Rose

It was a crisp fall afternoon, the trees were starting to look more bland by the day, and you’d noticed less and less birds flying around recently. A tell-tale sign of the winter coming in.

With this seasonal change, came other changes, too. For example the new seating plan your chemistry teacher just announced which left you with nothing but horror. Instead of sitting by your friends you were now forced to sit next to Matt.

Yes, Matt, the guy who’d beaten up and bullied your boyfriend countless times in the past. Much anybody else he’d left Finney alone for the past few years, not daring to step up against the guy who’d killed The Grabber.

You were still not stoked however, since he was probably still the same asshole from all those years ago, just because he didn’t bother Finney anymore doesn’t mean he doesn’t have other victims.

You decided to bite your tongue and just sit down next to him, scribbling away in your notebook to pass the time. After a while, the teacher announced that you had to work in pairs for a project on titration, fantastic.

You turned to look at Matt who was… smiling at you? He introduced himself, thinking you didn’t know who he was, and you did the same. The conversation flowed quite smoothly and Matt actually turned out to be pretty good at titration.

Besides the topic at hand you two talked a little about your personal lives, which bands you liked, what your plans were for after high school. He’d rehabilitated himself pretty well, and you guys talked so much you couldn’t get the project done in time.

“You can come over to my place tomorrow and we can finish it in like an hour or so?” Matt suggested, you felt a little guilty to be saying yes since he still did what he did to Finney, but the project needed to be done and he was nice enough. You agreed.

The bell rang and you two walked out of class together, still chatting a little about the project. For some reason you felt weird, like someone was watching you. You turned around only to be met by dozens of random other students, huh. You shrugged it off and said goodbye to Matt.

You were supposed to get a ride with Finney after school and watch a movie at his place, but the parking lot had no sign of him anywhere. You stood there for a few more minutes until you recognized a pink jacket in the crowd.

“Gwen!” You yelled out. The pink jacket quickly turned around, “Oh my god, hey!” Gwen ran up you seeming very excited to see you but then again she always was. After all that happened you were one of the only people who could get the spark back in Finney’s eyes.

You also kept him in check which was nice for Gwen who now didn’t have to berate her brother for beating up random people anymore. “Do you know where Finney is? He was supposed to drive us to your house but I can’t find him anywhere, and his car is also gone.” Gwen looked around the parking lot for a bit before shrugging.

“I’ve got no idea, but you can catch a ride with me and Ernesto?” She offered, and you gladly accepted. Ernesto pulled up and you got into the back seat, with Gwen in the passenger seat next to him. The drive was only a short while but it felt like an eternity with Gwen and Ernesto screaming— singing… along to Duran Duran the whole time.

You just simply smiled and rolled your eyes, puppy love, you thought. You watched the trees pass you by in the window before you came to a halt in front of the Blake house. In the driveway stood Finney’s mustang. Your brows furrowed in confusion, why would he go straight home, did he forget about your plans? You tried shrugging it off, though, and just followed behind Ernesto and Gwen to the entrance.

The door carefully clicked open and you could see Finney laying on the couch in front of the TV already. “Finney, you forgot something.” Gwen yelled at him. He looked up with a look of confusion, which quickly turned into anger once he met your eyes. “I’m not the one who forgot something.” He spat out, tone bitter and turning his head back at the TV.

You were confused, and hurt, but mostly just confused. Finney got upset a lot recently and you always tried to calm him down and comfort him, but the cause had never been you, especially when you didn’t know what you did. “Alright… well I guess me and Ernesto will just get going then.” Gwen carefully said, shooting you a puzzled look which you reciprocated with a shrug. “Bye!” She screamed before dragging Ernesto out the door and slamming it shut.

Finney didn’t even look up at that, or you. You stood there in silence for a while. “So..” you started. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He rudely interrupted, mindlessly zapping through channels. “What? What do you mean? We had plans tonight that’s where I’m supposed to be.” You moved closer to sit on the couch, he quickly sat up and moved to the side opposite of you.

“Oh yeah? Cuz I heard you’re hanging out with Matt.” Suddenly it all made sense. He must’ve heard some whispers around the hall or saw you two talking and— like classic Finney drew conclusions before even asking what was up. “Finn, no. I mean yes but no, it’s for a science project.” You tried moving closer to him but he turned away. “You two seemed pretty close in the hallway.”

