desires / fillie

take care

y'all are not ready lmao

finns pov

we get to my house, and millie walks in before me.
"i love your house." she says. i can tell she's just trying to make it less awkward.
"thanks."

we walk up to my room, and she jumps onto my bed.
"so tell me more about yourself finn." she softly requests.

"okay well uh my parents are divorced, i haven't really seen my dad around since i was 6, i live here with my mom and i have one sibling, nick, who lives by himself somewhere downtown." i say.

"oh cool."
"yeah. what about you?" i ask.
she becomes frozen.

"i'm sorry, i didn't meant to-"
she cuts me off,
"no its okay. my parents died in a car crash when i was 11. after that, my uncle took me in. it was before he had a drinking problem, but that doesn't matter because i don't have any other family anyway."
she's crying now, not sobbing, just crying. she stares and the floor and i walk over to her, sitting beside her.

millie's pov

i'm pouring myself out to finn, and i feel fine with it. i really do.

i look up at him and he has a worried look on his face. i give a slight smile, and he does the same.

i just want to look into his chocolate eyes forever. i lean closer, giving him a hint. he does the same. he wipes away my tears and i lay my head in his hand. he traces over my cheek with his thumb.

i feel so safe and warm, i never want to leave.

we're even closer now, my lips graze against his, making my heart skip a beat. his breathing hitches quietly. i put my hand on his neck pulling him closer, and he pushes into me.
his lips soft against mine.
our lips move in sync when his hand trails down to my waist. i smile into the kiss and he does the same.
he pushes me down onto his pillow, with him on top of me now. he kisses my jaw, and slowly goes down my neck. he kisses my collar bone, making me let out a small moan.
i didn't think he heard it, but he did.
he takes the collar of my sweater and pulls it to reveal my shoulder. he kisses it slowly while going up to my neck again. i let out another moan, because well, fuck it. his lips meet mine again and he kisses me slow. i tug at his shirt, signaling that he should take it off.
i help him take it off, when i see my faded phone number on his skin. i giggle into the kiss. he tugs at my shirt too, and without thinking of my arms...i take it off.
he still doesn't realize that fresh cuts are scattered on my soft skin.
he accidentally puts weight on my arms.

"ow!" i whisper yell. shooting up from the bed.
"i'm so sorry i didn't mean to hurt you i'm so so sorry." he jumps up from the bed and he walks over to me. he sees that i'm covering my wrists with my bare stomach, but when i reach for my sweater, they're revealed.

"what's that?" he asks with worry and anger in his tone.
"nothing." i slip on my sweater and sit down.
"it's not nothing, let me see." he grabs my arm and pulls up my sleeve.
i see the tears in his eyes, which makes me want to cry even more.

he hugs me tight, and i feel his soft sobs on my shoulder while i let out loud sobs.

before i knew it, we were laying down together on his bed looking up at the ceiling.
my head rested on his chest with my arm slinging over his bare stomach, and he was playing with my hair.

i dozed off into the best sleep i've ever had.

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this was heated but i hope it's okay