Finley let out a soft breath as she stepped toward the dresser, already slipping her jeans down her legs and kicking them across onto the growing pile of dirty laundry. She felt exhausted. Even though she’d spent the entire morning fucked out of her tiny mind and slept through the afternoon, it hadn’t stopped her over-thinking. A figure at her door in the perfect shape of Marley Callahan had somewhat turned her evening upside down and without knowing why Fin had felt the need to pull her closer than usual. Held her hand the entire time they’d watched the television but Fin had felt herself tuning out. So she’d suggested they head to bed and judging by Marley’s expression, she needed it as well. Tossing her shirt aside, she cast a glance behind her at the beautiful blonde. Her features seemed less relaxed. Her eyes weren’t as bright. Slipping her bra down her arms, Fin turned the whole way, clutching her baggy bed t-shirt to her chest. “Marls...” She voiced tenderly as she crossed the room and stood in front of the other. “I’ve never known you to be this quiet,” Laying her shirt aside she reached out and stroked her hand delicately through Marley’s long hair. “What’s going on?” @tabithamuses
