FINN
Finn might be the musician, but Tobi's hands are just as skillful as his own - especially at times like this. He almost melts beneath her touch, his eyes growing heavy as his head tilts to the side to let her fingers work at a particularly sensitive knot in his shoulder.
"I don't like to make presumptions," he murmurs, a smile still curling up one corner of his lips, stormy eyes lifting to search out her gaze. "You can tell them that we are dating," he rumbles, the words low and steady in the wake of her ministrations. "I would like it if you did."
His eyes close completely as she cups his cheeks, lips parting to receive her kiss, slow and gentle as it might be. "I am glad to be home. I missed you," he whispers back, reaching out to draw her closer and slip his arms around her waist. "What is music therapy?" he wonders belatedly, raising his eyebrows.
"I don't like to make presumptions," he murmurs, a smile still curling up one corner of his lips, stormy eyes lifting to search out her gaze. "You can tell them that we are dating," he rumbles, the words low and steady in the wake of her ministrations. "I would like it if you did."
His eyes close completely as she cups his cheeks, lips parting to receive her kiss, slow and gentle as it might be. "I am glad to be home. I missed you," he whispers back, reaching out to draw her closer and slip his arms around her waist. "What is music therapy?" he wonders belatedly, raising his eyebrows.
