Working the Case

28

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I'm sure later on this will be funny to me.

I mean, even now it's a little funny how quick Finn and I are moving. Also how weird this whole thing between us has been.

Right now all I care about is the hand that's slipping down my stomach and towards my hip.

Finn let me go back to the inn to get myself some clothes for both tonight and tomorrow. He really didn't want me to leave—probably because he thought I might not come back.

He ultimately let it go when I pointed out that he needed pajamas to replace his blood splattered shirt and jeans.

His hand slips down to softly squeeze the outside of my upper thigh, pushing my thin pajama shorts up a little so he can. I'm sure he's happy he let me go back to the inn right about now.

He kisses towards my ear. "Fucking hell, Evie." He whispers, dropping his head to press his temple against mine as his hand roams down at my thighs.

He doesn't go anywhere but right where he already is, kneading my outer thigh for now. While he's doing that, I lift my hands to slip them under his shirt. My palms press down flat on his stomach, slowly pushing up towards his ribs where his bruises are.

My finger grazes a bandage patch that sits on the spot that I first saw. The one that made me want to stop and call my team for medical immediately without checking for William in the area.

I shake the thought off quick.

I'm just feeling, touching him as I please like he is to me. I turn my head to kiss his temple. That's enough of a hint for him to lift his head and come back over to kiss my lips some more.

His hand is still roaming down below. Finn begins pushing my shorts up further, trying to get them as high up as he can so he has more room to explore.

He manages to get enough room that his hand makes it to the spot at my hip. It's the spot where if he moves to the right just enough, he'll be given access to touch my ass. But if he goes to the left, he'll be able to touch me deeper.

Finn doesn't take either of the options just yet. Instead, he slowly drags his hand up and down, exploring this one area I've let him. I don't think he'll do much else until I tell him he can. He sticks to his word.

Finn stays hovered above me, balanced on one elbow with one knee between my legs and one hand exploring the outer part of my upper thigh. When I move to push against his hand, I move one leg against him. I feel him there, hard and warm.

My hands slip down his chest under his shirt. I don't take them out from under his shirt and instead slip the tips of my fingers under the waistband of his pants. I tug on it softly.

He breaks the kiss for just a moment. "You do whatever you want, sweetheart." He murmurs against my lips.

"You too." I return. I'll tell him when we should stop. I highly doubt he'll argue.

With one more kiss to his lips, I duck my head down to watch myself slip one hand under his pants. I only start rubbing my palm up and down against his cock, already being able to feel the heat practically radiating off of him.