Laboratory Beta
Fionn certainly found it funny but then he was pretty inclined to chuckle away at anything right about now. Well, maybe laughter wasn’t his response to everything.
For instance, when she pressed into him and he reacted instinctually instead of engaging his brain, her expression was marvellous, her surprise hardly the most delicious part. There was a glint in her eye, an awe at witnessing such a thing. When he pressed up into her, he was gratified to see a sort of wonder there as well as an answering lust. She wasn’t put off, no — far from it in fact — and it was made all the better by her shy admittance.
Was she breathing a little heavier? Yes, she seemed to be. It was his turn to wonder, his turn to question how girls even- Could they be pushed to the same point that he be pushed? Was there something in them for that? Something that could break? Fionn had no idea and was strangely embarrassed to ask but if it was possible, it apparently wasn’t necessary for pregnancy. Not that he wanted- It just hadn’t been mentioned in that regard so he didn’t know and the only way he’d find out was to ask. Just… not yet. She did seem to be edging towards something though. The teenager was having some sort of effect, he simply didn’t understand how.
“No. Not bad,” he whispered, smirking slightly albeit a little shy himself. He didn’t think it was bad — he certainly hoped it wasn’t bad — for her. She clearly desired things too so it was ridiculous to think that she couldn’t get off the same as he did. He just… had no idea how and that worried him a little because he was used to knowing how to push buttons. He’d always ensured that whoever he was with was satisfied, even if they didn’t always have the courtesy — or frankly give a damn — to do the same for him. Even if he broke first, he always repaid his partner in kind so what if he- No, he was pretty much guaranteed to if she remained in his lap but if Aura didn’t, he didn’t know how-
It was an awful way to be thinking, nerve wracking enough that he felt himself wilt a bit, shoulders hunching for a reason other than the scar he’d just mentioned. It didn’t help that she had seen it before but hadn’t mentioned it, that knowledge worrying him immensely because she’d had all this time to think that he might have- Fionn has wanted to prepare her and apparently that wasn’t going to happen.
“It’s a l-l-long story. I don’t know if- It’s not a good story…” he admitted in a whisper, the last part voiced hardly above his breath. He averted his gaze, unable to look at her and keep thoughts of that- that man in his head at the same time as if that association alone would sully her. The servant did his best to shove Ayden from his mind but the mood had changed and he feared it was his fault. No wonder she didn’t move to unfasten buttons as she’d seemed so eager to do before. No wonder she glanced at the door, her mind obviously sobered by his own self-conscious anxiety. But then she reached behind her and he got confused.
The middle Madden was quite slow on the uptake until she shrugged out of the pinafore and moved to her own buttons. It was his turn to glance at the door, panic setting in as he found himself unable to think of what to do. What was he meant to do with- with this?
“Aura, you don’t have to- Maybe now isn’t-”
His protests were weak because they were hardly protests at all, the young man hypnotised by the movements of her fingers. They couldn’t—shouldn’t—do this.
You aren’t doing anything though, an inner voice pointed out. He told it to piss off. He would pick a time like this to be smart with himself, wouldn’t he?
In spite his farcical protests, the boy watched her with eager anticipation, unsure just what would be revealed like a present being unwrapped. Mainly, he had no idea how far she’d go.
And then she uncovered the burn, shoulders hunching even as she stutteringly explained. It was ugly — what scar wasn’t? — and livid, despite evidently being healed. It looked like a sore one. He knew that his own burns still ached a bit sometimes, all of his scar tissue ached at times, but he did worry that it would hurt as he touched her. He couldn’t help himself, he didn’t even think about it, he just reached out, fingertips barely skimming across its surface for fear she’d flinch or wince.
Did it look bad? Yes, but it wasn’t really that interesting, just a scar. In truth, he was far more interested in the tops of her breasts, eyes finding them more frequently than the angry scar she bore in spite of the fact it screamed for attention. He could understand why she was self-conscious about it although hers kind of made sense; he doubted that its origins were as shameful as the one on his shoulder. Which… was what this was about, wasn’t it? She’d seen how he’d been about the bite mark and had decided to reveal something of her own.
He swallowed around a lump in his throat. He was touched.
“Aurelie…” he murmured, soft and almost reverent. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to acknowledge this without it coming out of his mouth all wrong. So instead, he let his actions do the talking. When her hands moved hesitantly back to the buttons at his collar, he caught them in his, setting them on his shoulders so that they wouldn’t get in his way and then leaned forward and very gently kissed the mark.
He drew back, face flaming, dark eyes full of uncertainty.
“I’m sorry…” Fionn whispered. He thought it was an apology for touching without permission, or for putting his lips so close to her breasts but he wasn’t sure. He was simply apologising. It’d serve for something.
He glanced away for a moment, gaze finding the door and wondering. It was unlocked so anyone could walk in, unlikely given that no professors were here and he didn’t think that either of them would enter but it didn’t matter to them if the door was unlocked or not. They both had keys. In fact there was a key in the-
“Circle forgive me!” he exclaimed and then gently went to move her off his lap. “I just need to- Won’t be a minute!”
If she’d let him get up then he’d fetch the key from its hiding place and place it in the lock, the object slipping and fumbling in his fingers before he got it in and he said a silent prayer before he turned it, the mechanism clicking shut. He would pause, pondering leaving it there but then withdrawing it and putting it on the table where his teacup still sat, largely untouched and filled with stone-cold liquid. He’d be hesitant in his return to the couch, chuckling self-consciously before he sat again and patted his lap, expression a little sheepish.