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Finn chuckled a little at her dry tone of voice, giving her hand a light squeeze. "Darling, if you don't like my dates, then you can plan out the next one. Besides, this wasn't the actual date, more like precursor." Another flash of teeth, another mischievous smile, and he was reaching up to brush back any loose strands of silver hair to tuck behind her ear, finger tips brushing against her cheek, brown eyes meeting blue.

She was really just so damn beautiful. Why did she have to make playing this game with her so difficult? Just a step forward, just a tilt of the head and a slight lean down.....

A blink of the eyes, and he was averting his gaze away from temptation, her hand still in his, with his thumb running in lazy circles across the back of it.

Fresh air might just clear his head a little bit. The fumes from the mixture were definitely getting to him now.

Another poke had him taking a shuffling step back, and his smile lifted again, and before he turned to pull her out of the room, he lifted her hand to deliver a light kiss to her knuckles, just a slight brush of warm lips. The towel as he tugged her towards the door, was tossed onto his bed. It made him inwardly cringe to do so, but he didn't want to take a moment just to fold it up right now. He'd have to just pick it up as soon as they got back.

"Hey, I'm not putting on a free show here, sunshine, especially if I'm not allowed free tastes." He paused by the door, glancing over his shoulder at her with an evil glimmer in his eyes. "Unless you are thinking about reconsidering....? Then we can discuss the possibility." Oh yes, bartering with his body. There was really no level Finn wouldn't stoop too to try and get a reaction from this one.

Pushing his way through the door, as long as Fini didn't pull her hand away he would keep it in his grip, and in fact would prefer if he could thread his fingers between hers. It was almost a possessive motion in nature, like he felt like she belonged to him without actually belonging to him at all, and with knowing that he had no further intentions with her beyond the teasing and the playing around. It was then not a long walk (past Fini's room, actually, not that Finn actually knew about it) to get to the lounge on their end of the building, and to the doors that led outside, into the hot sun that was already warming the island.

He was so glad he'd finally mostly gotten used to that heat, likely while he had been spending time helping to farm up by the greenhouse. Still shirtless, he closed his eyes and breathed in the outdoor air, letting the sun warm his skin, stretching, rolling his shoulders, inadvertently flexing again.

Wait, should they have put a plastic bag over his hair before coming out here? He couldn't even remember if that was one of the steps or not.

"Alright, pick a spot to sit down, sunshine." It wasn't exactly an order, not really, but more like he was giving permission.

Finn's smile twitched a little, on the verge of open laughter but not quite there. Shopping and girly things? Maybe she hadn't noticed that his wardrobe consisted of very expensive and well fitting things, and boots for days, but that wasn't exactly much of a threat, and in fact, Finn would likely have enjoyed that very much. Maybe he didn't quite consider it date caliber, but enjoyable nonetheless.

"I think with the right company, a lingerie store, and the promise of modeling during the selection process, as well as after, that could make for a pretty fantastic date, Sunshine."

With nothing more to add, he had moved on, but was gifted with another pleasant surprise from the live wire of a woman he had chosen to spend his day with. If she wanted a show, he would give her one. He was fairly shameless when it came to these things, and he let out a low chuckle.

"Okay then, darling, touche. One free show, though I think you're getting the better end of this deal." Nobody had ever called Finn humble, and he certainly behaved as though he considered himself superior to everyone in every way.

Though her little proposition did do the trick, and on the entire journey towards the doors that led outside, he had spent it by mentally coming up with dozens of situations and positions he would happily find himself in with this woman, much to Trynt's loudly protested dismay, only coming out of this silent reverie when they reached the outdoors.

Waiting patiently for her to make a choice, smirking at her words and moving, tugging her along to the spot indicated.

He then flopped down with a soft grunt, realizing a bit too late that his body was still just a little bit stiff and sore from whatever illness had befallen it, and probably falling off of his bed hadn't helped that along.

Regardless, when he went down he pulled her with him, wrapping his free arm around her legs and tugging downward in an attempt to settle her in his lap, juts as she had suggested.

Who was he to deny her that particular request, after all?

She really should have known better, considering how many other liberties they'd been taking with each other. If she resisted, he would have let her go, though he definitely would have been fairly disappointed. If it wasn't becoming quite obvious yet, despite his cold look, Finn did enjoy physical contact. Cuddles, hugs, a lazy stroke of fingers.....

