Lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving. Soft murmurs about what to do for dinner later, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns. B rolling onto their back and A trailing their lips down their neck, kissing their shoulder, their chest, anywhere they can think of, memorizing B.
You could have sworn that your body would never feel cold again.
Finn was just warm. That was it. And when you were wrapped up in his arms and layers of blankets, it was impossible to imagine any inch of your naked body ever feeling cold again.
Your head was pillowed on his chest, arm thrown across his stomach as your leg curled up on his hip. You could feel the deep breaths he took, indicating that he was close to sleep, and you snuggled closer to him, pressing a sweet kiss over his beating heart.
Finn's fingers were in your hair, twisting and tugging as he untangled and tried to control the mane of hair on your head. His other hand was lightly holding your own, thumb smoothing over the soft skin.
"Was it okay?" He asked quietly, finally breaking the silence. You shifted onto your back so that you could look up at him, blinking your pretty eyes. "Was I okay?"
Smiling, you leaned up to press your lips to his in a gentle kiss, pulling back and resting your chin on his shoulder. "Absolutely perfect," you promised, dropping a kiss to his shoulder. "'M still all warm."
Finn blushed, leaning down to kiss you again, lips pillowing softly on yours, smoothing down and comforting you immediately. Again, a warm rush of heat enveloped you, and you shivered.
"Cold?" Finn asked, mistaking your shivers for those of chill. You couldn't shake your head fast enough.
"Not even close," you said, kissing him long and deep, teeth sinking down into his bottom lip, teasing him slightly. "Warmest I've ever been."
"Hm," Finn hummed, chuckling softly as he twirled a piece of your hair around his finger. "What d'you think Polly's making for dinner later?"
"Something special," you promised, hand flattened against his toned stomach. "I promised her I wouldn't tell you, so you'll just have to see for yourself."
"'S not fair," Finn pouted, poking his finger into your cheek. "It is my birthday after all."
"Then you'll just have to wait, birthday boy."
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HAMLET → FINN SHELBY
Fanfictionto be, or not to be-that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. to die, to sleep- no more-and by a sleep to say we en...
