[ he draws in a breath, because he already has been thinking about an idea. something coalescing in his mind when she's been giving him images to linger on. so the words come without him even having to think about them too hard. ]
Put a coat on first, so you can make it here without anyone getting any ideas. But nothing underneath.
And when you get here, I'm going to spread you out on this desk and take you that way.
[ She leaves it vaguely enough between them that he doesn’t know when she’ll be coming by, specifically, but she knows where he is — at the garage, technically, where he busies himself working on one of the cars pulled in first before he realizes he doesn’t want his hands to be covered in grease and oil when she shows up — especially if she’s going to be dressed (or not) as he’s told her to be.
In the end, he finally decides to go into the office and wait for her there, although he leaves the door open as he leans back in the chair behind the desk, trying not to let his nerves wind him up too much and not listening for the sound of footsteps. He reaches for his device as another way to distract himself, scrolling through the network — and maybe he goes back to his messages to look at that photo she’d sent him again, giving himself permission to get excited in a different way in the meantime. Not that it ever takes him long to get hard for her anyway. ]
[ qi'ra owns exactly one piece of outdoor that's not dramatic like the rest of her and it's a thigh-length black jacket. it's probably not what finn had in mind when he told her to wear nothing but that, but she does as he's asked and strides toward the garage with her chin level to the ground, making zero eye contact with anyone else. there are moments, perhaps, that her stride hits a bit long and someone behind her catches a glimpse of what she isn't wearing, but she doesn't mind. this is what he wanted, this is what he gets.
the shoes, however, are impeccable. four inches, deep black, and her hair is pinned up, so that when she walks into the garage, he gets an eyeful of what he's requested.
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With these shoes.
[ is she... teasing him?]
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[ naked, he means. ]
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[ but he can't help thinking of all her flawless skin around so many oily, greasy things or sharp metallic edges. ]
We have an office.
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Tell me what you want, Finn. Where you want it and how.
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Put a coat on first, so you can make it here without anyone getting any ideas. But nothing underneath.
And when you get here, I'm going to spread you out on this desk and take you that way.
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We may get your papers dirty.
[ she's already got the coat on. ]
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Unless you want to get them dirty.
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If you want the reminder, we can get them dirty.
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And then I want to slip inside you before you've even finished coming down from it all.
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Or that you'll be able to stop me from screaming your name.
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I wouldn't exactly have a problem with that, either.
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In the end, he finally decides to go into the office and wait for her there, although he leaves the door open as he leans back in the chair behind the desk, trying not to let his nerves wind him up too much and not listening for the sound of footsteps. He reaches for his device as another way to distract himself, scrolling through the network — and maybe he goes back to his messages to look at that photo she’d sent him again, giving himself permission to get excited in a different way in the meantime. Not that it ever takes him long to get hard for her anyway. ]
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the shoes, however, are impeccable. four inches, deep black, and her hair is pinned up, so that when she walks into the garage, he gets an eyeful of what he's requested.
and that smile. ]
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