“I don’t know what you saw, but I swear it’s just for a project!” You tried placing your hand on top of his but he wouldn’t let you. “How could you do that? Out of everybody? With Matt?” You sighed in frustration. “Finney I swear, it was randomly assigned, if I could’ve chosen anyone else I would’ve. Besides he was actually not that bad.” Oh god you shouldn’t have said that last part.

“Not that bad? Not that bad?” He raised his voice at you. “You know what he did to me right? And what he did to Gwen?” You nodded, “yes but I swear he-“ he interrupted you again. “Oh no you don’t get to excuse his behavior and you sure as hell don’t get to be all friendly and close and- and touchy and, cute with him.” You fell quiet and Finney seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the words that came out of his mouth.

“Cute? I was being cute with him?” You cocked an eyebrow at him. He turned completely red like a tomato and tried to scramble some words together. “N-no I meant like— I meant when.. like— when you…” He fell quiet and turned his face away. “Finney Blake… are you jealous!” You laughed, he frantically tried to deny. “No! Just— he just can’t think he’s got a chance.”

“So you don’t want anyone to think they have a chance with me?” You asked him, he nodded. “And you want nobody but you to have me?” You questioned him again. “Well yes.” He shrugged his shoulders trying to come off as nonchalant again. “You are SO jealous!” You lightly punched his shoulder, he had his arms crossed and face still turned away from you.

“I’m not! You’re just mine and I don’t want anyone to think they can have you.” You moved closer to him which he seemed to accept this time. “Finney, baby, I know I’m yours, I only want to be yours. I only want you and no one else.” You touched his arm which radiated an intense heat. You could faintly see his cheeks turn a bright shade of pink again.

“Are you sure?” He softly spoke. “Yes Finn, I’m sure, now please look at me again.” He hesitantly turned his face to look at you, and the angry fire in his eyes was replaced with a certain sense of vulnerability. “Nobody else can have me okay? I’m all yours.” You held his cheek, and he smiled at you. Your heart warmed, a smile from Finney these days was something even more rare than a solar eclipse.

“You better promise that.” He said with a little attitude, to which you giggled. “Yes, I promise.” You held out your pinky and he interlocked his with yours. “All mine.” He whispered. You nodded, “all yours.” You sat there for a little, the only noise coming from the random show on the TV. “Are you still mad at me?” You asked him, he shrugged, “a little, yeah, I mean you were still talking to Matt of all people.” You thought for a second, “can I do anything to make you feel better?” Your hands moved to his shoulders.

You slowly started kneading his shoulders and shoulderblades. His skin melted into your hands and you could feel his muscles relax under your touch, he quietly started humming a little in response to the massage. God he always made the prettiest noises. He never liked to admit it but he did and you were absolutely obsessed.

You continued massaging his shoulders, “does this feel good?” You whispered in his ears, making a chill go down his spine. “Mhm…yeah.. definitely.” His eyes were closed and his head was laid back against your chest. “I know how you can make me feel better though.” He opened one eye to look at you with a devilish smirk. You sarcastically rolled you eyes. “You’re unbelievable, Finney.”

“Just saying, my dad’s not home.” He leaned into your touch. Your hands slowly moved from his shoulders to his arms and chest, down to his stomach, you stuck your hand up his shirt feeling the warmth of his soft skin. The other hand slowly moved towards his pants, tacking off the buckle of his belt and unzipping his fly. He quickly shimmied the rest of his pants off.

You could see the imprint of his semi-hard cock in his underwear, and placed your hand on top of it, slowly massaging as you kissed his neck. “God, you don’t know what you do to me.” The semi quickly turned into a full-on hard-on, and your fingers went to hook into the hem of his underwear. He whipped his head around and caught your lips in a rough kiss.

His one hand cupped your cheek and the other held your waist, he wasted no time getting rough and sloppy with his kisses and his desperation was evident through his harsh grip and soft whimpers. You slowly moved away from behind him and broke the kiss to move yourself between his legs on the floor. Your hands moved up and down his thighs, and eventually stopped at his underwear. You slowly took them off, making sure to keep eye contact knowing it would drive him crazy.

His hard cock sprung free, it might have just been your perspective from the floor but you swore it only got bigger everytime you saw it. You moved your hand to hold it and slowly started stroking, your quickly started speeding up as you saw small beads of pre-cum form from his tip. His groans, moans and whimpers only increased as he urged you to, “please use your mouth, baby.”

