Interrogation Techniques (Finn/Stephen)
“And the one on his thigh?” Stephen asked as he was lazily stroking Finn’s naked chest, now and again dipping lower teasingly.
“Nah, that one’s not from an op,” Finn shook his head, lips curling into an amused smile at the memory. “We were at the pub with some of the lads. Completely wasted by that time if I recall. So this girl walks in and… well, you know Lyle. He spent the night in casualty, got her number, though,” Finn grinned but then furrowed his eyebrows. “Shouldn’t have told you.”
Stephen kissed Finn, trying to suppress a triumphant grin.