[ it feels too disingenuous to insist she had taken it with that same hopeful, longing intent. rather than assert as much, she leaves it there — sincere in its pining, in its fantasy, even if she had not originally planned to create that scenario with him in mind.
it's too easy to forget that, now, when faced with the images his words bring up. no, not just images, but memories that have her thighs clench together in their search for the barest amount of friction. the pressure does nothing to alleviate the temptation, but part of the enjoyment is the anticipation of reading what he has to say next. ]
That's true. But we both know your mouth looks best between my legs.
Oh, yeah? You'll have to tell me how it looks sometime.
[ not that he necessarily has any idea on his end; he knows how she looks when he's there, breathless and beautiful, but it's probably a different view for her and she might just have to describe it to him at some point.
he can't seem to get this grin off his face — there's a fondness in it, as there always is with her, but then he presses his lips together. ]
Good. You always look good. Especially when you taste like me.
[ there is no embarrassment in that, though she can't help but to feel finn is eloquent where her brain has reduced itself to something primitive. that isn't enough to stop her from trudging forward, encouraged by the question. ]
Yeah. I'm thinking about it. Thinking about you, and how your mouth looked, soaked from me.
Do you like it when I kiss you afterward? So you can taste yourself?
[ he doesn't know where this is coming from, on his end especially, and while his first instinct would be to be way too embarrassed to even muster up the words normally they seem to flow out of him easily now, driven by need and wanting to read what she says next. ]
I could stay down there all day, making you come over and over until it's too much and you have to beg me to stop.
[ it makes something not just fond but tight, possessive, curl in her chest — knowing he'd taken his pleasure in her own, eager and wanting between her legs. the evidence of her taste on his tongue, honeyed and tangy sweet, has only exacerbated that urge to keep him there, lips slick with the flavor of her, until it's the only thing he knows. ]
I wouldn't want you to stop, even if you begged. I could take whatever you give me. I'd be good.
[ okay, understatement of all time, and even finn reads that reply back over to himself like seriously? but it's out now, there's no taking it back, and it doesn't change the fact that he'd content himself between the warmth of her thighs as long as she wanted. all day long, if they had the option.
they probably don't have the option. right?
her next reply leaves him shifting his weight again, those last three words especially. ]
Anything? Because I'm thinking about your mouth on me now, while I bury my face between your legs. Would you be good for that?
[ it comes quick and without a second thought. maybe it would hold more significance if she stopped to consider limitations, but it holds true. she doesn't need to turn the thought over in her head; in this, she trusts him unequivocally.
nevertheless, it doesn't change her sudden awareness of how inexperienced she is. though part of her is tempted to ask if it's an act he's tried before, if he's as new to it as she would be, she shoves it down and swallows, more taken by the imagery than the thought of confessing the newness of it.
in this, as in most things, she boldly moves forward. ]
I'd be good for that. And for you. I'd always be good for you. Would you be good for me, Finn? I'm not sure you could concentrate once I've gotten my mouth on your cock.
[ it's a relief, sure, when she admits to trusting him that much, but it's also a reaffirmation of everything he's already known to be true deep down — about her, about them, about the way he feels about her.
and his own experience might still be vastly limited, but he's been doing some research lately. trying to expand on what he knows. a desire to impress her? maybe, but reading something and then applying it are two very different things.
all of that leaves his mind when her next message comes in and he's got to clear his throat to mask the soft grunt that rises up, even though there's no one around to overhear him anyway. ]
Always. You're so incredible, it would be easy to be good for you. If I mess it up at all, it's because I know how your mouth feels and I won't be able to stop myself from showing you how much I like it. But if I start to forget what I'm supposed to be doing, you should correct me.
[ incredible, he says, and despite the promise of what follows, it's what prompts most of the blood to rush in her ears. she swallows, tongue wetting her lips as though it might ease the sudden dryness there, as her skin heats — a pleasant flush of red rising just beneath the surface. ]
I could correct you. I'd have to stop, if you can't follow directions. I'd ride your mouth, remind you how badly I want to come, until I was satisfied. And maybe then I'd finish you off and swallow you down.
