Re: Abigail and Finn
Finn chuckled softly, and wrapped both of his arms around her loosely. "I like you on top of me." He confessed. A little bit of a cheeky grin tugging at his lips.
He raised up just a little, and tugged his shirt up carefully, so she could see, even if it was by the dim lighting of the projected image on the screen. His scars didn't bother him too much. The smaller one did, only because the way he got it. And who'd given it. There was a little smattering of hair in the middle of his chest, which dwindled down to nothing more than a thin path that tucked into the top of his pants. "Your hands are really soft." Not that he hadn't noticed before, but it seemed a little more obvious now that she was touching his chest.