You wanted to torture him a little longer but he’d endured enough for the day, so you complied and slowly licked a long stripe up from the base to his tip, paying extra attention to that area. You wrapped your mouth around the tip and started moving your head up and down, you didn’t go to deep since you knew you couldn’t take Finney fully. Your tongue swirled all around his cock whilst you picked up the pace, meanwhile Finney only made more and more pretty noises.

“Oh god, yes. You feel so good baby.” One hand was tugging at his own hair and the other was tangled in yours, holding your head. You remained eye contact, feeling a little embarrassed but you quickly moved past that. The grip of his hand in your hair tightened and he, probably subconsciously, started moving your head with his hand, causing you to take him deeper and deeper.

Your eyes started watering and it felt like you weren’t getting any air, but it was all worth it for the desperate pleads and whimpers he spoke. “Fuck yes, oh my— god!” He increased his pace and almost slammed your head down onto his cock, you desperately grabbed at this thighs trying to hold onto anything whilst he was basically face-fucking you. His other hand that was previously in his hair joined in, too.

He was thrusting his hips up into your throat whilst slamming your head down onto his cock, he only sped up more and more until you could feel his dick starting to twitch in the back of your throat. Your spit started spilling out from your mouth, sliding down the base of his dick. “Fuck— baby.. ‘m gonna cum..” he groaned, it didn’t take long before he came to a halt with his dick way down your throat.

It twitched a couple of times before you could feel the inside of your throat being painted by hot strings of cum. It was almost impossible not to swallow, not that you were even going to. He stayed like that for a second, breathing heavily and coming down from his orgasm. Eventually he seemed to snap out of his daze and he quickly let you go. “Oh shit- ‘m sorry baby.” He apologized whilst rubbing your cheek, you took the opportunity to swallow his cum still in your throat.

“It’s okay, are you still mad at me?” You asked while helping him put his underwear and pants back on. “No baby,” he helped you get up and moved you to sit beside him. Laying your head down on his shoulder and holding you close, “I’m not, besides you’re all mine, right?” You nodded.

The cabins were cold, extremely cold. Even with the comfort of the heaters you didn’t seem to get quite warm. Maybe it was the weathers fault, maybe it was fear, maybe it was you.

It didn’t matter, all you knew was you we’re cold. Nights were short out at the camp, with Gwen’s dreams and all. You didn’t mind but god you craved just one night of relaxation and good sleep.

You closed you eyes, tossed and turned but after a while it seemed useless and you gave up on trying to fall asleep. You stared at the bottom of the top bunk. Your thoughts raced. Gwen’s nightmares, that night in the kitchen, The Grabber’s return, Finney… you were most concerned about him.

Ever since his first encounter with that asshole all those years ago you slowly saw the spark fade from his eyes. You’d known him since basically forever, but you weren’t sure if you even knew him now.

He was always angry, at the world, at himself, at anybody he wanted. He spent his days alone and isolated, he talked to nobody, walked alone, sat alone, ate alone. Though he would never admit to being a loner. You felt for him, he used to be your best friend but you hadn’t spoken to him in ages. You tried, he just wouldn’t reciprocate.

So when Gwen asked you to come along on this investigation, you didn’t hesitate for even a second. You hoped it would be a way for you two to reconcile but up until now he had still barely talked to you. And it really really stung.

You felt your eyes sting as tears started welling up inside of them. You repressed your sadness, no use crying over a guy like him. You wiped away your tears and sat up in your bed, almost hitting your head on the top bunk. You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself, but then you heard a loud BANG.

Going outside at midnight here could mean a death sentence, but curiosity got the better of you, you put on your shoes, and a coat over your pajamas. You slowly crept up to the front door, looking out the window for any sign of danger. It seemed quiet again, so you slowly pushed open the door.

The area was dimly lit, but fortunately the snow had stopped falling which made being able to look around a lot easier. In the distance you could see the “out-of-order” payphone, and next to it, a big rock. You furrowed your brow in confusion before noticing Finney sitting on the slightly snowy bench right across from the payphone.

Aha, just another anger outburst. You rolled your eyes and wanted to turn back before something pulled you back in— a smell. A smell you could recognize from several miles away. Really? He’s doing that right now, at a Christian youth camp? Fuck this guy. “So that was you?” You asked him, arms crossed over each other in an attempt to look intimidating.

His head snapped over to where you were standing, he obviously didn’t expect anyone else to be here at this time. “Does it matter?” He smugly replied, that same angry fire in his eyes. “You scared the shit out of me, Blake.” Your tone shifted to be more angry, because in all honesty you were angry. Finney didn’t even care to reply, he just shrugged.