[ there's only a flicker of a moment to wonder if that's too far for a proposition for finn, and if he'll turn her away as a result, but it vanishes quickly. desire wins out, sending it without a second thought. ]
[ it's probably for the best that he's alone, because he's experiencing that same rush of blood to the head — well, there and lower, though he doesn't move to relieve his current state right now. if anything, he likes being able just to feel it, how much he wants her. ]
Please.
If I'm not performing adequately you should take what you want from me to teach me a lesson. So I can learn for next time.
[ he doesn't comment on the reward she offers — is that what it is? a reward? for good behavior, but he's reacting to that part of it too. ]
[ the details of his time in the first order are muddied to her, unknown — a vague understanding of what has been done to him, at best. she tries not to relate what she has suggested to him — and, in turn, what he has proposed — to their conditioning, their treatment, to curb any guilt that might rise over the sudden rush of heat in her blood.
her underwear stick to her folds uncomfortably, wet from arousal already. in contrast, she doesn't have the same restraint as finn; her fingers trace around the edges, circle along her covered clit, and inevitably only draw away to respond. ]
If you're good. If you behave, and take it like you should. You'll have to watch me make myself come if you don't.
[ the thing is, in the order, he'd rarely done anything to merit discipline of any kind; on paper, he'd been the model trooper with an impeccable service record. fn-2187 had, by all accounts, been the last soldier anyone would have expected to desert. and so his thoughts don't necessarily turn to his past when the tone of their conversation shifts, when she talks about punishing him by making him watch her touch herself if he doesn't do what she asks.
he's hard in the sweats he wears to bed and he slides the heel of his hand against his cock through the cotton, sighing at the momentary relief that comes with that pressure. ]
I'd make you lick the taste of me off of my fingers. And then I'd leave you there until you begged.
[ it's a test of her own self-restraint when she only wants to touch and devour and indulge. for him, she can stay her hand, take the time to break him apart and piece him back together again. the wait is well worth the fantasy.
already, she can feel a darker flare of arousal at the thought, dizzy off the thought of being wanted so desperately. ]
[ he can't even muster up the words at this point, wondering if talking like this is as affecting her as much as it is him, if she's giving in to touch or if she's denying herself.
he has to say more than this. he can't not. ]
I would. I'd beg. Beg to be inside you until you gave me permission.
[ that one syllable of her name has drawn her attention, mind lagging. it's impossible to interpret it — as a call? as a beckon? or simply just rey, like an exhale from his mouth. her own is an answer, as if to remind him she hasn't forgotten who she's made these promises to. ]
I know. I knew you'd be good for me. You've always been.
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[ it feels too disingenuous to insist she had taken it with that same hopeful, longing intent. rather than assert as much, she leaves it there — sincere in its pining, in its fantasy, even if she had not originally planned to create that scenario with him in mind.
it's too easy to forget that, now, when faced with the images his words bring up. no, not just images, but memories that have her thighs clench together in their search for the barest amount of friction. the pressure does nothing to alleviate the temptation, but part of the enjoyment is the anticipation of reading what he has to say next. ]
That's true.
But we both know your mouth looks best between my legs.
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[ not that he necessarily has any idea on his end; he knows how she looks when he's there, breathless and beautiful, but it's probably a different view for her and she might just have to describe it to him at some point.
he can't seem to get this grin off his face — there's a fondness in it, as there always is with her, but then he presses his lips together. ]
Are you thinking about it right now?
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Especially when you taste like me.
[ there is no embarrassment in that, though she can't help but to feel finn is eloquent where her brain has reduced itself to something primitive. that isn't enough to stop her from trudging forward, encouraged by the question. ]
Yeah. I'm thinking about it.
Thinking about you, and how your mouth looked, soaked from me.
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[ he doesn't know where this is coming from, on his end especially, and while his first instinct would be to be way too embarrassed to even muster up the words normally they seem to flow out of him easily now, driven by need and wanting to read what she says next. ]
I could stay down there all day, making you come over and over until it's too much and you have to beg me to stop.