....A few light kisses but so far those were all held in reserve for a certain sunshine.

With her settled oh so nicely in his lap, arms were instantly wound around her, entrapping her even further. If she took the time to look at his face, she would see a very smug look written across it. With one hand, he reached up to swipe her hair to the side to rest over her shoulder, if she would let him, mostly to keep it from getting in his face.

More about him? His smile grew. What should he tell her? The truth, of course, but how much of his past life did he truly wish to reveal.

"I don't have a favorite color." There, that was good enough, right? He waited for a moment, as though that was really all he was going to say, before letting out a small laugh, and continuing.

"I moved out of my mom's house when I was 17, after having enough credits to graduate high school. I used the money my dad left me, that my mom so graciously deposited in my account and at my disposal, to go to college. Agriculture, actually, but I dropped out after a few months."

Another pause while he thought a little more about what to say. "I was able to live comfortably in my own apartment for a time, until I decided I needed to work. Where I'm from, there are plenty of jobs for inexperienced workers in the oil field, and the pay is....rather spectacular, actually, as long as you don't mind the work being kind of terrible."

He began lightly brushing his fingers against any silver hair that was still left hanging near enough for him to touch, marveling silently at the shade before he continued on.

"I took a few easy courses, got myself all certified, and became an oilfield medic...just a non-college educated teen adult sitting in a truck all day giving out band aids and bandages to the idiots that didn't pay enough attention to their jobs, grossing around $7000.00 a month. It wasn't exactly fun, but I liked the money. A lot."

Another pause.

"I also had a beagle named Jake that lived in my apartment with me."

Fini's hair was, actually, quite enchanting for some reason. In fact, Finn may have been happy just sitting there playing with the loose strands for the rest of the day, if his behavior was giving any indication of that fact. "I said I don't have a favorite color, sunshine, not that I like them all. For example, I'm not particularly fond of dark orange." There Fini, you were learning more about him by the second.

If she had voiced any of her surprises, Finn might have reminded her that he wasn't actually getting down and dirty. He got to remain in a sterile and clean environment for the most part, endless 12 hour shifts of just sitting and waiting for the inevitable injury to come wandering over. It had been almost mindless, really, so considering how much he was getting paid to do it...it really only made sense at the time to do so.

"Hey, babies are cute, and I'm not a baby." He narrowed his eyes at her, and playfully swatted the pinching hand away. "And I really liked that dog. I sometimes wonder what might have happened to him..." Hopefully one of his friends had taken him, because otherwise the alternatives were that his mom had taken it, or he had gone to a shelter.

He didn't even want to think about it anymore, and was already beginning to regret bringing it up, not because he didn't want Fini to know but because it brought back memories, ones tied to emotion, and the last thing he needed was to feel mopey over some silly animal.

Not when he had such a gorgeous creature in his lap, anyways.

"You should let your hair down." He said, completely at random, offering her a winning smile. "And you should let me braid it for you, because I think it would look good."

So random.

He made a slightly amused humming noise at her theories about his favorite colors and gave his head a small shake as though to say "Nice try, but no, that's not really how it works". Though out loud he said, "I hear magenta is in this season." Obviously just as a joke about his own weapon's color, as well as the many belts he wore across his uniform on occasion, though so far nobody seemed to get that little character reference.

Oh well. Still looked cool as ******** either way.

To the baby comment, he found himself shaking his head yet more, his smirk wry as he answered her. "No, darling, I most definitely am not, and therefore, I am not "cute"."

Oh but her fingers against his cheek felt nice, as did the light kiss that came directly afterwards. He was almost expecting a bit of payback for earlier, but it didn't come, as she seemed to genuinely feel the need to attempt to cheer him up, or at least have him believe his former pet was happy, wherever he may be.

Truth be told...it actually helped to hear that, because it made him think that it might actually be true, to have somebody else affirm it. As she settled herself against him more, he shifted his hold on her to allow for it, quite enjoying the little outdoor cuddle they were having, even if it was not to be leading anywhere.

