HAMLET → FINN SHELBY

first kisses

Hesitant and nervous. Lips hover inches from each other for a few seconds before they just barely brush. It's just a soft press, but it ignites their entire bodies. Pinkies link afterwards, still wanting to be close, and each looks down, smiling softly.

"What are we doing?"

You and Finn had been friends since before you were born, and your mothers had been friends even longer than that. From the time
the two of you had been able to walk, you had never separated. John, Tommy, Arthur and Ada had all welcomed you as an honorary Shelby. You were the little sister who might as well have been blood.

All the Shelby's felt that way. All of them
except Finn.

Though he had never said anything about it, there was always something about calling you sister that rubbed him the wrong way. You were as good as a Shelby, sure, but Finn just couldn't see you as his sister. And for the longest time, he wasn't sure why.

Now he was.

You and Finn had been left home alone plenty of times. He had just turned seventeen, and you were only a few months behind. Nobody thought twice about leaving the two of you to fend for yourselves while the adults held a family meeting in the betting shop.

But things never ended up like this. With your hips atop of his, hands clasped, faces inches within each other. He had never felt the urge to bring you closer, connect your lips and hold you until you absolutely hand to part.

Okay, maybe that was a lie. Finn had thought about kissing you too many times to count. But nothing had ever felt this real. This tangible.

"Finn," you repeated, words huffing from your lungs like breaths. "What are we doing?"

You were vividly aware of the perfect way your hips sat atop his, his knees drawn up to support your back. You had your fingers intertwined with his, pressed into the mattress, and you were itching to release him simply to allow your fingertips to travel the wondrous planes of his cheeks.

"Dunnoe," Finn replied, his tongue darting out from between his lips to lick at them, your eyes following the movement with precision. "Whatever we want, I guess."

"And what do you want, Finn?"

You asked the question with a little smile, and Finn swore he felt his heart trying to break free from his ribs.

"I really want to kiss you, actually."

"So then what are you waiting for?"

Finn released your hands, instead opting to cup your face, bringing you down lower till your noses were slotted together, breath mingling as your lips brushed. A small, wanting whine left your throat before you closed the small distance between the two of you, your lips finally touching.

It was nothing more than a press, but you still felt your whole body shudder slightly with absolute bliss at the feeling of Finn fucking Shelby's lips on yours.

When you parted, neither of you could hold back your laughter, your body relaxing on top of his as you both dissolved in a puddle of giggles.

"Are we fucking mad?"