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[ it makes something not just fond but tight, possessive, curl in her chest — knowing he'd taken his pleasure in her own, eager and wanting between her legs. the evidence of her taste on his tongue, honeyed and tangy sweet, has only exacerbated that urge to keep him there, lips slick with the flavor of her, until it's the only thing he knows. ]
I wouldn't want you to stop, even if you begged.
I could take whatever you give me. I'd be good.
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[ okay, understatement of all time, and even finn reads that reply back over to himself like seriously? but it's out now, there's no taking it back, and it doesn't change the fact that he'd content himself between the warmth of her thighs as long as she wanted. all day long, if they had the option.
they probably don't have the option. right?
her next reply leaves him shifting his weight again, those last three words especially. ]
Anything? Because I'm thinking about your mouth on me now, while I bury my face between your legs. Would you be good for that?
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[ it comes quick and without a second thought. maybe it would hold more significance if she stopped to consider limitations, but it holds true. she doesn't need to turn the thought over in her head; in this, she trusts him unequivocally.
nevertheless, it doesn't change her sudden awareness of how inexperienced she is. though part of her is tempted to ask if it's an act he's tried before, if he's as new to it as she would be, she shoves it down and swallows, more taken by the imagery than the thought of confessing the newness of it.
in this, as in most things, she boldly moves forward. ]
I'd be good for that.
And for you. I'd always be good for you.
Would you be good for me, Finn? I'm not sure you could concentrate once I've gotten my mouth on your cock.
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and his own experience might still be vastly limited, but he's been doing some research lately. trying to expand on what he knows. a desire to impress her? maybe, but reading something and then applying it are two very different things.
all of that leaves his mind when her next message comes in and he's got to clear his throat to mask the soft grunt that rises up, even though there's no one around to overhear him anyway. ]
Always. You're so incredible, it would be easy to be good for you.
If I mess it up at all, it's because I know how your mouth feels and I won't be able to stop myself from showing you how much I like it.
But if I start to forget what I'm supposed to be doing, you should correct me.
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I could correct you.
I'd have to stop, if you can't follow directions.
I'd ride your mouth, remind you how badly I want to come, until I was satisfied.
And maybe then I'd finish you off and swallow you down.
[ there's only a flicker of a moment to wonder if that's too far for a proposition for finn, and if he'll turn her away as a result, but it vanishes quickly. desire wins out, sending it without a second thought. ]
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Please.
If I'm not performing adequately you should take what you want from me to teach me a lesson. So I can learn for next time.
[ he doesn't comment on the reward she offers — is that what it is? a reward? for good behavior, but he's reacting to that part of it too. ]
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her underwear stick to her folds uncomfortably, wet from arousal already. in contrast, she doesn't have the same restraint as finn; her fingers trace around the edges, circle along her covered clit, and inevitably only draw away to respond. ]
If you're good.
If you behave, and take it like you should.
You'll have to watch me make myself come if you don't.
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he's hard in the sweats he wears to bed and he slides the heel of his hand against his cock through the cotton, sighing at the momentary relief that comes with that pressure. ]
If it was what I deserved.
What would you do with me after that?
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And then I'd leave you there until you begged.
[ it's a test of her own self-restraint when she only wants to touch and devour and indulge. for him, she can stay her hand, take the time to break him apart and piece him back together again. the wait is well worth the fantasy.
already, she can feel a darker flare of arousal at the thought, dizzy off the thought of being wanted so desperately. ]
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[ he can't even muster up the words at this point, wondering if talking like this is as affecting her as much as it is him, if she's giving in to touch or if she's denying herself.
he has to say more than this. he can't not. ]
I would. I'd beg.
Beg to be inside you until you gave me permission.
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[ that one syllable of her name has drawn her attention, mind lagging. it's impossible to interpret it — as a call? as a beckon? or simply just rey, like an exhale from his mouth. her own is an answer, as if to remind him she hasn't forgotten who she's made these promises to. ]
I know.
I knew you'd be good for me. You've always been.