“Asshole.” You muttered under your breath before turning around to finally walk away. “Why are you up?” Your heart stopped for a second, did he really just ask you a question? He wants to know something about you? It felt pathetic to get so excited over something so simple, but a win is a win. You turned back around. “It’s cold, and lonely.” You simply replied. “Lonely? How come? Where’s Gwen?” The way he sounded so concerned over his little sister made you feel like there was hope, hope that the Finney you once knew was still in there.

“Don’t freak out, she went to sleep with Ernesto.” You saw his jaw clench. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He stood up from the bench ready to charge at the kid. “You will not be doing anything of the sort, Blake.” You pushed him back down on the bench. “He’s a nice kid, they’re asleep, he’s keeping her safe. You should be more grateful that someone cares about her like you do.” He simply rolled his eyes at you and turned his gaze to look back at the payphone. He took a long slow drag from the joint.

In all honesty you were just surprised he didn’t absolutely lash out at you for putting him back in his place. You stood there for a while, in silence. Then you decided to do something, to your standards, outrageous. “Can I have a hit?” You asked, the words falling from your lips so easily. Finney raised his eyebrows. “You can’t handle this.” He laughed and shook his head.

“You don’t know what I can or can’t handle.” You retaliated before trying to take the joint from between his lips. He cursed at you and took it away. “You’re not touching my shit.” He spat at you. “Jeez, calm down Blake.” You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior.

“You don’t have to call me that all the time.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” “Blake.” You scoffed. “Well it’s your name isn’t it?”

“You never used to call me that.” He said before taking another long drag of the joint. “Well you never used to be such an asshole.” His eyes shot up to look at you, in them a look of anger, shock, confusion, and— hurt..? You were equally as shocked by how easily those words left your lips.

He threw the joint on the snow, not bothering to step on it and put it out. He stood up and pushed past you to get to his cabin. You placed your hand on his shoulder and stopped him. “Finney I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it I—“ you started. “Oh so now it’s Finney, huh? Fuck off with your sweet talking.” He released his shoulder from your grip.

“Just wait okay I’m sorry, it’s just— I miss you.” That made him stop dead in his tracks. He turned around slowly, fire in his eyes. “You think I like being so fucking angry all the time? You think I like feeling like this all the goddamn time?!” He stepped closer to you, pointing his finger at your chest. “You miss me? Well I miss me too.” His eyes were different now, they looked vulnerable and you could swear a tear started forming in the corners of them.

“You’ve got no idea what I’ve been through, you don’t know what it was like!” He started whisper-yelling, trying to keep his composure. “You’re right.” You replied, his finger fell, as did his face. “I don’t know shit about what you’ve been through, all I know is I miss my best friend, the person I used to love.” You grabbed his arm.

His eyes stayed fixed on you, your grip on his wrist a little tighter than anticipated. “Person you used to love?” He asked you, with a slight hesitation in his voice. You looked away, lip trembling due to the cold and the wave of emotions hitting you now. “The person I used to love.” You repeated.

That broke him. He looked down at your hand holding his wrist and turned his body back around to face yours. He looked back up at you but you tried to avoid his gaze, feeling a little embarrassed to confess your love like this. Knowing he would never reciprocate. You let go.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go now.” You moved past him, the snow seeping through the bottom of your pajama pants leaving you colder than when you went out in the first place. “No, wait.” He follows behind you. You were stood at the top of the stairs in front of the door and he stood in front of you in a matter of seconds.

“The person you used to love?” You weren’t used to this kind of insecurity coming from him. “What’s it even matter.” You shrugged. “It’s not like you care anyways, right?” The sentence came out more angry than you anticipated.

“I do care.” Those words just changed everything for you. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You looked at his face, at his eyes, the anger replaced with vulnerability. You weren’t sure whether to laugh or not, it could be a joke. He could just be fucking with you— yeah that must be it. He’s fucking with you!

“You’re fucking with me.” You laughed at him. He didn’t laugh back, he wasn’t fucking with you. “You’re not fucking with me?” You were genuinely confused. His hand came up and rested on your shoulder. “I’m not fucking with you. I care. I care a lot actually. About you, and everything that’s going on. I care about what you say. I care about the used to. I don’t want it to be a used to. I know I don’t give you any reason for it to not be a used to, but I really want it to be a right now.”

