biscuity | DUPLICITY

Yeah, I guess, but I'm glad you didn't.
And not just because I could've just ended up with someone way less kind than you.

[ Which is to say: she enjoyed being with him, despite the underlying cause. She's just not quite comfortable enough to outright say that. ]

I meant more that I would keep you out of trouble but yeah, I can fight.
Or I was learning to back home, anyway.

Does that surprise you?

I guess I mostly wanted to make sure it was, you know
Good for you.

[ that's still usually his primary consideration, even if he hadn't been thinking totally straight in this instance. wanting to please her, or whoever he's with, is something that exists at the forefront of his mind. ]

Not really. Is it mostly hand-to-hand, defensive? Or do you fight with weapons too?

It was.
And I'm not just saying that, I promise.

[ Were she feeling bolder, she'd tell him that not only was it good but it was in fact so good that she's thought about it a few times since. ]

Weapons, too, though no firearms.
Mostly it's staffs and swords or other, smaller blades.

Good.
Because you don't deserve any less than that.

[ he knows that's not always the way it can go here, that sometimes situations can happen out of their control, but if he has his say in it for whatever happens between them, he'd want to make it good for her. she deserves that much. ]

I'll admit I'm a little better with a blaster than I am at any kind of close-quarters combat.

Maybe you could show me sometime.

You're sweet, Finn. 😊

[ "Sweet" maybe isn't the right term since he's saying she deserves to have good sex, but whatever. ]

Although now I'm curious: if I said it wasn't good for me, would you try even harder next time?

[ Assuming, of course, there would be a next time. Clary's certainly interested in it happening again, preferably without influence from the city. ]

Yeah, sure. I'd like that.
I've only been training for a couple weeks, though.
It's not like I'm a master or anything.

Well, you're sweet to say so.

Wait

[ it takes him a second to realize that she's probably just teasing him, because his first instinct does turn into a) what if it wasn't and b) what he can do to improve that in the future. ]

I guess I'd have to. Just really make sure you're enjoying yourself.

That's okay. If you want any lessons in sharpshooting I could show you a few things too.

Interesting.
And how would you do that?

[ Was this not meant to turn into sexting? Whoops. (But she's also just genuinely curious what else he would do because he was very attentive that day.) ]

Sounds like a fair trade to me.

Well, I’d have to give you more of what you like. Maybe spend some time using my mouth first.

[ sometimes he doesn’t think he’s very good at the whole sexting thing, but he’s working on it. ]

It’s a deal.

Yeah? I definitely thought about you doing that.
I bet you'd be good at it.

I like doing it.
A lot, actually.
I'd stay there as long as you wanted me to.

I'd definitely want you to stay a long time.
Though I also tend to get off really quickly that way,
so you might have to take breaks so you don't overwhelm me.

Or just keep making me come until I can't stand it anymore.

Oh, yeah?
Well, if you don't have anywhere to be for a while, I'll take all the time you need.

But I can't pretend I don't like the sound of that. Maybe gently holding you open so I can feel your thighs shaking under my hands. Seeing how much you can handle until you're too sensitive for more.

I might have an afternoon free here soon that we could fill the time with.

Do you think you could come just from eating me out? Imagining your tongue inside of me is your cock? Hearing me cry your name because I'm too far gone to worry about how loud I'm being?

Just let me know. My schedule’s pretty flexible these days.

[ owning his own business means he gets to choose his own hours, which works out well sometimes.

but… kriffing hell, if he doesn’t read that next text and start feeling it more in his jeans. ]

Yes.

[ it’s not even a question. although he’s not sure if he’d need to get a hand around himself or if he could just rub his cock against the sheets and get off from that. ]

Absolutely.
Or would you want me to hold off until I can crawl up and push into you slowly while you’re still shaking, let you milk it out of me? It wouldn’t take much to make me fill you up either.

Is tomorrow too soon?

[ She's going to be thinking about this all night, honestly, and her schedule is pretty flexible as well. The joys of not having a job yet. ]

I honestly don't know if I could actually handle that, but I definitely want to try.
Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of you being so turned on by getting me off that you make a mess on the sheets
but I would absolutely want you buried inside of me when you come, too.

I'll just be a serious mess when we're done.

It isn’t for me if it isn’t for you.

You say that like I’d mind you being a mess.

[ he can’t even pretend that he wouldn’t want to see her like that, trembling and flushed with the mess of them both slowly dripping out from between her legs. the image of it is so strong that he has to briefly shift his weight so his hard-on isn’t straining against his zipper. ]

Or that I won’t be a mess either by then based on how long my mouth will be on you.

Consider your afternoon booked, then. ☺️

[ Honestly, she'd probably come over right now if he told her he was available, but she doesn't want to see too eager. ]

Good point...

I like the idea of you being a mess, though.
Probably tasting me all night long.

[ The idea of him going home and Poe kissing him, tasting her on Finn's tongue, possibly even recognizing it pops unbidden into her head. It makes her squirm as much as the idea of Finn spending hours between her legs, but she can't quite bring herself to mention it. ]

All afternoon?

[ that's not him complaining about it, though; mostly, he's just excited at the thought of them getting to spend that long doing, well... each other, from the sounds of it. ]

Well, I kind of like the idea of both of us being a mess of each other when I leave.

[ almost like he's left some part of himself there with her, at least until each of them has to actually shower and rinse it all away. ]

Or as long as you want.

[ There should probably be food involved before or after, but that's not as sexy of a topic. ]

I do, too. A lot, actually.
I remember how it felt that day at the garage.
The way you dripped down my thighs.
I want to feel it again, especially after you leave.

[ This time she anticipates being much more interested in enjoying it, though, since she won't be coming down from pretty intense aphro. ]

Well, considering the idea is about how much you can take, maybe I'll let you decide.

[ it seems only fair. ]

So I guess I'll just have to make sure I give you what you want before I leave. Maybe more than once, just in case.

[ and it's a little heady and distracting to even think about this when they're not hopped up on some kind of substance. that time it had been pretty intense, but he doesn't foresee it being that different now. ]

Then let's plan the whole afternoon, just to be safe.
I'm not sure how much I'll be able to handle, but I want to find out.

Well, I definitely want to make sure you get spent, too.
I can't be the only one left totally satisfied.

Well, just so we're clear, I'm going to make sure you do. So you'll have my undivided attention.

Trust me, by that point? There's no way I won't be.

You know, with promises like that, I'm going to be thinking about this all day tomorrow.

If it helps, I'm already thinking about it now.

Are you hard from imagining it yet?

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