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❝ thanks, ❞ they murmured, watching her with a small but fond smile. this holiday had always seemed so pointless to finn but this year he was happy to share it with someone as extraordinary as morgan. ❝ really ?? i crashed completely once i had access to one but i guess i didn’t– ❞ their words died in their throat as morgan began undressing, icy blue eyes unable to look anywhere else. that was a sight they’d never tire of. fighting the urge to follow her example, he cleared his throat and went to pour another glass of wine for himself. quickly downing it, he asked the question that had been on the tip of his tongue since the mention of a shower. ❝ fancy some company in there ?? or would you prefer i wait out here until you’re done ?? ❞ despite their previous brazen actions finn didn’t want to be presumptuous when it came to their time here together. he was happy to oblige either way, even if he had a firm preference.
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morgan smirked the moment finn stopped speaking — so abruptly, at that. whatever could have caused it?? maybe the fact that their shorts were on the floor. she hadn’t expected to have that kind of power over him, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. they stepped out of the discarded garment and kicked it aside for now, taking another sip of wine. there was a smug little smile on morgan’s lips as she considered how to further tease him, eyes on his the entire time. “mmm... it’s up to you. but just so you know,” morgan added quickly, the idea finally coming to them. she’d make them wait for a moment however, as she finished off her glass and set it down, before pulling off her shirt right in front of them. of course, no part of their body was on display that everyone didn’t see on the beach most days, but he was clearly as eager as they were, perhaps even more so. “i’m not fuckin’ you in there. i wanna savor this at least a little bit.” was that too direct?? possibly, maybe even a little crass as well, but this was called the love shack after all. both of them knew where things were headed. now, morgan could make that declaration all they wanted, but whether they’d be able to stick to their guns in there with a naked, soapy finn in there with them was a different question entirely. “think you can handle that??” she asked, turning around to head toward the bathroom door, cheeks rosy as she thought about the view she was providing.








