it took another week, but violet was finally coming around.
she still hadn't been to work, it had been over a month and she was sure that she would be fired when she came back.
finn hadn't told her that he submitted her things behind her back. and in order for her to not know, he wasn't able to let her know that her position was covered for as long as she needed it.
he hated to stress her out like that, he hated standing by and watching. but it was to help maintain their healthy relationship. arguing with her was his biggest fear since getting back together.
that next friday morning rolled around. for the past days violet had slept in while finn got up to head to work. she would shower once awake, doing her chores. when she finished what needed to be done, she'd relax; but in the living room in replace of the bedroom she had spent weeks in.
silently, she would sit on the couch. teaching herself new things to her unplugged guitar, staring at the painting hanging to the wall for what felt like hours.
so, much like normal, finn got up that friday morning early for work. outside the window, the air was dark and cold. snowflakes feathering to the ground in a dance, the bustling city below disturbing their peaceful landing.
he shuts his alarm off, sitting up on his side of the bed. his hands rubs the sleep away from his eyes, staring at the many emails across his phone screen.
behind him, finn feels violets body stir around. and softly, the touch of her arm wrapping around his chest; her body sitting up to rest to his back.
"you're up early." his morning voice rings through the quiet of the room.
"i'm sorry i woke you."
"you didn't." she hushes, gently placing a kiss to his shoulder blade.
"what are your plans for today?"
"i think i want to get out of the apartment for a while. maybe visit the river."
"you're feeling better?" finn smiles gently to himself.
"i guess i am, yeah."
"well, you don't want to go to the river." he stares to his phone, scrolling through messages as he talks to her in the dark room.
"looks more like a sewer stream from the pollution."
"i just need to get out of the house, its been so long."
"you can come to work with me today if you'd like? the others miss you a lot."
"i don't want to be in the way."
"you wont." he holds onto her hand that rests to his chest.
"its a laid back day anyway, we're in the process of coming up with a new set for our shows."
she hums to herself, kissing his cheek gently.
"i'll go take a shower then."
"not a chance, i was on my way!"
he stands, pushing her back as she tried to scramble over him off the bed. the two laugh as they wrestle around to get there first. violet hitting her hand against the wall in the dark as she tries to find the door knob to their bedroom.
eventually, finn makes it there first. shoving the bathroom door shut in violets face in childish laughter.
"thats not fair!" she groans against the door,
"my showers take so much longer than yours!"
"exactly." he calls to her,
"i'll be out in like ten minutes, go back to sleep."
"open the door!"
almost immediately, he opens the door. a smirk layered to his lips.
"as you wish."
she looks to him, arms crossed.
"you're such a child."
he laughs at the irony of her statement, grabbing her body and pulling it into the bathroom with him. he shuts the door behind her.
"you know, i think theres a lot of things we let slip our minds." finn turns on the shower, hot water hitting the tiled surface.
"such as?" her eyebrow raises as his attention approaches her.
lightly, finns fingertips graze her skin beneath her tshirt. it had been so long since he felt her touch, weeks, a month. he was going crazy.
"like that we're adults."
"and?"
"and, only having one shower doesn't slow adults down."
in an instant, her shirt is pulled from her body and dropped to the ground. her gaze falls to the red band shirt, back up to finn. confused as to how he managed to do so with little to her knowledge.
"oh, you think so." her eyebrow raises rhetorically.
"c'mon." he whispers to her ear, his lips trailing kisses down her neck lovingly.
"don't act like you don't want to."
her fingers fumble with the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it up gently with the touch of her warm hands to his torso.
her eyes land to his lips, unable to tear away until her very own meets his.
"believe me, i wont."
~*~
"sorry i'm late."
finn huffs through the door of the warm room, violet following behind with a coffee mug in her hand. hair still damp from the chaotic morning of running around.
"violet!" ayla stands from a beanbag, engulfing her tightly in her hold.
"nice to see you too." finn mumbles, setting his things down to take aylas spot.
"please, i just saw you yesterday." her eyes roll, sitting on top of finn in hopes that he'd move. he didn't.
gently, violet sits to the carpet laid to the floor. surrounded by the others who took up all remaining sitting areas. violet didnt mind, her laptop sitting in front of her closed as she conversed with the others.
"you better get up finn, my butt only gets bonier the longer i sit." ayla threatens, sticking her finger in his face.
"this is my beanbag chair."
"too bad you were late and i got there first."
finally, finn gets up; sitting down next to violet on the floor.
"that was my fault." violet shrugs,
"i was late coming from the shower."
finn snorts. his laughter coming to an abrupt stop as he's nudged by violets elbow.
"little finnegan couldn't keep it in his pants for a few more hours." jack jokes, tossing a hacky sack to the air, catching it again.
"you know, why you gotta call me out like that every time? huh?" he tosses a pencil at jack, turning his attention over violets shoulder to watch what she was doing on her laptop.
"okay guys we have to get started. theres a lot of things we have to cover-"
aylas voice fades in violets head. tuning her out as she talks to the others, although finn wasn't paying much of any attention either.
for he watches as her eyes skim over an unopened email from days ago. an email titled;
fashion line submission accepted
violet points it out quietly with the touch of her finger to the computer screen. pushing his attention to where she was directing towards; finns heart flutters in excitement and hope.
her eyebrows furrow, a smile planted to her lips as violet looks to him.
silently, he wraps his arm around her; friction produced as he rubs her arm with a smile. a proud smile.
he listens to ayla talk. violet still reading over the email in its entirety, her excitement was radiating, confusion as well. she knew she didnt submit it.
and she knew finn did. not before that moment, but she began to connect it.
violet wasn't mad like finn had worried for, she was grateful.
for every time she felt as if everything was wrong;
he was there to make it right again.
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