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I SIPPED on the water Robin had given me. we were the last at the dinner table, talking about who knows what.
he had only continued to babble on about the multiple girls who tried to get into his pants a couple months back. Finn had left a couple minutes ago, still leaving me confused as to why had rushed away so quickly.
Could it have been the comments Robin made towards him? the jokes about sex and virginity? he tensed up so hard, fighting all eye contact with me. "why is Finn so uncomfortable about the...sex talk?" i lean in towards Robin, cutting him off with whatever he had on his mind,
"oh! uhm...he's a virgin." Robin giggles, sipping at the beer he held.
he continued to chuckle within his beer. i couldn't help but drop my mouth; gasping at the thought of how innocent he truly was. "you're lying," i exclaim, placing my hand Over my mouth.
"no mi amore, he's a virgin- nothing but a kiss." he shrugged as if it was almost normal. who would have thought Finn would still have his virginity. it explained why he would always tense up around the jokes- he brought up.
"poor boy. you make him so uncomfortable!" i push at his shoulder, holding my head in my hand as he continued to quietly laugh,
"oh c'mon amore! he's fine!" the repetition of the cute pet names wasn't enough to calm me down. i wanted to laugh yet still felt terrible with the way i knew he made him feel. Finn had always been the one on my mind yet nothing was ever pursued. i'd known him for years it seems and still was never close enough to know almost all about him. he did always seem to try and avoid me with almost every chance he had. almost as if he was nervous
."no! now i feel as if i have to apologize!" i jump up from the table, listening to Robin laugh even louder as i make my way up the stairs and towards his bedroom. i thought of all the possible ways to apologize without bringing up the fact that i finally knew. his door had been closed shut; usually at an inch opened.
i grab at the knob, twisting it slightly to crack it open; hoping not to possibly wake him.
"fuck, don't stop Mercy."
my body jolts, pausing at a halt with the silver knob still in my hand. it was impossible to let go, let alone even move. through the door, little whimpers and quiet squelches had lapped through the crack of the door.
"im gonna come." he cried softly. i couldn't help but to push the door open even more; the carpeted floor stopping the door from being barely audible. he laid so beautifully. his hand lost within the blanket as his back arched; tossing his head back into the many pillows. he was a begging mess, begging for me. my name releasing from his lips, he had effortlessly created a throbbing ache within my legs as i watched him lose himself, trying to contain any words and allow him to continue on his own was out of the picture already. he was going to be mine. "F-Finney?" i call out quietly, giving in and closing the door behind me. "huh- Mercy?!" he jumped, tossing his hand out from underneath the white blankets.
