No Boss of Mine

In His Arms

Finn's hands hovered over her shoulders, hesitant but yearning, his gaze softening as he reached out. With a gentleness that sent shivers down her spine, he brushed her collar further down, his fingers grazing her smooth skin. His hands found her shoulders, and he pressed his thumbs gently into the knots in her neck, each stroke sending a wave of warmth through her.

"Oh..." she breathed, unable to hide the tremor in her voice.

"Does this feel good?" he asked, his voice low, his breath a soft brush against her ear.

"Mm, yes!" she replied, her voice barely a whisper. He smiled and continued, his hands working their way into her shoulders, each touch more lingering than the last. Her initial pain melted away, replaced by a warmth that crept up her neck and blossomed into something deeper, something that left her craving his touch.

After a moment, Finn paused, breaking the spell as he cleared his throat and stepped back, his ears flushed. "Right... that should do the trick. Get some rest, Ashley. Goodnight."

He turned to go, but Ashley couldn't hold back anymore. "Finn..." she whispered, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around his wrist, feeling the warmth of his skin under her hand. He stopped, half turning back to her, a mix of surprise and intrigue in his eyes. The faint scent of his cologne lingered, and she felt herself growing bolder.

Without a second thought, she tugged him closer, her other hand finding its way to his collar as she pulled him into a kiss, silencing his startled breath. Finn froze for just a heartbeat, and then his hand found her waist, pulling her closer, his lips meeting hers with a hunger she hadn't realized she shared.

He murmured between kisses, "I love the way you taste..." But she silenced him again, breathless and heady from both the drink and the moment.

"Shut up and kiss me," she whispered, leaning into him, feeling the strength of his arms as he wrapped them around her. He lowered his mouth to her neck, his breath warm against her skin as her hands slid beneath his shirt, feeling the warmth of his back, the solid strength of his frame.

But just as the moment began to consume her, he pulled back, catching his breath as he laughed softly. With a smirk, he lifted her effortlessly, cradling her in his arms like she was the most delicate thing in the world.

"Ashley," he whispered, carrying her to the bed, his lips brushing her forehead. He placed her down gently, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary before he stepped back.

"Good night," he murmured, his voice soft and warm, leaving her with a lingering smile as he turned and quietly slipped out of the room.