You were the one whose eyes were threatening to spill now. Aside from that your lips were trembling and turning blue and you’d never experienced chills like these ever before. He seemed to notice. “Let’s just get you inside for now.” He opened the door behind you and held onto your shoulder as you walked back to your cabin.

“You’re not supposed to be in here, you know?” You said as you sat down on your bed, looking down at your wet pajama pants. “If Gwen’s in there then I can be in here.” He stood across from you, arms crossed, standing awkwardly. You stared at eachother for a little while. “You warming up yet?” He asked you, trying to break the tension of both of your earlier spontaneous confessions. “Not really, I don’t think my pants are gonna dry anytime soon so I’ll have to suffer.”

“You can borrow mine.” He replied way too quickly. “Won’t you be cold though?” You asked him, knowing he probably didn’t pack more than one pair of pajama pants. “It’s okay I sleep in my boxers all the time anyways.” He replied casually. “It’s 38°F and you sleep in your boxers? You’re crazier than I thought.” He shrugged and walked off to get his pair of pajama pants.

He returned very quickly, empty handed and a wide-eyed look on his face. “What’s wrong? Where’s the pants?” You questioned him. “Ernesto is saying some— weird shit. I was not about to go in there.” He sat down on the bed across from you. “Guess you’ll have to sleep here then.” You stated. “Guess so.” He didn’t come off as disappointed as he tried to be.

A little while later you were laying in bed, pantsless, deciding that no pants was better than wet pants. Finney laid in the bed next to yours, equally pantsless, at least that’s what you guessed. You could hear his soft breathing and little shuffles he sometimes did. You couldn’t sleep, you were still cold.

“Hey Finney?” You whispered, hoping he was still awake. “Mhm..?” He responded after a few seconds, sounding a little disoriented. “I’m cold.” You heard him shuffle around a little. “‘M sorry I didn’t get the pants for you.” He was now lying on his stomach, holding himself up by his elbows.

“It’s okay.” You were silent for a little bit. “Can you maybe, warm me up?” You hesitated a little and whispered the end. “You want me to get in there with you?” You made a noise of confirmation. The floorboards creaked as he made his way over to your bed. “Move over then.” He shooed you. You giggled, and moved over to give him some room.

You laid besides each other, you were on your side and Finney’s arm was holding you. You could faintly feel his legs close to yours but you weren’t pressed into one another. “Hey Finney?” You asked him. “Mhm..?” He replied. “Remember when I told you I used to love you?” You whispered at him. He “mhm’ed” once again. “I lied.”

He turned you around to face him. “What do you mean?” He said, sounding semi-panicked. “I didn’t used to love you, I still do.” He stared at you for a while, trying to catch if you were joking or not. “You’re fucking with me?” You shook your head. “I’m not.” You held onto his arm, that was somehow radiating warmth.

He looked at you, for a small moment. A moment that felt like an eternity. He then harshly grabbed your cheek and pulled you in for a rough kiss. He wasted no time shoving his tongue inside of your mouth. You complied and let your tongue move rhythmically with his. He pulled away, slightly out of breath.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this.” He wasted no time moving himself to be on top of you. He continued the kiss holding you by your cheek, his other hand on your waist. Your hands were moving in his hair and around his neck. His hands moved up and down your waist causing a slight whimper to escape from inbetween the kiss.

This only seemed to fuel Finney’s desire even more. His hand that was previously on your cheek moved down your body, holding onto your neck, your chest, stopping at your breasts. He pulled away. “Can I?” He almost pleaded with you. “Don’t hold back.” You smiled at him. That drove him crazy.

He wasted no time sliding his hand up your shirt, not taking it off since it was still freezing cold. He started to slowly and softly massage your breast, continuing to make out with you and eventually moving down to kiss, lick and bite your neck. You followed your own advice and didn’t hold back with your moans and whimpers.

His hands gradually moved down to the hem of your panties, he hooked a finger in them. Your hands were grabbing and feeling at his unexpectedly toned chest and back. He slowly, teasingly took off your panties leaving you in only your shirt. You expected to be freezing right now but Finney’s body heat kept you surprisingly warm.

His hand massaged your inner thigh, moving up at an excruciatingly slow pace, you desperately whimpered. “I’m gonna make it up to you okay?” You were a little confused at what he meant by that, and he noticed. “Just relax, okay?” You nodded, simply just wanting him to touch you in any sort of way.

