Page 38 of Finn's Solace

"Wow, it's a downpour," I said as the rain picked up speed, and Finn huffed.

"It's just Raiden being Raiden. Come on," Finn said, then stepped out of the car right into the rain. He tapped the glass when I didn't move, and I sighed before following suit.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped out as I was drenched in moments, and Finn laughed as he took my hand and raced up the path and onto my small porch.

We shook ourselves like dogs as I dug through my jacket pocket for my keys.

"I hope my phone survives that," I said just as Finn pulled his phone out of his pocket. His phone that was in a Ziplock bag.

"Oops," he mumbled as he glanced from his phone to me. "I've lost two phones to untimely rain, so I started doing this whenever I go out. You'll get the hang of it."

"After I've ruined a few phones, you mean? Or you could've just warned a guy."

Finn snorted. "I apologize. Try putting it in some rice. That works sometimes."

I nodded as I opened the door, and Finn stepped inside, but didn't go past the entrance.

"I don't want to get your floors wet," he explained when I raised a brow at him, and I smiled.

"Well, unless you're up for getting naked right here, one of us is going to have to go in to grab some towels, so it might as well..." I trailed off as my throat dried up at the sight of Finn's bare torso, glistening with a layer of water. He'd startedundressing even before I'd finished speaking, and soon stood before me in his underwear.

"Do you want me to grab you a towel?" he asked, breaking me out of my stupor, and I shook my head, then quickly divested myself of my clothes, enjoying the way Finn's eyes roamed over me.

Once I was done, I stashed our clothes in a pile to grab later, then took Finn's hand and led him to the bathroom. As supes, it would usually be impossible to get sick from being cold, but with the whole 'constant bloodletting' in our younger days, our immunity wasn't quite as strong as a normal supe's. At least, mine didn't tend to be, and since Finn had been younger than me, I imagined it was the same for him.

"Wanna grab a hot shower while I get you some clothes?" I asked, and Finn nodded as a tremor washed through him. I felt a little cold myself, so as he disappeared into the shower, I turned up the thermostat.

Greta appeared from wherever she'd been napping, and chirped happily when she spotted me.

"Hey, Finn's here too," I told her, and she hurried over to the shower before returning to me, as if confirming what I'd told her. "Wow, the trust is real." I shook my head, and she gave me a beady-eyed look.

Digging through my closet, I found some sweatpants with a drawstring, and a soft t-shirt. The pants would probably be a little short and loose, and the t-shirt a bit big, but I couldn't deny I was looking forward to seeing him in my clothes.

"Hey," Finn said, and I glanced up to find him standing in the bathroom doorway with nothing but a towel on. And his glasses, of course. He was never without them.

Oof, he was going to kill me.

"Hey, I got you some clothes," I said, waving at the bed, then grabbed a set for myself before hurrying into the bathroom. I couldn't help myself from giving Finn a kiss first, though, and I really had to fight myself to not take it further.

Once I was under the warm shower, I glared down at my half-hard cock and shook my head at it. I'd already told myself I'd let Finn set the pace with us because I'd been all-in from the beginning, and I knew Finn needed more time.

Finishing up quickly, I dried off and pulled on my clothes before returning to the bedroom, where Finn was sitting on the edge of my bed with Greta in his lap, who was smacking her lips, which meant she was happy and ready for a nap. On my mate's lap.

I wanted to nap on my mate's lap. But first I wanted to do other things there.

Shaking my head, I closed the bathroom door behind me and made my way to Finn.

He smiled when he saw me, then glanced down at his t-shirt.

"I can't help feeling this was an intentional choice. Was it?"

I gave the t-shirt a second look, unsure what he was referring to. It was a black t-shirt, and a little big on him, like I'd expected. Then I saw the graphic on it, and snorted.

"Not intentional, but I wish it had been," I said with a grin, making him roll his eyes.

It was one of my pun t-shirts, with a lemon on the front along with the text 'You're my main squeeze.'

"It suits you. You should keep it," I teased, making him laugh.

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