HAMLET → FINN SHELBY

"hello"

A series of short pecks because they need the closeness but they also need air, so. Sometimes smiles come in between, or sometimes its just breath, gasping for the sole purpose of being able to kiss again.

"Sit still, you silly girl."

Your knuckles stung as Polly smacked them with the wooden spoon she had been using to stir the pot on the stove. Wincing, you pouted at the woman whose house you had spent
the majority of your childhood in.

Six hours. That was how long you had been waiting for the boys to return back from some ridiculous horse auction that apparently wasn't something young women were meant to attend, and no matter what type of puppyish eyes you gave Tommy, he refused to budge.

It had been six hours without Finn, and you were growing restless. You could tell Polly was as well, but she was just doing a better job at hiding her worry. She's had much more practice.

"They're okay," Polly said, but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of the fact. "They're strong boys; they won't let anything happen to Michael—or to Finn."

You felt yourself nod, fingers plucking at the loose string in your dress just so you would have something to do until the boys came home. It was quiet between the two of you, eerily so, the only sound coming from the dripping faucet in the kitchen.

At the moment, you weren't sure what you longed to do more. Fight Tommy with your fists or kiss Finn until your lips fell off. Maybe kisses first, fighting later.

"Oh, God. Finally."

Just as Polly spoke, you heard the sound of tires crunching against gravel, your head lifting to peer out the window to see the caravan pulling in. Your entire body relaxed with relief as Finn was the first to hop out, Michael by his side, the two laughing and rough-housing like brothers.

You grinned as Finn caught your eye through the window, waving his hands wildly in your direction. Using the distraction to his advantage, you watched helplessly as Michael tackled Finn, the boys falling to the ground in a heap of laughter.

Beside you, Polly sighed, though you could hear the smile in her voice. "Boys." 

Fortunately for Tommy, he and the boys drove off after dropping off Michael and Finn, sparing you a wave and a cheeky grin as he sped down the road, honking his horn much to Polly's dismay.

Polly grumbled menacingly under her breath as she unlocked the front door, immediately embracing Michael as soon as he walked through the door.

"Finnegan," you said crossly, trying to keep the smile off your face. "Do you know what time it is, sir?"

Finn snorted and made his way over to you, excitement bursting in your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up in the air. Your arms went around his neck as you leaned down to press your nose against his, lips meeting for a brief moment.

"Did you have a nice time?" You asked quietly as Polly interrogated Michael. "No fights?"

"It was bloody freezing in the van, but it was super, really," Finn promised, leaning up with puckered lips in search of yours. "The filly's gorgeous. Tom said I could probably ride her before they put her through the trainers."

You hummed, kissing him slowly as he put you down, hands smoothing over your waist and bringing you closer against him as you deepened the kiss, your hand rubbing against the shaved hair at the back of his neck.

"Excuse me, kids." The both of you broke apart and spun around as Polly cleared her throat. She had a brow raised, and Michael was pink-faced beside her. "I think you've forgotten that you're not in the comfort and privacy of your own rooms."

Finn blushed, but kept his arms secured around your waist, his chin resting atop your head. Your face was a similar shade, but you couldn't help your smile.

"Sorry, Pol."