want and need; their bodies pressed together, thin sheens of sweat coating them; the sound of their gasps, matching the beat of the bass; his hands on her body, tugging her down by the hips and flipping her so her ass was against him and he was fully primed to go.
Damn, that ass , he said to himself as he appreciated the view before him, fingers working her into a fit of moans . I can’t wait to‒‒
Gross, Finn!
Snow’s voice snapped him out of the moment, startling Finn enough that he stumbled back a step.
I really don’t want to hear this!
Then get the hell out of my head! he snapped back, shaking his head to himself as he took his position behind the girl and stroked a hand down her back, slipping lower again, feeling her wet and ready for him as her legs spread.
But Snow wasn’t done yet. You are seventeen years old! Quit acting like some forty-year-old porn star wannabe!
Bite me, Snow. And get back to your date so I can get on mine.
Is she at least pretty?
There were so many retorts at the tip of his tongue, but none he could speak as the rolling sensation took him over, inviting him in deeper.
“What the hell are you waiting for?”
Finn blinked, surprised to realize he’d apparently just been standing there staring at her. He quickly composed himself, reaching out and caressing her, enjoying the way her expression changed from annoyance to ecstasy.
She’s absolutely fucking gorgeous , he said to Snow, while at the same time replying, “Just getting you nice and ready.”
Well, there’s that, at least. Have fun.
He could almost feel her leaving his head, a palpable snap of a mutual bond. When he was sure he was alone with his thoughts once more, he gave his girl a seductive smirk that had her biting her bottom lip. That was all the motive he needed to give in to the trip, thrusting them both back into their lust-fueled haze.
LATER, THEY LAY sprawled on the plush rug in front of the desk, still enjoying the effects of their sex-induced high. Out of breath, Finn stared up at the white-plaster ceiling, eyes tracing the swirls of paint in pattern with his fingers gliding over his girl’s bare back. Her leg was thrown over his, her warm body pressed against his side.
His thoughts turned to Snow. Good, pure Snow, who would never let a man take her into a dark office with just one goal in mind, would never swallow a pill that would send her into oblivion. He admired her self-control in all things, even if he didn’t understand it, and longed for her sense of calmness that always seeped into his mind whenever he needed a break from the chaos of his life. In some strange, twisted way, his unexplainable connection with Snow was his true drug of choice.
“Earth to loverboy,” came a sultry voice at his side. Finn stirred, blinking out of his haze to find emerald eyes staring down at him. “You better be thinking that hard about me.”
A mischievous grin crossed his face. “Just remembering you bent over that desk.”
“Classy,” she laughed while shoving his shoulder, before resting her head in its crook.
Finn enjoyed the way she molded to him, as though she were made to fit him and only him. For a while he concentrated on memorizing her curves, the sound of her breath. The sentimental part of him hoped she would never forget him or this moment. It dawned on him then that he could, just maybe, make sure that didn’t happen.
His jacket lay in a crumpled heap next to him. Finn reached over and fished through the pockets until his fingers touched cool steel. “Here.”
The dark-haired vision at his side looked up at the object Finn held. It was a person, with a thin body of wire wrapped around wood, legs of twisted paperclips, and an oddly adorable head with tiny stone eyes. A giggle escaped when he made the figure walk up the arm she had draped across his chest, over her shoulder, and plant a kiss on her chin.
“What is this?” she asked, taking the figure from him. “Did you
Damn, that ass , he said to himself as he appreciated the view before him, fingers working her into a fit of moans . I can’t wait to‒‒
Gross, Finn!
Snow’s voice snapped him out of the moment, startling Finn enough that he stumbled back a step.
I really don’t want to hear this!
Then get the hell out of my head! he snapped back, shaking his head to himself as he took his position behind the girl and stroked a hand down her back, slipping lower again, feeling her wet and ready for him as her legs spread.
But Snow wasn’t done yet. You are seventeen years old! Quit acting like some forty-year-old porn star wannabe!
Bite me, Snow. And get back to your date so I can get on mine.
Is she at least pretty?
There were so many retorts at the tip of his tongue, but none he could speak as the rolling sensation took him over, inviting him in deeper.
“What the hell are you waiting for?”
Finn blinked, surprised to realize he’d apparently just been standing there staring at her. He quickly composed himself, reaching out and caressing her, enjoying the way her expression changed from annoyance to ecstasy.
She’s absolutely fucking gorgeous , he said to Snow, while at the same time replying, “Just getting you nice and ready.”
Well, there’s that, at least. Have fun.
He could almost feel her leaving his head, a palpable snap of a mutual bond. When he was sure he was alone with his thoughts once more, he gave his girl a seductive smirk that had her biting her bottom lip. That was all the motive he needed to give in to the trip, thrusting them both back into their lust-fueled haze.
LATER, THEY LAY sprawled on the plush rug in front of the desk, still enjoying the effects of their sex-induced high. Out of breath, Finn stared up at the white-plaster ceiling, eyes tracing the swirls of paint in pattern with his fingers gliding over his girl’s bare back. Her leg was thrown over his, her warm body pressed against his side.
His thoughts turned to Snow. Good, pure Snow, who would never let a man take her into a dark office with just one goal in mind, would never swallow a pill that would send her into oblivion. He admired her self-control in all things, even if he didn’t understand it, and longed for her sense of calmness that always seeped into his mind whenever he needed a break from the chaos of his life. In some strange, twisted way, his unexplainable connection with Snow was his true drug of choice.
“Earth to loverboy,” came a sultry voice at his side. Finn stirred, blinking out of his haze to find emerald eyes staring down at him. “You better be thinking that hard about me.”
A mischievous grin crossed his face. “Just remembering you bent over that desk.”
“Classy,” she laughed while shoving his shoulder, before resting her head in its crook.
Finn enjoyed the way she molded to him, as though she were made to fit him and only him. For a while he concentrated on memorizing her curves, the sound of her breath. The sentimental part of him hoped she would never forget him or this moment. It dawned on him then that he could, just maybe, make sure that didn’t happen.
His jacket lay in a crumpled heap next to him. Finn reached over and fished through the pockets until his fingers touched cool steel. “Here.”
The dark-haired vision at his side looked up at the object Finn held. It was a person, with a thin body of wire wrapped around wood, legs of twisted paperclips, and an oddly adorable head with tiny stone eyes. A giggle escaped when he made the figure walk up the arm she had draped across his chest, over her shoulder, and plant a kiss on her chin.
“What is this?” she asked, taking the figure from him. “Did you
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