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I wrap my hand behind his head and our teeth clash as our tongues make up for lost time. The moments we had in the grocery store. The day he sat and watched the stars with me and yesterday when we were interrupted. I tug on his hair needily and his hand slips inside the back of my shirt. An electric current travels from his fingers to my skin. Dangit. I wanted to hate this. Feeling nothing would have made things easier. Instead I feel everything. All I’ve been missing and didn’t know I needed.
Finn breaks apart from me slowly and we are both panting, out of breath and resistance. “Tell me what you want.”
“Sleep,” I say between yawns.
He smiles softly, petting the front of my hair and down to my ear, causing me to let out a soft coo. “Let me stay with you.”
Our foreheads brush together as I shake my head. “I—”
“We don’t have to do anything tonight. We can kiss some more and I can hold you. I want to pet you everywhere you’ll allow me to.”
I vibrate. “Okay,” I say, continuing to lose the fight. Looping his fingers around mine, Finn pulls me to my room. He doesn’t stop until we are in front of the bed. He slips off his hoodie and shirt. I shake my head when he tugs at mine.
“We’ll work our way to it then,” he says in an understanding tone.
I nod and kick my shoes off. Untucking the covers, I climb into bed. He stands by the light switch, smiling at me. His curls are a mess and his cheeks are flushed. My gaze travels down his body to see how far the pink tinting goes. He is slimmer than me, has a six pack, and I can see his v-line peeking above his pants.
He’s beautiful. There’s no doubt about it. As much as I have no right to ogle him this way, it’s all I’m able to do as he glances at his phone. His belly button is pierced and a tattoo of cuff links rests above it. I’m not sure if the barbell and ink are new or if I’d never paid close enough attention in the days I sat in the sun while he swam.
Finn tosses his phone on the ground with his shirt and the room goes dark with a flick of his fingers. The bed dips as he crawls in next to me and we both turn on our sides to face one another. His warm breath scatters along my lips and his hand lands on my hip. “Tell me where my love bird wants to be stroked.”
Swallowing harder, I shift closer to him, wishing I had my shirt off so I could feel more of his skin touching me. Is this really happening?
“My neck.”
“And?” His voice rumbles in my ear. Fuck he’s sexy this way.
“My back.”
“How will I know if you want me to keep going? Will you tell me with words?”
I suck in a breath through my teeth. “Not in bird space.” If I can fully go there with him. Only time will tell.
“How then?” His voice deepens.
“I coo.”
I swear I can hear him smiling in the dark. “Good. If you want me to stop?”
“I shake my head from side to side if I need to slow down, and bite when I need to safeword out of a scene.”
“Thank you for being so open with me.” His fingers stroke the back of my neck and I let out a soft gasp. “One more question. What helps you get into bird space during nap and bedtime?”
Thinking for a minute, I take a deep breath. “Making a nest. Usually with mine and my Dom’s clothes.”
He pulls away from me and I already miss his warmth. The bedside lamp’s switch clicks and the small light turns on. Smiling softly, he gets out of bed and collects his shirt, along with his hoodie, from the floor and tosses both pieces on the bed. He grabs at his belt and yanks it out of the loops before sliding his pants down. Grabbing his jeans from the floor, he adds them to the growing pile of clothing and I watch him attentively as he tugs on the bottom of my pants. “Can I? For the nest.”
I nod slowly and undo the button while sliding down the zipper with my other hand. He helps me slide down my khakis and adds them to the soon-to-be nest. My bird perks up as he hands me all the pieces of clothing. “I want you to build it the way you like. Anything else I should add before you get started?”
I glance at the closet and back at him. “My favorite quilt I like to relax on the couch with while reading and maybe my white jacket.”
He nods and opens the closet. He plucks the jacket from a hanger before pointing to a red-and-pink blanket. “This one?”
“Yes.” I nibble on the bottom of my lip.
“What is it?” His eyes round with worry.
I stare down at the pile of clothes. “Usually… I prefer to have more of my handler’s things to add.”
