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"That and more, Sunshine." Was his response to the warm and cozy comment. A few more description words could have been used, however, like, "Satisfied, gratified, and lets not forget." He paused for a moment, body shuddering slightly as her fingers continued to play along his skin, goosebumps breaking out across his shoulders, down his arms and back. "Completely and utterly spent, worn out, and ultimately exhausted." He finished, grinning, and wondering at how he had possibly held out for so long against this woman when giving in sooner could have led to results like these sooner.

Like kissing. He really enjoyed the kissing, even if he could barely keep his eyes open, though he could feel his brain slowly shaking off the fog, rebooting in increments so that if he didn't choose to fall asleep soon well...then it likely wasn't going to happen at all. Whatever she was doing was having quite the opposite effect of putting him back into a slumber, and making him believe that later could actually come a lot sooner.

He was more then ready to resume more kissing when she suddenly began wiggling away from him so that she could sit up, his eyes rolling up towards her with a frown, and then that turned into a smirk when she actually lifted the blanket to cover herself because what the hell could she possibly hide that he hadn't gotten a full view of the night before?

The smirk quickly faded, however, and there was a small sound of protest that escaped his throat as she pushed him down flat into the bed, though he had a small inkling of what she might be up to now, and especially once she had his back all exposed, the sheets pulled down past the waist band of his pj bottoms, revealing a lithely muscled back that he may or may not have flexed the muscles in slightly by tensing them once he knew she was looking.

And then suddenly, hands at the back of his neck, fingers working into tight muscles, relaxing them bit by bit before working down towards his shoulders. He let out a low moan of approval, eye's closing, arms curling underneath the pillow that his face lay pressed against.

When she spoke, her words were hushed, just a murmur that he almost had to strain to hear, but had to laugh at once he realized what she was saying. Was she..negotiating with him to get him to sleep longer? Well, it was hard to argue against her, especially when what she was doing felt so damn good he wasn't sure he could even speak intelligible sentences if he tried.

And so, instead, he let out a low hum, and shrugged his shoulders as though to say 'I'll try but I make no promises.'.

And then he simply closed his eyes and tried to relax, while at the same time reveling in the feel of hands that gave gentle but firm reminder of their position on his body as they worked at every muscle in his back.

He'd made a good choice picking this one.

The mention of aching body parts had Finn's drowsy brain finally coming to the realization that she probably wasn't in top notch condition after that long, all day tournament that had her knocked around and hit repeatedly on just about every part of her body. He told himself to remember that for when he woke up again, because indeed he could feel the sweet sense of sleep pulling him under, and he welcomed it, never knowing when his brain would let him have any again. His body relaxed more and more under her working hands, so that by the time she got to his lower back, he had managed to doze back off, the temptation to do so too strong to ignore, even had he wanted to ignore it.

For the first time since arriving at Deus, he felt...almost calm. He hadn't exactly been the best sleeper before signing his life away to a duty of fighting shadows and monsters, but he had at least been able to get 5 hours of unbroken sleep on most nights. Now he was lucky to get a broken nights worth of that amount.

He didn't want to describe how he felt as safe though. He just didn't think it was possible to ever feel that way, no matter the circumstances.

He remained asleep for quite some time, not even stirring when Fini finished massaging him, though at some point he could recall waking up just enough to throw an arm around her and haul her in close, arm locking around her middle until he was able to relax once more, at which time she could have probably easily slipped away.

And then, finally, after a couple of hours had passed, he began to stir. Not jolting awake as he usually did, but waking up just enough to a faded scent of cherries that was now linked to memory of the night he'd just had with a certain sun hunter, recalling in his mind very vividly every single detail, that his eyes blinked open, narrowed, half lidded really, expecting her to still be where he last remembered her being, feeling for once in the last few months to actually be...well rested, like the sleep he had been put in was deep enough to make up for the restless night.