And touching he did. He worked slow, his fingers dancing around on your thighs before finally reaching your pussy. He felt up your folds which caused you to release light gasp from your lips. His thumb rested on your clit and slowly started to move around in circular motions. Your breath started speeding up.

With his thumb still on your clit he slowly let one of his fingers enter your pussy. Then a second one, and he released his thumb from your clit. You whimpered at the loss of contact but his thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue. He now had two finger pumping inside of you whilst swirling his tongue around on your clit.

Your moans we’re loud and wild and you had to secure a pillow on top of your face in order not to wake anybody. Finney didn’t seem to mind however, it just made him want you even more. It didn’t take long for the pressure in your lower stomach to start building up, nor for it to release.

You felt your orgasm throughout your whole body, sparks of ecstasy sprung from your sweat and Finney helped you come down from it. He slowly pulled his fingers out and removed the pillow from your face. “You make pretty noises.” He smirked, you opened your mouth in order to retaliate but he quickly stuck his two fingers inside of it, asking— or well, demanding you to suck them clean. You complied.

“Good.” He simply said, before moving to remove his own underwear. You assisted him, slowly and painfully teasingly taking off his boxers. “You’d better get on with it.” He told you. “And why exactly would I do that?” You replied back. “Cause if you don’t I’ll make you regret it.” You rolled your eyes at his meaningless threat and continued your sluggish tempo. His boxers were now off and you were sat up on the bed, with him and his free dick now kneeling in front of you.

You slowly started to pump his dick, making sure you looked him in the eyes whilst you did it. You took out your tongue and licked the longest, slowest stripes up his dick, from the base, up the shaft, paying extra attention to his tip. Your rhythm was absolutely excruciating and Finney could barely hold it together anymore. You started to take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. “Fuck this.” He grabbed you by the hair and shoved your head down completely.

You gagged a little but somehow managed to take his whole dick in your mouth. He continued moving you up and down his dick, you just let him do his thing whilst trying to make eye contact, but the tears forming in your eyes made that a little difficult. After a little while of you sputtering and gagging he released you. “Turn around.” He asked you, you were a little light headed from him throat-fucking you so you didn’t completely hear his demand. Instead of asking again he swiftly flipped you over to be on your stomach. God that gave you butterflies.

He lifted your ass up in the air, he took his dick and started to tease at your pussy, only lightly pushing in his tip. You whimpered in response, he chuckled at that. Luckily he wasted no time in pushing himself completely inside of you. He let out a low, rough groan. Like something released inside of him, like something awakened inside of him, something he hadn’t felt in years. As he started moving himself in and out of you, you reached around your back to grab onto his hand.

He interlocked his fingers with yours and leaned his upper body down so his face was now next to yours. Your hands still interlaced and him looking you lustfully in the eyes, he only sped up more and more, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and needy by the second. Your whimpers and moans mixed with his created a symphony never heard before. “You don’t know— ah— how badly I’ve n-needed this.” He groaned into your ear. You gave him a kiss on the lips which ended up in you two making out again.

His other hand slowly started creeping up around your back and between your thighs, rubbing circles at your clit again. You felt that familiair feeling build up again and by Finney’s sloppy thrusts and drawled out moans you could tell he was getting close, too. He pulled away from your lips. “Finney..” you started, but he stopped you abruptly. “I know, m-me too.” His movements on your clit sped up and your orgasm followed soon after. Waves of relief coursing through your skin.

Your pulsating pussy was the one last thing that sent Finney over the edge, as he burrowed himself deep inside of you and came as well. You two stayed like that for a second, both coming down from your orgasms. The air was filled with heavy breathing the tense atmosphere between you two from merely two hours ago was completely gone now.

“Hey Finney?” You asked him. “Mhm..?” He replied, still very out of breath. “I love you.” He let go of your hand, steadied himself, pulled out and flipped you back on your back. “I love you too.” He said with a kiss on your forehead. He swung his arm back around you and you two soon fell asleep, cuddling closely with one another. He had to make sure you’d stay warm.

The next morning you were woken up by yet another loud bang, the door swung open. Your eyes shot open as well and you tried to adjust to the sunlight shining though the cabin windows. In the frame, stood a large figure. Your vision was still blurry but you quickly woke Finney up, scared that there might be an intruder.

Finney shot up from the bed, hitting his head on the frame. Whilst he was rubbing his forehead, both of your visions unblurred which revealed the person in the doorframe to be none other than Armando, shit.