HAMLET → FINN SHELBY

morning kisses

Barely awake kisses that usually end up on jaws or cheeks because A is too tired to land it properly. B makes a sleepy sound and rolls into A, nuzzling their face into their neck, ankles hooking together, while A drapes their arms around B and they fall back asleep for a while.

"Morning."

You let out a soft grumble of irritation at Finn's words, pushing your face further into his neck as the sunlight coming through the windows struck your eyes. Your legs wrapped around Finn, pressing your cold toes to the inside of his warm leg, smiling in satisfaction as he hissed.

"Fucking freezing, y'know that?" He muttered, his fingers stroking through your hair and untangling the knots that obstructed his path. "We have blankets in the bed for a reason."

"Yeah, blankets that you steal," you retorted back, clinging closer to him despite your clipped tone. "'Sides, you're just warmer. We've been over this, dear."

Finn mumbled something smart under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as your lips pressed careful kisses to the soft skin on his neck, where your face was still tucked.

"Are you falling back asleep?" You asked suddenly, and Finn let out a sleepy noise, his arms going slack around you. "Finn, we have things to do today."

Finn rolled over, then, landing half on-top of you, lips pressing sloppily to your cheeks, your chin, your jaw, your neck, then finally, your lips.

"Fuck the things," Finn mumbled, pushing himself up so that he was hovering over you, one of his hands pushing the hair out of your face, palm cradling your cheek, thumb smoothing down the bridge of your nose. "Pretty fucking thing you are, y'know that?"

"Mmm," you hummed warmly, arching up and puckering your lips, hand worming to the back of his neck and pulling him down, legs coiling tightly around his waist. "You think so?"

Finn rolled his eyes, leaning down till his forehead bumped yours, lips pressing lazily. You wiggled your hips, smoothing your hands down Finn's chest till they tucked below his shirt, fingers gripping at the hem.

"I thought we had things to do today?" Finn asked, cockiness to his tone as you inched his shirt up higher. "Is this on the list, love?"

You grinned wickedly as Finn shrugged out of his shirt completely, pulling his body down so that he was flush against you, your lips at his ear.

"It's number one on mine, darling."