had a strap on and was, to be completely honest, already close to coming again. Night Sky laughed softly and leaned down to brush her lips against his jaw. "Sorry, baby. Got caught up in the taste of you."
After a moment she readjusted, making sure she was properly slick enough before she eased the phallus back into him, sinking in easily with another sigh of pleasure. Finnick now had a front row seat to see every furrow of her brows and tremble of her lips a she slowly started to thrust again.
He laughs softly at her forgetting that they were even fucking. He hums as she enters him again, continuing to kiss her open-mouthed so she could taste more of him. He hooks his legs around her, crossing them at the ankles around her waist.
Night Sky moved slow so she did not hinder that kiss, tongue eagerly dipping into his mouth again; moans muffled between them. She smoothed a hand down his thigh, gripping his ass and playfully squeezing, pulling him close each time she hilted inside him. It was a solid few minutes before she pulled back from that kiss to nose into his neck again, lips pressed to his shoulder.
"Mm. Close." She grunted against his skin, rutting into him a little more insistently. If her cock were real, it would no doubt be twitching in the tight confines of his ass. Instead, she just shuddered when her climax finally hit, the pleasure rippling through her in waves, her teeth sinking into his neck to suck a tiny bruise into his skin. And when she was done, she did not pull out while she lapped at the mark she left behind on him, humming her approval of... everything.
Finnick just relaxes into her, soft moans and hums rumbling through his chest as she takes what she likes from him. It feels good, and it seems there's no risk of him coming too soon, so he just enjoys the intimate moment, her skin on his. He holds her securely as she comes, moaning and hissing slightly at the bite, then pulls her close on top of him so she can relax. He kisses her forehead.
Finnick hums and rubs her back softly, allowing his eyes to close and his breathing to finally even. He lays unmoving for a few minutes. He's tired, but...
"Mmkay." He sighs softly, closing his eyes and resting for a few more minutes. He could fall asleep, but he won't. In his opinion, she's done a lot of the work here, and he wants to take care of her in return for all the attention she's given him.
Eventually he shifts, pulling her gently out of him, and sits up. Damn, he's not sure his ass will be the same for a while after this. He lays her on the bed and unstraps her, pulling the harness off, and then lifts and carries her to the bath. He sits her on the edge of it while he runs it, adding some rose-scented stuff to it.
"I'll try to stay awake in here this time," he jokes softly, kissing her forehead.
Night Sky tried her best not to be entirely useless for the entire process; but it was so hard not to just lie there and appreciate the feeling of his hands on her, working so diligently and tender.
"I can't make the same promise." She replied with a quiet little laugh, reaching out to brush her fingers along his bicep. "Warm, rose scented water, my strong and beautiful boyfriend wrapping me up in his arms. A recipe for a nap if I ever heard one."
Finnick doesn't mind her being useless; that's the point, anyway. He cradles her carefully as he picks her up, as though she's something extremely precious.
Strong... She thinks he's strong. That makes him feel warm. He smiles to himself.
"You're allowed to sleep. In fact, you should. I'll keep watch and take you to bed when it's time."
He lowers her slowly into the warm water, then steps in behind her, grabbing a sponge and some soap on his way in. He lathers it and begins to gently clean her.
"Mm. My sweet protector." She murmured, feeling more and more lethargic the longer she lingered near the tub and then, eventually, in the warm, floral scented water. One would think she was the one run ragged by her horny girlfriend all day with how her eyelids drooped.
She leaned forward so he could get at her back, gathering up the wild curls of her hair out of the way. "You ever just... meet someone and know they're meant for you?" She asked absently. "I felt that way since we met. Just — it felt right. Hadn't even crossed my mind how strange it might be to feel so familiar with someone I had never met before." She said, seemingly out of nowhere. "Like you've been with me forever, it just took a while to find you."
"Mmm." He hums in agreement as he gently scrubs her back with his real hand and the sponge.
"I feel exactly the same way, my love. I've never had a doubt in my mind that we're meant for each other. It's just so easy to be with you."
He kisses the nape of her neck. Finnick likes his other partners, loves some of them, even, but many of them are difficult to get to know and get close to, and require a lot of patience. With Night Sky, Finnick never needs to hold himself back for fear of scaring her off or being too much for her. They can both be completely themselves. Their emotional, slutty, messy, clingy, fun-loving selves.
Night Sky sniffed quietly and raised a hand up to gently brush her fingertips over his cheek when he leaned down to kiss her neck. Of course she was crying — somehow still shocked when feelings were reciprocated so easily. Then again, it wasn't so easy for some of her other partners, so maybe Finnick's willingness to speak as frankly as she did helped.
She leaned back once he was done washing her back and rested her head against his shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. This world is fucking stupid sometimes, but at least Vaeros was smart enough to bring me you."
"Oh, love," he whispers as he realizes she's crying, and rinses her back quickly to pull her back into his arms. He wipes her cheeks, but doesn't tell her to stop; Finnick believes feeling deeply is a strength rather than a weakness, and thinks it's beautiful that she cares so deeply for everyone around her. Her tears show her devotion, her anxieties and worries about losing the lot of them show how much she loves them. He wouldn't dare suppress that or take it away, though he does try to reassure her or keep her mind distracted off of the doom and gloom "what-ifs" at times.
He kisses her neck softly, holding her securely.
"I'm grateful every day that I found you. If I have any say in it, I'm never leaving your side."
