Finn's plea for a few more moments of shared warmth echoed through our cozy bedroom. His cerulean eyes, filled with a mix of playfulness and genuine longing, captured my attention. He clung to my waist like a child reluctant to leave a favorite playground.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I considered his request. Gently, I tried to untangle myself from his grasp, but Finn tightened it even more, his fingers grazing my side in a gentle yet firm plea.
Finn:Rias, don't go. Let's continue to sleep, please
he entreated, his voice carrying a hint of adorable desperation.
I couldn't help but be enamored by his charm, his words tugging at my heart.
Me:Finn, I promised Issei that I'd help him train today. I can't let him down
I explained, my fingers tracing patterns in his unruly hair.
His pout deepened, and those puppy-dog eyes gazed up at me.
Finn:But Rias, training can wait. It's so comfy here, and I like being close to you.
A warm smile played on my lips as I leaned down to meet his gaze.
Rias:qs much as I enjoy this, duty calls, my love. We can continue our cuddling session later, okay?
Finn sighed theatrically, the twinkle in his eyes revealing the playful charade
Finn:Fine, fine. But you owe me extra cuddles tonight.
My laughter filled the room, blending with the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
Me:Deal. Now, let me go, or I'll be late.
Reluctantly, he released his grip, and I rose from our shared haven, promising him that we would have our time together later.
I looked in a mirror wearing the beautiful tracksuit I bought especially for finn to see
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I couldn't help but revel in a playful tease as I donned the stylish tracksuit, its design artfully revealing hints of my figure. Turning to Finn with a mischievous grin, I asked,
Me:Well, what do you think?
His reaction was priceless-his face turned a delightful shade of pink, and his cerulean eyes briefly averted. It was a response that spoke volumes, more eloquent than any words. Chuckling at his bashfulness, I playfully nudged him
Me:Come on, Finn, don't be shy. Give me an honest opinion.
He cleared his throat, attempting to regain composure,
Finn:It... um, looks perfect.
My grin widened.
Me:Perfect, you say? Is that a hint of admiration I detect?
