Finnick feels that sense of dignity, of respect, whether he has the words for it or not. It's something Finnick practices as well; in times when his appearance is under his own control, getting clean and being well-groomed is a point of pride for him, and a way to feel like he owns his body himself.
He smiles as Levi kisses his palm, a small and sheepish smile that's quite different from his usual confident grin, his blue eyes flashing at Levi's for a brief moment. He watches as Levi diligently wrings the cloth, twice or thrice as much as Finnick would think to, and that small smile stays put.
As Levi washes his back with the warm cloth, Finnick's eyes slip shut, his posture slouching forward in relaxation. His metal hand gently grips Levi's thigh to keep himself upright as he otherwise loses himself in the feeling. He hums softly, feeling sleepy. Feeling safe is rare, even with another person- after all, he was always taught he could truly trust no one, as even your closest allies will turn on you in the arena if it means their survival. But Levi is one of the most steadfast and trustworthy people he knows. It isn't hard to feel safe with him, even after a dragon-chomping.
It's sweet, to see that more vulnerable side peek out. It tempers Finnick's seemingly easy confidence, and perhaps to a degree Levi is still a little surprised when it shows through so earnestly, after how much he's endured. Yet he recognizes that trust well enough, especially as he feels Finnick grow heavier against him as though he's beginning to doze.
Finishing his back, he scrunches gently at those curls to get his attention, muttering at him to not fall asleep just yet, and over the next few minutes finishes giving him a through sponge bath, washing legs and feet before thoroughly rinsing the cloth again and offering Finnick the task to clean his own genitals (if it was Erwin, he would just do it, but he's hardly going to make the same assumption that Finnick wouldn't mind on something like this. But if left to him, it's a distinctly non-sexual thing, though still handled carefully).
Finally finished, Levi rinses and washes out the cloth again, washes his own hands, and then bustles about finding Finnick some clean clothes and helping him into them. He'll settle him into a more comfortable spot while he likewise strips off the dirty bedsheets and puts new ones in place. Only then does he allow Finnick back into the bed, getting him settled once again. After another couple minutes of tidying, Levi comes back to sit close.
There was a time when Finnick was far more guarded, but in the year leading up to his death in Panem, he was shown the importance of relying on others. Both in the sense that people need to cooperate to achieve a common goal, and in the sense that people need each other to survive, to stay sane. For people like Finnick and Levi, who have been through hell and back, that goes double.
He does begin to doze, but the pull of his hair rouses him somewhat, and he tries his best to stay awake as Levi continues to work. If keeping his eyes open and washing his own dick are the only jobs he has while Levi does everything else, he's not going to complain. Frankly, he feels spoiled.
Finally being clean, and being put into clean clothes and clean bedsheets by careful hands, feels amazing. He starts to doze again in the bed, but then Levi sits by him, and Finnick blinks his eyes open as he speaks. He smiles at those words.
"I feel way less like shit. I feel like a new man. Thank you. I--" love you. "... Thank you, Levi."
Still, a wash and fresh linens don't erase the clear exhaustion from his eyes. As much as he would be happy to stay, it'd probably be better to clear off.
"Should let you sleep, that healing is gonna knock you out for a bit." Levi's starting to feel it, too, after pouring so much energy into him and then all of his bustling about just now. He starts tucking the sheets around Finnick a little more.
His tone is sweet, not so hard and grim as it usually is, and it makes Finnick smile softly.
At the question, he opens his mouth, then closes it again, trying to decide if the request is worth making.
"... If you have things to do, don't let me keep you, but... I'd like it if you stayed and laid with me for a little while."
He feels bad to ask anything more of Levi when he's already done so much. The ask feels oddly terrifying to make, especially in his vulnerable state. But perhaps Levi needs some rest too- he doesn't seem to sleep much.
He doesn't sleep much, but that's been true for most of his life.
In spite of everything, the request still surprises him a little. It's just a brief moment of faint confusion before his expression softens again, and he swallows a bit.
"No, I don't have anything else right now."
There's a somewhat awkward pause before Levi gets off the bed and goes over to help himself to one of Finnick's clean shirts before methodically stripping out of his shirt and pants - no outside clothes in the bed he just cleaned, after all, especially since he'd also just helped Finnick wash in them.
Finnick will just have to enjoy his bare legs, since any sleeping pants or whatever he might possibly own would be too big anyway. So after neatly folding his own clothing, Levi will finally, carefully, slide in under the blankets in next to him.
Levi seems to agree to stay, and it's a relief. He watches with slight confusion as Levi changes. While it's certainly normal to wear more comfortable clothing to bed, the act of wearing Finnick's shirt with no pants seems overly familiar for someone like Levi to do at this point in a relationship. The fact that he's doing it for cleanliness reasons is lost on Finnick. Either way, it's not like he minds. He grins as Levi climbs into bed, both because he's very cute dressed like this, and because Finnick is delighted to share a bed with him. He scooches himself as close as he can.
"Just one more thing, sorry," he murmurs. He lifts his metal arm up from under the blankets, toward Levi.
"Will you take this off for me? There's a button there to release."
It'll be hard to get back on himself later, but he'll either ask Levi or Night Sky to help him. For now, he wants to be comfortable.