"Really." He affirmed to his question about her hair, leaning back a little as she pulled away from him. "Don't worry, I won't just tie it in knots or tangle it all up. I know what I'm doing, Sunshine." He waited patiently for her to accept his offer, and once it was loose, reached up to glide finger tips through it, appreciating it even more now that it was loose then when it was tied up. He quite liked long hair on women, as well as unique colors that weren't ridiculously over the top.

"You're going to have to move off of my lap a bit so I can do this, Sunshine." He leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

Finn's eyes narrowed a little, his lips pursing together. "All of my hair? No thinks, darling. We can see about maybe a few streaks if you think that would look hot on me." Probably not the answer she was expecting, but hey, once again, this was not the first time Finn had colored his hair, and it wasn't always the more natural tones that he went for, either.

Though he still thought green hair was just stupid. Jack was stupid. Who seriously dyed their hair the same color as snot?

When she tilted her head back to look at him, it was super tempting to give her a flick on the nose in return for the one she'd given him earlier. But he kept his hands to himself...or rather, kept them on other parts of her. "Sexy? Hot? Hell, Sunshine, I'll even take handsome I suppose." He voiced the very thoughts she'd had.

With a smirk still plastered on his face, he waited for her to move off of his lap, giving him room to really take in just how much hair she actually had to work with...which was quite a lot. It wasn't long at all before he was letting his fingers glide through it again, but this time to separate it into sections.

"French braid or just the normal kind, Sunshine?" He asked, while listening to what she had to say about her mom that used to braid her hair. There was really no love lost between Finn and his own adoptive mother when he had moved out on his own, and he hadn't spoken to her since that day. Pausing for a moment in his movements, partially to wait for her answer on what style she preferred, and partially to think a little bit, he finally spoke.

"I greatly prefer long hair on women. It's incredibly sexy." He said, rather shamelessly admitting what he had been thinking about earlier. "And the color is...interesting. Not bad, of course. Just different, and I like different."

What he was trying to say, Fini, was that he approved of what your parents had to say about your hair, and possibly hinting that you should keep it that way.

"Ah yes well while I am sure I would look ******** spectacular no matter the hair color, darling, I am a trend setter, not a follower." And he had seen both magenta and bubblegum pink floating around already. Gotta be more original then that, Fini. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, untangling it in an oddly gentle manner any time he came across a snag.

He let out another chuckle when she called him handsome, because that's not exactly what he'd been hoping to hear, but she gave some alternatives provided he prove himself first.

Oh, he would prove himself, Sunshine. He could earn those titles easily if he wanted to, and he wouldn't even be modest about it.

Already knowing which braid he thought would look better, the moment she gave him allowance to choose he began sectioning off her hair more appropriately for the braid he considered superior in looks, which was of course the one that was more intricate. He ran index fingers through her hair to gather up the top middle section of hair and split it into three and began, studying his own movements carefully to make sure he had everything in as equal parts as he began bringing more of her hair into the braid, slowly and with much calculation. Her movement, as she brought her knees up, was slightly irksome as he was now concentrating so hard, though her question earned her a pause in his movements, before he leaned forward to answer her by whispering in her ear, making sure to breathe along her neck as he did so.

"Maybe I just think you're cute."

Finn lingered near where he had whispered longer then he really meant to, tempted to release the hair he had woven between fingers, to reach forward, and tilt her head back. One kiss wouldn't hurt anything, would it? Her small reactions, the shiver, the breathy voice when she spoke, it was all nearly too enticing to ignore, but somehow he forced himself to lean back, frowning slightly with a small shake of his head. Too close, that had been too close and he needed to be more careful.

"You'll have to earn any other title, Sunshine." He threw her own words back at her, his face falling back into it's usual look, the smug smirk, the calculating gaze, and he set his hands back to work, nearing the point where he would be finished pulling in hair from each side, though there was still a fairly long way to go considering how lengthy her hair was.

"Won't be long now. Half way to the bottom." He gave her a quick update, fingers working more quickly now that he only had three sections to braid to the bottom.

< You're sure you don't like her....? >

Finn only rolled his eyes, not bothering to give the wyvern a response.

"Does your weapon give you attitude? Mine's such a b***h sometimes. Tell me it gets easier, and that I'll get used to it, because he's been driving me crazy since the day I got him."

Trynt growled at him in response, one that started with a huff of exasperation and ended in a hiss.