Finnick raised a brow at Sky shrugging it off. He'd heard the word counsellor and wonders if she was talking about Maruki. This town doesn't seem to have a lot of counsellors. But now clearly isn't the time; he'll ask her about it later.
"I do plan to use it. I'm good with rope." He would say very good, if not for the prosthetic being a bit new and clumsy still. He levels his gaze at Lehna. She's very pretty, and has... Catlike features? That's new for him, but it's cute.
"Oh!" She's more forward than he was expecting, but they all know what they're here for. "Yeah, of course." He smiles, leaning toward her.
Lehna was more than happy to be forward--she'd never been shy about her desires, and was not about to start being shy now. So with a quick glance at Night Sky, Lehna adjusted so she was sitting more on her knees, then brought her lips to Finnick's, dragging a fang across his lower lip while her hand rested on Night Sky's leg.
Finnick kisses her back, soft at first. A few small ones, before they deepen slightly, his real hand drifting to her shoulder. Everyone's a unique kisser, mouths a different taste and shape, and he likes to notice those things, get to know the details... Lehna's is interesting because she has fangs that seem pretty sharp. That could be fun. He's not particularly into pain, but he certainly isn't opposed to being bitten. It's definitely hot. It's not too long before he slips his tongue gently into her mouth.
Absurdly attractive, as always, watching Lehna indulge with another. She remained seated, shifting her weight only so she could lean on one palm and reach for Lehna's hand with the other, gently lacing their fingers together and squeezing.
Lehna squeezed Night Sky's hand in turn, returning Finnick's kiss in kind. Her tongue tangled with his gently, not quite caring for a fight for dominance at the moment--it was enough to just be there with attractive people, the taste of someone unfamiliar on her lips as she kissed him.
She brought her other hand to his face and rubbed a thumb along his cheekbone. Gentler than she usually was, but she supposed she was still raw from her adventures in Tural.
Finnick shifts closer to her as they kiss, and his hand begins to wander. She's even smaller than Night Sky, but she's toned and a little muscular. He caresses her collarbone, the sides of her ribs, her abdomen. His bionic hand braces against her lower back, and he nips at her lip. He's unsure if anyone in particular is taking charge in this scenario, so he's taking it slow since he just met Lehna, and she's Sky's partner. He doesn't want to overstep, and also wants to feel out the pace she wants, and the things she likes.
Night Sky watched Finnick's hands as they moved, eventually chiming in with a helpful suggestion. "You should rub the base of her tail. She likes that." And unlinked her hand from Lehna's so she could sit up straighter and reach out to gently scratch behind one of her ears. "Likes this too, don't you sweet thing?"
The touch behind her ear was a surprise, and it was enough to make her gasp. “Gods, you’re cruel.” But she flicked her tail against Night Sky, soft fur brushing her lover’s skin as she attempted to press Finnick gently backward. “How are you with your tongue?”
The way he was touching her sent sparks to all of her nerves and lit a fire in her core. But of course, she would not want to leave Night Sky out—and yet she finds herself desperate for more from the man in front of her.
Finnick laughs deviously at Sky gives him the cheat codes to Lehna's body. Thanks, comrade. His hand immediately moves to the base of her tail, which is kind of fluffy like a cat's. Interesting. He massages there, and moves easily in response to her pushing.
"You might call me an expert," he murmurs against her lips. It was his job for ten years, so he'd hope he's attained expert status by now.
Night Sky was also happy to continue watching, apparently, trailing her fingertips down Lehna's spine as she nudged Finnick backwards. "I'd agree." She murmured, recalling the first night they spent together vividly. "But you should really make him prove his expertise." Please and thanks.
Lehna hummed as she adjusted herself, hips grinding against Finnick's even with the clothes as a barrier between their skin. "If he's amenable, perhaps we could use the chance to explore one another, first?"
Her clothes weren't going to remove themselves.
She looked over her shoulder as she pouted at Night Sky. "You too, love. I want to see what watching does to you."
Finnick lays back, looking up at the small woman atop him. God, he loves dominant women.
"Gladly."
His hands grab her thighs near her knees and slide up toward her hips. Once there, they slip under the hem of her shirt and keep moving, feeling up along the sides of her ribcage, cupping her breasts. Then he goes to pull her shirt off.
Removing Night Sky's clothes would take all of three seconds, even while she was wearing — for once — something besides precariously placed leaves. The low cut, strappy dress covered her enough, but she still wore nothing underneath it.
Still, she couldn't say no to a pouting Lehna. Night Sky chuckled and pulled her dress up and off, leaning over as Lehna's shirt was discarded so she could grab a hold of one of her breasts and kiss her, angled so they could continue undressing one another.
How the both of them had decided to give attention to her breasts at once... dare she call herself so lucky? It was almost enough to make her forget what she'd been aiming to do here, turning into a pile of goo between the two of them.
But no. There would be time for that later, she hoped.
"Good girl. Show him how I like it, if you're so keen." She brought a hand to Night Sky's head and tugged gently at her hair--but didn't forget Finnick, grabbing his hand on her breast and pressing it down. "You like watching her too, don't you? She's such a lovely thing." She smirks down at him, then nods over toward Night Sky. "You should touch her cunt. I'm sure it's wet."
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"I do plan to use it. I'm good with rope." He would say very good, if not for the prosthetic being a bit new and clumsy still. He levels his gaze at Lehna. She's very pretty, and has... Catlike features? That's new for him, but it's cute.
"Oh!" She's more forward than he was expecting, but they all know what they're here for. "Yeah, of course." He smiles, leaning toward her.
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Absolutely do not mind her enjoying the show.
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She brought her other hand to his face and rubbed a thumb along his cheekbone. Gentler than she usually was, but she supposed she was still raw from her adventures in Tural.
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The way he was touching her sent sparks to all of her nerves and lit a fire in her core. But of course, she would not want to leave Night Sky out—and yet she finds herself desperate for more from the man in front of her.
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"You might call me an expert," he murmurs against her lips. It was his job for ten years, so he'd hope he's attained expert status by now.
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Night Sky was also happy to continue watching, apparently, trailing her fingertips down Lehna's spine as she nudged Finnick backwards. "I'd agree." She murmured, recalling the first night they spent together vividly. "But you should really make him prove his expertise." Please and thanks.
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Her clothes weren't going to remove themselves.
She looked over her shoulder as she pouted at Night Sky. "You too, love. I want to see what watching does to you."
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"Gladly."
His hands grab her thighs near her knees and slide up toward her hips. Once there, they slip under the hem of her shirt and keep moving, feeling up along the sides of her ribcage, cupping her breasts. Then he goes to pull her shirt off.
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Still, she couldn't say no to a pouting Lehna. Night Sky chuckled and pulled her dress up and off, leaning over as Lehna's shirt was discarded so she could grab a hold of one of her breasts and kiss her, angled so they could continue undressing one another.
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But no. There would be time for that later, she hoped.
"Good girl. Show him how I like it, if you're so keen." She brought a hand to Night Sky's head and tugged gently at her hair--but didn't forget Finnick, grabbing his hand on her breast and pressing it down. "You like watching her too, don't you? She's such a lovely thing." She smirks down at him, then nods over toward Night Sky. "You should touch her cunt. I'm sure it's wet."