It was hard not to think about the doom and gloom what-if's, given how she suffered so many in the various worlds she was thrust into. It was likely inevitable that Finnick would disappear too — or she would. But she tried not to think about it while he was here, now, because it wasn't fair and it wasn't right to waste their time together with misery.
She closed her eyes, relishing in the familiar warmth and the feeling of him against her. She rested her hands along his arms, smiling despite the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. She wasn't sad anyway. Just... overwhelmed. "Same goes for me." She murmured. "That I'm grateful, and that I won't leave you — and even if I do, I'll find you. I promise."
Finnick doesn't have any particularly concrete facts on how it all works in terms of people leaving, returning, existing even after they die in another plane, et cetera. But what's important to him is that Night Sky pledges to stay with him, to do what's in her power for them to be together. That's more than he's had in past relationships, and for him, it's enough.
He presses a long kiss to her cheek.
"I know, baby," he murmurs. He knows she would do anything to keep her loved ones near her. That much has been clear all along. "I love you."
"I love you, too." She squeezed hid arms, sighed, and let herself rest fully in his embrace, soon falling asleep as they both seemed inclined to do once settled in a bath together.
Finnick sighs, slumped between her and the side of the tub, his chin resting on her shoulder. He could easily fall asleep, but he stays awake, his eyes drooping and blinking slow but still open enough to keep him aware of their surroundings. He lets her sleep for a while, though isn't sure exactly how long with his own microsleeps warping time. When he lacks confidence in his ability to stay awake at all, he rouses himself with a deep breath and some blinks. He leans forward so that she will, holding her up while he extracts himself from them tub and grabs a towel. He dries himself enough not to drip everywhere, then lifts her up and wraps her in a dry towel. He carries her to bed, laying her down gently, and finishes drying her off with the towel before crawling in next to her. He wraps himself around her again, protectively, and passes out.
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"Keep going, baby..." He still wants her to get off again, just less like he's being used and more like that mythical 'making love' he's heard rumors about.
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After a moment she readjusted, making sure she was properly slick enough before she eased the phallus back into him, sinking in easily with another sigh of pleasure. Finnick now had a front row seat to see every furrow of her brows and tremble of her lips a she slowly started to thrust again.
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"Mm. Close." She grunted against his skin, rutting into him a little more insistently. If her cock were real, it would no doubt be twitching in the tight confines of his ass. Instead, she just shuddered when her climax finally hit, the pleasure rippling through her in waves, her teeth sinking into his neck to suck a tiny bruise into his skin. And when she was done, she did not pull out while she lapped at the mark she left behind on him, humming her approval of... everything.
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"I love you so much, sweetheart," he whispers.
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"I love you too, sweet thing. More than words can express." She murmured in reply.
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"Let me clean you up this time," he murmurs.
"Unless you'd rather sleep."
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On the other hand, he was making a pretty direct request, and she wouldn't want to deny him that.
"If you really want, baby. No rush."
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Eventually he shifts, pulling her gently out of him, and sits up. Damn, he's not sure his ass will be the same for a while after this. He lays her on the bed and unstraps her, pulling the harness off, and then lifts and carries her to the bath. He sits her on the edge of it while he runs it, adding some rose-scented stuff to it.
"I'll try to stay awake in here this time," he jokes softly, kissing her forehead.
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"I can't make the same promise." She replied with a quiet little laugh, reaching out to brush her fingers along his bicep. "Warm, rose scented water, my strong and beautiful boyfriend wrapping me up in his arms. A recipe for a nap if I ever heard one."
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Strong... She thinks he's strong. That makes him feel warm. He smiles to himself.
"You're allowed to sleep. In fact, you should. I'll keep watch and take you to bed when it's time."
He lowers her slowly into the warm water, then steps in behind her, grabbing a sponge and some soap on his way in. He lathers it and begins to gently clean her.
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She leaned forward so he could get at her back, gathering up the wild curls of her hair out of the way. "You ever just... meet someone and know they're meant for you?" She asked absently. "I felt that way since we met. Just — it felt right. Hadn't even crossed my mind how strange it might be to feel so familiar with someone I had never met before." She said, seemingly out of nowhere. "Like you've been with me forever, it just took a while to find you."
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"I feel exactly the same way, my love. I've never had a doubt in my mind that we're meant for each other. It's just so easy to be with you."
He kisses the nape of her neck. Finnick likes his other partners, loves some of them, even, but many of them are difficult to get to know and get close to, and require a lot of patience. With Night Sky, Finnick never needs to hold himself back for fear of scaring her off or being too much for her. They can both be completely themselves. Their emotional, slutty, messy, clingy, fun-loving selves.
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She leaned back once he was done washing her back and rested her head against his shoulder. "I'm glad you're here. This world is fucking stupid sometimes, but at least Vaeros was smart enough to bring me you."
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He kisses her neck softly, holding her securely.
"I'm grateful every day that I found you. If I have any say in it, I'm never leaving your side."
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She closed her eyes, relishing in the familiar warmth and the feeling of him against her. She rested her hands along his arms, smiling despite the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. She wasn't sad anyway. Just... overwhelmed. "Same goes for me." She murmured. "That I'm grateful, and that I won't leave you — and even if I do, I'll find you. I promise."
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He presses a long kiss to her cheek.
"I know, baby," he murmurs. He knows she would do anything to keep her loved ones near her. That much has been clear all along. "I love you."
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