[ 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.
[ The shoes are what he hears first before he even sees her, those heels clacking against the concrete of the garage floor, and Finn glances up from where he's been leaning back in the chair behind the desk, daydreaming, thinking about how she'll look when she finally gets here. Turns out it's better than anything his own imagination could have even come up with.
He gets up, coming around the desk to stand in the doorway to the office, one forearm leaning against the frame as he watches her, waits for her glance to turn in his direction, and then he lifts a hand slowly, unable to keep his gaze from descending appreciatively over what she's wearing. ]
You look... [ Sometimes it feels like no words are deserving enough. ] Incredible.
[ the smile barely touches her lips, but she's teasing. the way he's looking her over causes her entire body to warm and she takes another step forward, undoing the button nearest the top of the jacket. there aren't many, it's barely held together. ]
[ He might not have enough patience to wait until she's finished unbuttoning the rest of that jacket, but he taps into whatever reserves exist to watch her, straightening up slightly in his lean as the button she unfastens reveals more skin — and it's becoming very obvious that she doesn't have anything else on underneath it. Just the heels, like they'd talked about.
His chin drops, but his eyes keep peering up, watching her with that hooded gaze, and he idly sweeps his tongue between his lips, glancing down to where that jacket barely covers past her hips. ]
[ he says he likes everything and qi'ra opens another button, then another. the tie follows and then the jacket opens and she stands there, hands on her hips and wearing a smile for him. a smile, the shoes, and a jacket that's covering just her backside at this point. ]
I think you promised to put your face between my thighs until my legs shake.
[ His voice is notably lower, when she tugs the belt loose from its wrap around her hips, lets the halves of the jacket fall open to bare her for his view, and he doesn't even try to hide the way his gaze rakes over her, not when she's standing there so confidently like she wants him to take it all in. ]
I definitely did. [ He doesn't think she'll mind him stepping forward to touch her, one hand rising to cup her cheek for a second before he bends low and scoops her up in his hold, one arm bracing beneath both of her thighs as he turns back toward the office. It's only a few feet to the door where he can kick it shut behind them, a few feet after that to the desk, and like he'd said, he's not even going to sweep any papers out of the way before setting her down on top of them, leaning forward to press a kiss to her mouth. ]
Leave the heels on. [ He whispers it to her lips before his descend, down the curve of her neck, while he encourages her to lay back and relax. ]
[ she wasn't sure he'd do it, put his papers at risk like that. then he does and she gives a laugh before his kiss takes it away.
it's easy for her to follow instructions like this, letting his lips move over her skin and down across her collarbone. her eyes close as she does as he wants, leaning back across the desk, the jacket now wide open and covering absolutely nothing. she knows what's coming, but his promise still rings in her ear: until your legs shake.
[ He says it on a whisper, against her skin, hands smoothing across her body to ease the halves of the jacket so that they rest at her sides instead, leaving her breasts exposed and available for his mouth to cover.
One hand cups a soft curve from beneath to squeeze, knead, as his lips wrap around the nipple on the other side and he sucks, licks, flicks his tongue against that peak to feel it harden from the attention. He'll make sure the other looks like that too, shifting over after a time to lavish it with the same treatment, and his gaze flicks up to her, wanting to hear the sounds he can get her to make, wanting to make her arch against the desk, wanting to get her even more wet for when he's got her spread for his mouth. ]
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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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action?
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. ]
action!
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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He gets up, coming around the desk to stand in the doorway to the office, one forearm leaning against the frame as he watches her, waits for her glance to turn in his direction, and then he lifts a hand slowly, unable to keep his gaze from descending appreciatively over what she's wearing. ]
You look... [ Sometimes it feels like no words are deserving enough. ] Incredible.
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[ the smile barely touches her lips, but she's teasing. the way he's looking her over causes her entire body to warm and she takes another step forward, undoing the button nearest the top of the jacket. there aren't many, it's barely held together. ]
I'd have hated to disappoint.
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[ He might not have enough patience to wait until she's finished unbuttoning the rest of that jacket, but he taps into whatever reserves exist to watch her, straightening up slightly in his lean as the button she unfastens reveals more skin — and it's becoming very obvious that she doesn't have anything else on underneath it. Just the heels, like they'd talked about.
His chin drops, but his eyes keep peering up, watching her with that hooded gaze, and he idly sweeps his tongue between his lips, glancing down to where that jacket barely covers past her hips. ]
Is that all for me right now?
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[ he says he likes everything and qi'ra opens another button, then another. the tie follows and then the jacket opens and she stands there, hands on her hips and wearing a smile for him. a smile, the shoes, and a jacket that's covering just her backside at this point. ]
I think you promised to put your face between my thighs until my legs shake.
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[ His voice is notably lower, when she tugs the belt loose from its wrap around her hips, lets the halves of the jacket fall open to bare her for his view, and he doesn't even try to hide the way his gaze rakes over her, not when she's standing there so confidently like she wants him to take it all in. ]
I definitely did. [ He doesn't think she'll mind him stepping forward to touch her, one hand rising to cup her cheek for a second before he bends low and scoops her up in his hold, one arm bracing beneath both of her thighs as he turns back toward the office. It's only a few feet to the door where he can kick it shut behind them, a few feet after that to the desk, and like he'd said, he's not even going to sweep any papers out of the way before setting her down on top of them, leaning forward to press a kiss to her mouth. ]
Leave the heels on. [ He whispers it to her lips before his descend, down the curve of her neck, while he encourages her to lay back and relax. ]
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it's easy for her to follow instructions like this, letting his lips move over her skin and down across her collarbone. her eyes close as she does as he wants, leaning back across the desk, the jacket now wide open and covering absolutely nothing. she knows what's coming, but his promise still rings in her ear: until your legs shake.
he's expert. she doesn't think it'll take much. ]
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[ He says it on a whisper, against her skin, hands smoothing across her body to ease the halves of the jacket so that they rest at her sides instead, leaving her breasts exposed and available for his mouth to cover.
One hand cups a soft curve from beneath to squeeze, knead, as his lips wrap around the nipple on the other side and he sucks, licks, flicks his tongue against that peak to feel it harden from the attention. He'll make sure the other looks like that too, shifting over after a time to lavish it with the same treatment, and his gaze flicks up to her, wanting to hear the sounds he can get her to make, wanting to make her arch against the desk, wanting to get her even more wet for when he's got her spread for his mouth. ]