#finnbalortest

[twcbelts]

❛ i’m yours , only yours - ❜ (to finn from becky)

" aye, that's RIGHT lass, and don't ya forget it! "

[twcbelts]

[ FLASH ] ― my muse ‘accidentally’ flashes your muse. (for finn from becky)

another hotel, another tour throughout the indie circuit in europe. eyes comprised of fire and ice in equal measure make easy work of admiring his most promising student. she was well on her way to becoming legendary, and he knew somewhere deep down that she was going to make a name for herself and in many ways? she already had. the young prince cannot help but simply watch her undress. cheeks flush an almost tomato shade, and it reaches his ears as they make eye contact the minute shirt leaves frame. he forces himself to gaze elsewhere. " sorry lass, didn't uh, didn't mean t' look. "

[twcbelts]

@rhearip in which devil and i help each other test becky and finn.

the air is comfortably quiet between them for the time. she's perched in his favorite place, his lap. those familiar, strong thighs and the weight of her frame provides a solace he hadn't known in some time. how long had it been, exactly? years? too long by finn's admittedly biased reckoning. fingers dare to brave gentle caresses of every inch of flesh countenance offered, all the while smiling like a fool. there's a lamenting expression along with languid one and it swirls around behind ceruleans, the flicker of hellfire accompanies it only burning brighter when met with the straight fire in hers. " can't count the ways that i been missin' ya, lass ... " voice is gruff, low. hands then move to let digits rake through orange locks. " still so beautiful, more so even ... you just keep getting better with time, rebecca. "