Where he was expecting there to be a Fini, there wasn't, the absence of warmth from another human body as well as soft skin beneath his fingers becoming apparent quite quickly. He wasn't quite sure at first what to think of that, his brain still a bit fuzzy as he tried to remember what she had said when she had first begun his massage, something about a deal, about him getting some more sleep and then maybe they could get something to eat and.....

...And see about what to do with the rest of the day, which he had already pretty much decided was code for more of what they did last night. But she was gone, which twisted something deep in his stomach, something that left him with rising agitation, sleepy yet still cold eyes narrowing as he rolled onto his back, then to his other side to see if she might just be somewhere else in the room, by the window perhaps.

Nope.

"Well son of a b***h." He muttered.

He gritted his teeth then, frowning, but not wanting to assume she had just taken off for no good reason. Still, would it have killed her to wait until he was awake? Annoyed, he sat up in his bed, kicking away the blanket and sheets that had tangled up in his legs from all of his rolling around.

< All things considered, you seem to be in an awful mood this morning. Or is it afternoon now? > The dryness in Trynt's tone was impossible to ignore, and Finn didn't bother thinking his response.

"Shut up, a*****e."He grumbled, raising a hand to stifle a long yawn as he stretched his arms above his head and arched his back, noticing for the first time really that he had a few pains of his own, though nothing serious or really worth dwelling on, though the most interesting of these was the residual feeling of nails clawing into his back, though that might have just been his imagination replaying the night before once again since his Fear shield had likely long since taken away that sweet pain.

Scooting himself to the edge of the bed, he rubbed a hand over his face a few times then back through his hair, yawning yet again, jaw practically creaking, his feet easing to the floor.

Rocking forward and to his feet with a small grunt, he scratched at his ribs as he shuffled his way across the floor, straight to his dresser drawer that was still partially ajar, hand dipping in to fish out the pack of cigarettes he had thrown back into it earlier, and coming up with one that only had five left.

With a sigh, he popped it open, pulling one out to stick in his mouth while he then went on a search for a lighter. Hadn't he set one on top of the dresser......? Ah, there it was!

It wasn't long before he had his cancer stick lit and while inhaling deeply on that first long, sweet drag of the morning, he made his way towards the window to push it open, staring outside with a chilling gaze, his hair all a tousled up yellow-blonde mess, piercings glinting in the sunlight (and not just the ones in his ears).

Trynt remained, blessedly, silent as Finn stood at the window, completely oblivious to the fact that Fini was indeed still in the room with him. He'd sort of...forgotten about her clothes situation, and hadn't actually noticed anything lying on the floor in his haste to get some nicotine in his system. Already he could feel himself getting slightly light headed, just the smallest of buzzes to prove that he had been cutting back so much that his body no longer accepted it so readily. It was enough to make him lean forward on the window sill as he exhaled eyes closing as a small headache he'd had upon awakening eased away.

He rested his forehead against the panes of glass, enjoying the coolness of it in a room that had gotten suddenly hot now that the sun was blazing high in the sky, cigarette held between two fingers, palms of his hands pressed against the windows small ledge.

He was just straightening up for another inhale when there was a rustling of sound that caught his attention, and he was just about to turn to see what it was when something collided with the back of his head, not hard, but enough to startle him into shouting a curse, whirling on his heel, a flare of anger in normally emotionless eyes, quickly fading away when he saw who it was, who he had already known it would be but had been angry about it anyways.

A deadpan look was what she would receive after that little maneuver, and if he hadn't had a cigarette to finish smoking he might have stalked over towards her and taught her a thing or two about why it was a bad idea to throw things at the back of his head. Placing the cigarette to his lips for one long, long drag before turning his head to slowly exhale towards the window, he crossed arms over his chest and appraised her silently for what might have felt like an unnecessarily stretched out period of time.

"And just where have you been hiding, Sunshine?" He asked, deciding against some of the snarkier remarks he'd had in his head, as well as against replying directly to her question. Turning, he took one last quick drag then flicked the cherry off of the end of his cigarette, out the window, leaving half a cigarette for later on in the day. Reaching over towards his dresser, he placed it carefully on top.

