Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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I'm scarfing down popcorn while I watch season five of Bones...again. My legs propped up on Spence's lap while he reads a book. Every so often lifting his eyes subtly to watch my show that he claims he doesn't love. But I know he does.
It's the episode where JFK's bones were brought in to determine cause of death and the entire team minus one Seeley Booth were all confined to the facility. Currently Bones, Hodgins and Camille are talking in hushed voices about mesh and crisscross patterns on the skull while Booth tries to pry the glass door open that was completely locked thanks to Mr. Whites team. He waves and knocks trying to get their attention while they are in deep discussion. He finally has enough taking out his gun while scooting a step back and shooting the glass door looking away while it comes shattering to the ground.
He walks through like it's no big deal that he just destroyed a door. "Hiya, Bones." He says casually walking through the lobby. I start fanning my face. "That was so hot."
Spence turns to me with a raised brow. "Really?"
"Oh yeah. All it needs is a song playing....like that Usher song....you know....Daddy's home...." I fan myself even harder.
"You're being serious?" He chuckles.
I nod my head. "Oh yeah...super serious. Booth is serving Daddy vibes right now."
"And you're talking about Daddy in the sexual meaning, right."
"Correct again." I bite back my smile.
He tosses his book to the side before grabbing the remote off the coffee table hitting pause on my show. He moves my legs off his lap positioning himself between them while he leans down to leave a scorching trail of kisses up my neck.
"I'm not sure I like you getting hot and bothered by a tv show character. Especially Booth."
I pull back to meet his gaze, trying to mask how amused I am. "Are you jealous baby?"
"Kinda.....you don't call me Daddy sexually. What if I want to be objectified by you?"
I can't contain myself any longer. My smile splitting my face. "So what are you going to do about it....Daddy?"
He bites his lip looking more than aroused. His fingers dip into the waistband of my soft grey pj pants, slipping them off with a practiced ease. "I'm going to show you why I'm better than Seeley Booth."
"You know he can't even compare to you. Fictional or not."
He shrugs, "Just lay back and let me take care of you." His lips turn into an ornery grin when his face moves between my legs. I start fanning myself again right before the swipe of his tongue has me gripping our couch for support.
"Jesus Mary and Joseph!" I groan in pleasure.
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