Well, he had brought other clothes, because injuries are messy and he anticipated getting them dirty, but they're not suitable for sleeping. They've also spent time naked in a hot spring together, has napped against Finnick on the beach in plain view of everyone. It's not all that much of a stretch.
This time, Levi arranges himself so Finnick can rest against him, if it's comfortable. He doesn't even blink or comment at the request, but carefully feels for the button and twists to find a safe spot to carefully lay the arm.
As they finally settle, fingers find their way into those blonde curls again, idly combing through.
It's just so boyfriend, okay!!!!! And that deeply pleases Finnick.
He sighs with relief as the arm is released and pulled off. With that discomfort out of the way, he rolls on his side to face Levi, draping his real arm over him.
"Thank you. Good night," he murmurs, kissing Levi's forehead and closing his eyes, settling in.
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He smiles as Levi kisses his palm, a small and sheepish smile that's quite different from his usual confident grin, his blue eyes flashing at Levi's for a brief moment. He watches as Levi diligently wrings the cloth, twice or thrice as much as Finnick would think to, and that small smile stays put.
As Levi washes his back with the warm cloth, Finnick's eyes slip shut, his posture slouching forward in relaxation. His metal hand gently grips Levi's thigh to keep himself upright as he otherwise loses himself in the feeling. He hums softly, feeling sleepy. Feeling safe is rare, even with another person- after all, he was always taught he could truly trust no one, as even your closest allies will turn on you in the arena if it means their survival. But Levi is one of the most steadfast and trustworthy people he knows. It isn't hard to feel safe with him, even after a dragon-chomping.
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Finishing his back, he scrunches gently at those curls to get his attention, muttering at him to not fall asleep just yet, and over the next few minutes finishes giving him a through sponge bath, washing legs and feet before thoroughly rinsing the cloth again and offering Finnick the task to clean his own genitals (if it was Erwin, he would just do it, but he's hardly going to make the same assumption that Finnick wouldn't mind on something like this. But if left to him, it's a distinctly non-sexual thing, though still handled carefully).
Finally finished, Levi rinses and washes out the cloth again, washes his own hands, and then bustles about finding Finnick some clean clothes and helping him into them. He'll settle him into a more comfortable spot while he likewise strips off the dirty bedsheets and puts new ones in place. Only then does he allow Finnick back into the bed, getting him settled once again. After another couple minutes of tidying, Levi comes back to sit close.
"There. Now you look less like shit."
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He does begin to doze, but the pull of his hair rouses him somewhat, and he tries his best to stay awake as Levi continues to work. If keeping his eyes open and washing his own dick are the only jobs he has while Levi does everything else, he's not going to complain. Frankly, he feels spoiled.
Finally being clean, and being put into clean clothes and clean bedsheets by careful hands, feels amazing. He starts to doze again in the bed, but then Levi sits by him, and Finnick blinks his eyes open as he speaks. He smiles at those words.
"I feel way less like shit. I feel like a new man. Thank you. I--" love you. "... Thank you, Levi."
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Still, a wash and fresh linens don't erase the clear exhaustion from his eyes. As much as he would be happy to stay, it'd probably be better to clear off.
"Should let you sleep, that healing is gonna knock you out for a bit." Levi's starting to feel it, too, after pouring so much energy into him and then all of his bustling about just now. He starts tucking the sheets around Finnick a little more.
"Need anything else?"
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At the question, he opens his mouth, then closes it again, trying to decide if the request is worth making.
"... If you have things to do, don't let me keep you, but... I'd like it if you stayed and laid with me for a little while."
He feels bad to ask anything more of Levi when he's already done so much. The ask feels oddly terrifying to make, especially in his vulnerable state. But perhaps Levi needs some rest too- he doesn't seem to sleep much.
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In spite of everything, the request still surprises him a little. It's just a brief moment of faint confusion before his expression softens again, and he swallows a bit.
"No, I don't have anything else right now."
There's a somewhat awkward pause before Levi gets off the bed and goes over to help himself to one of Finnick's clean shirts before methodically stripping out of his shirt and pants - no outside clothes in the bed he just cleaned, after all, especially since he'd also just helped Finnick wash in them.
Finnick will just have to enjoy his bare legs, since any sleeping pants or whatever he might possibly own would be too big anyway. So after neatly folding his own clothing, Levi will finally, carefully, slide in under the blankets in next to him.
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"Just one more thing, sorry," he murmurs. He lifts his metal arm up from under the blankets, toward Levi.
"Will you take this off for me? There's a button there to release."
It'll be hard to get back on himself later, but he'll either ask Levi or Night Sky to help him. For now, he wants to be comfortable.
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This time, Levi arranges himself so Finnick can rest against him, if it's comfortable. He doesn't even blink or comment at the request, but carefully feels for the button and twists to find a safe spot to carefully lay the arm.
As they finally settle, fingers find their way into those blonde curls again, idly combing through.
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He sighs with relief as the arm is released and pulled off. With that discomfort out of the way, he rolls on his side to face Levi, draping his real arm over him.
"Thank you. Good night," he murmurs, kissing Levi's forehead and closing his eyes, settling in.
In under a minute, he's out like a light.