And with that out of the way, he bent down to retrieve the pillow that Fini had thrown at him, casually, as though only intending on picking it up simply to get it off of his floor where it obviously did not belong in his usually too tidy bedroom.

Only then he straightened up quickly and whipped it through the air back at her, hoping to take her by surprise before two quick strides had him back to the bedside (small room was small), and flopping down next to her he attempted to throw arms around her to tackle her to the bed, hoping to be able to pin her there.

Finn had quite enjoyed just looking at her from his place next to the window before he had moved in to pin her down on the bed, even if it hadn't shown on his face at the time. His anger at her having been hidden in his room that entire time, and for throwing something at him, faded until it was nearly gone, leaving him with nothing but appreciation for the damn fine looking woman perched on his bed, with a blanket no longer hiding all from the eyes.

He had smiled back at her, then, though a lot of that had been a part of his ruse to catch her off guard. He wanted to teach her a lesson but...only a repayment in kind, rather then adding on his usual rule of tenfold. No matter how tempting it might have been, there was no reason to let things get out of hand. He knew he had the capacity to take things too far, and he was reigning in on that early, to ensure that things didn't get to that point.

So yes, a thrown pillow, and a successful attempt at pinning her down, though from there he hadn't exactly formulated much more of a plan. Something niggled at the back of his head, however, something he told himself to remember before falling asleep, and that memory rose to the surface at that moment, summoned, and he recalled the fact that she was apparently quite sore from the competition the day before.

He didn't move off of her, however. She'd had that tackle coming. Instead his hands groped to find her wrists, to wrap around them and make sure she was securely held, her dirty look answered with a return smirk before he leaned in for a quick kiss...which might have been a dangerous thing to do, if she chose to pull a fast move on him just then.

Pulling away but still holding on, he murmured. "Well, now what am I going to do with you, hrm?" His smirk grew slightly, and then faded as he slowly let his eyes drift over her entire body as it was now, mostly uncovered, taking in more then just her incredibly sexy curves. Eyes flickered over bruises, some worse then others, area's where she had been hit or stabbed or slapped with the edge of a weapon, he was sure. He frowned slightly as he fully began to realize just how beat up she must have gotten, though she'd never let it show.

She should have told him something. He might have been...well, more gentle, at the very least.

"Sunshine, you are a mess." He finally said, eyes going back to hers, still frowning, now for the first time noticing the bruise on her forehead as well. He shifted a little, releasing his hold on her as he brought a hand up to smooth away the strands of her hair that might have fallen over her face in their little tussle.

He then leaned in to deliver a soft kiss to the bruise on her forehead, just a bare brushing of lips, before he let his face move back down, placing two light kisses upon her cheek as well, turning his head slightly afterwards to whisper in her ear. "How does that feel, darling? Should I kiss every part of you until you're all better?"

This was a bit of a 180 from the man who moments before had been thinking about revenge. Maybe he did have a sweet side after all.

There was a soft hiss of pain when a certain piercing ended up getting pulled on, but the sound ended in a low chuckle, as he fought the urge to reach for the abused area and shield it, or check on it because damnit Fini. He continued to smirk at her, eyes narrowing at her dangerously. "Strike two, Darling. I'm trying to behave here, but I'm going to stop trying pretty damn soon if you keep it up." It was quite possible that he was egging her on by saying as such, especially with so much amusement laced in his voice.

But he was being nice, that much was the truth, and a lot nicer then he'd been for the majority of people, women, yes even past girlfriends included. He was taking this..whatever it was, seriously, or at least trying to. That was still something he guessed they needed to talk about as well, as he had no idea where she actually stood when it came to relationships.

And in that case, and preparing for the worst, he decided he'd better enjoy every last moment that he could, just on the off chance that this was as good as it was going to get.

As far as potential one night stands went, however, this was by far the best he'd ever had. Just sayin.

