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[attr="class","giada i"]cue an eye roll and a huff from the blonde. her, not resting correctly? rude. although, he doesn't actually know much about her to make the assumption. if she had to guess, though, he's probably correct... oops?

"how am i supposed to rest, then?" she lets her eyes drift back over to his spot on the couch. the light of the screen illuminates his features but all she can see is concentration. hmm, okay, maybe this isn't so bad.

except, he speaks again and she can't help the little groan that escapes. an hour? how is she supposed to occupy herself until he's done? watch tv? ugh. fine. a hand reaches for the remote to idly click on the tv. even as the mild noise begins to fill the room, she's still distracted by him.

"because," she murmurs, lifting her head enough to fix him with a look. "it's too big of a bed for just me." and having the bed all to yourself can get lonely sometimes. if there's one thing she hates, it's that lonely feeling. gross, no thanks.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]wow, jeez, so much help! close your eyes. so simple she almost wants to laugh. instead, she offers another groan, a little more exasperated this time around. does he realize what he's saying or is he too distracted to notice he's providing banter? and not even the fun kind. rude.

"you suck," she comments with another huff. she turns away, then, to idly stare at the tv. it's playing some talk show she doesn't know or really understand. the topic escapes her and she's really just watching mouths move to entertain herself somehow. briefly she considers changing the channel until something more exciting comes up but finn's talking before she can and she's drawn back to him.

there's a little hint of surprise coloring her features when he unplugs the laptop and rises. and then, he's joining her in the bed and she's laughing because she didn't know it could be that easy. he shifts to get comfortable and she shifts closer, a satisfied grin rising to her lips. "better," she confirms. it's comfy and warm and is this the part where they snuggle? probably.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]okay, definitely even ruder now. who does that? just climbs into bed and doesn't even acknowledge the person beside them? well... admittedly, probably her, but that's not the point right now.

"seriously?" is all she gets out before she's contemplating either kicking him right off the bed or doing something a little worse. and then, almost after his inspiration strikes and he furiously types away at keys does she realize what her next move is.

an almost sly grin rises to her lips and she's moving before she can consider that this might be the next on a very long list of things she shouldn't do. it's easy to pick herself up and insert herself between him and the laptop. well, as easy as scooting the laptop away and taking the spot it had once occupied on his lap. there's a laugh that follows before she's glancing down at him, the grin never wavering.

"you gonna pay attention or what?"

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]"what would you call this then?"

her head tilts with the question, as if halfway between innocent and coy. she doesn't settle in either, however. instead she's a little more devious than she should be and it shows by the way she leans in. there's enough distance for him to pull away but will he? she's about to find out.

"the article can wait," she murmurs. his hands on her thighs and he's still considering the article? annoying but not surprising. she knows better than to assume he'll abandon the article for her but man, if this isn't fun anyway. how many buttons can she push before she has to relent and let him get back to writing?

"i'm in perfect shape, thank you." a laugh follows and she's choosing to ignore the way her body yells for her to sleep and not do whatever she's trying for.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]she's used to being a distraction, enough to know how to play the game. which strings to pull, which moves to make to ensure maximum success. it's easy, fun, thrilling. and yet, he makes it difficult. if only because he understands what she's trying to do, what her goals are. damn, if that doesn't make it more exciting though. well, as exciting as failing can get.

"and are you distracted yet?" she's fishing, that much is obvious. confirmation, denial, whatever she can get.

and it comes in the form of his hands squeezing her thighs a little more. the grin widens and she shifts closer, eyes darting between his eyes and his lips and she's getting herself distracted in the process.

"gladly," she whispers. there's no hesitation when she tries to close the distance, when she aims for lips on lips and hands roaming up a chest to find his neck.

her body protests and the wince follows but it's ignored because she's a woman on a mission.

Finley Black

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[attr="class","giada i"]a soft sigh is breathed into their connected lips, as if she's been waiting for this since meeting him at the hospital. and maybe she has or maybe it's just she's content with the way his hands roam. spurred on by his hands, she presses a little closer. body against body, even as he leans forward to meet her halfway.

and really, she shouldn't be ignoring the way her body is screaming or the way her wounds are growing more irritated the more she moves. but when will she get him like this again? when will he allow her to distract him? probably never, if she stops to think about it.

she uses a little more force than she should, continuing to press and move and shift in his hands until it's too much for the wounds to handle and she's breaking away with a pained gasp. her head finds his shoulder and stays there for a moment, eyes screwed shut and body tense. "fucking hell," she whispers, voice muffled by his shirt.

well, apparently he was right. damn, she hates when they're right.

Finley Black