Back to the task at hand. Even while she gave him an answer, he was barely listening, already moving down her neck with more light kisses, until he reached her collarbone and stopped, the feel of her hands along his arms drawing him up to place another kiss on her lips instead, a kiss that he smiled into, before pulling away.

"Well then I'm going to need you to show me just where these places are, and I'll see what I can do to help you." Another devious smirk, and another quick kiss.

They really were never going to get out of this bed to get breakfast...lunch...whatever, at this point.

Food really was just set on the back burner of his mind, at the moment. The thought of any more canned, processed crap or bland MRE meals wasn't exactly as enticing as what he had going on here, with a delicious meal already set out for him on his bed in the form of Fini. The half of cigarette, while a fleeting thing, had taken the edge off of his hunger anyways

"A threat? Maybe. Definitely a promise, Sunshine." He replied with a murmur, giving the words just the slightest of edges despite the quiet tone, so that she knew he was serious.

Not that she seemed to give a damn, considering the way she was now gliding one smooth leg along his own. He just grinned down at her, eyes as cold as always, as he waited for her to respond to his small demand.

She released his shoulder and began to show him where each bruise, each sore spot on her body lay, and he followed the movement, eyes honing in on each darkened area of skin. Of course, she only seemed to be pointing out the worst of them, the most obvious, and when his gaze moved along with her hand, back to her lips, he grinned yet more.

"All right, darling." He leaned in to give her yet another light kiss on the lips, before attending to each area she had already pointed out. Even as he placed light kisses on the bruise along her shoulder, one of his hands trailed down to her side, lightly tickling against the worst of her bruises, fingers brushing over it lightly, gently, before deciding her shoulder had seen enough care and moved down towards the one that required the most attention.

Eye level with the mottled, dark, and quite large bruise, he stopped for a moment to ask. "Have you taken anything for this, yet? Any anti-pain medication?" Because it looked...bad. He'd seen worse, of course, but it was surprisingly bad considering their Fear shields. How many times had she taken a hit to that particular spot. "Were you trying to block hits with your body or something." His fingers trailed over the area yet more, and he leaned in for just one, single, gentle kiss right at it's center, before moving back up, resting his chin on her stomach for a moment before laying a kiss there as well and moving back up to her mouth, hand moving to curl around the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. His free hand was trailing down her side again.

"Are you sure about going to get that bite to eat, Sunshine? I think I have all I need right here." He kissed her again, then, with more passion then the light ones he'd been gifting her with before, with that same hunger he had the night before.

The little pose, the brush of her leg against his. He was onto her, and knew what she wanted, and as it turned out, it was exactly what he wanted at that moment as well. Didn't mean he wasn't going to tease her a little bit first, which was what all the kissing had been about, and the question about the food.

But her fingers through his hair threatened to derail him from his course. She seemed to like to play with his hair and he liked letting her do so, enjoying the feeling, but also hoping she got it out of her system now because once it was styled for the day that was a no go zone. Well, unless they were back in his room where he could fix it again, of course.

It was good to hear that she was taking care of herself, at least, before he had moved back up to her lips, body pressed against hers, propped up only barely by the elbow of the arm curled behind her neck, where his fingers massaged into the back of her head. While the kiss was long and hungry, he wanted to turn it into something a little more, and likely would have, if not for the feel of her lips twitching up into a smile, which was a surprise, and perhaps his only warning of what was to come next. <******** hell, woman.

As soon as she bit him, the fingers that he had been trailing along her side curled and pressed into bruised skin, while at the same time the hand at the back of her head closed into a fist, pulling on her hair, not hard, but enough he was sure to get her attention. He had no idea what her position was when it came to adding a bit of pain, but considering the nails in his back, the piercing twist earlier, and now this, he was going to give back as good as he was receiving, and then some.

He hoped she was ready for this because now, in his opinion, she completely had it coming, giving him an opening to not hold back any longer, because oh yes, he definitely had been before.

This was pretty much her last chance to change her mind and back down.