Y/n Griffin is the twin sister of Clarke Griffin and the youngest daughter of Abigail Griffin. Both were very protective of the youngest Griffin, even if Clarke and Y/n were twins. Unlike her sister, Y/n was slightly more quiet than Clarke. What hap...
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Y/n and Finn still found themselves in the secret bunker, laying on the floor with pillows underneath them and a blanket over top of them, covering their naked bodies. It had been about a few hours or so since they had left camp and came here, and secretly, neither of them wanted to leave the bunker.
Y/n was laying on her elbows, her stomach facing down as she examined Finn's face with a small smile, her hand softly caressing his hair. The Collins boy opens his eyes, his gaze meeting Y/n's where a smile immediately comes to his face upon seeing her. Slowly, he brings his hand to her back, caressing it.
"Hey." Finn greets quietly.
"Hi." Y/n whispers back. "It's almost dawn. We should probably get going. Can't just lie around in bed all day."
"Or we could just lie around in bed all day." Finn suggests jokingly.
Y/n smiles at his words before her face becomes serious. "Finn... You know that last night wasn't just about needing someone. I needed you. I wanted it to be you. You understand that, right?"
Finn nods. "Sure. And I should probably tell you that last night, for me, wasn't really about you." A frown comes to Y/n's face. "I just wanted to have my first Earth sex."
A smile immediately comes onto her face as she let's out a chuckle, burying her forehead on the pillows before looking back up at him. A smile laid on Finn's face as he watched her.
"You were around. Passably cute." Finn continues with a smile.
"Jackass." Y/n comments, climbing on his hips and straddling him.
The boy's hands go to her hips as their lips connect for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. The girl cups his cheeks as their lips move together in sync, tilting their heads to deepen the kiss. After a couple minutes, they found themselves getting themselves dressed, then leaving the bunker.
Finn held onto the girl's hand as they trekked their through the woods, soon making it to a hill, where Finn grabs a blanket from his bag, wrapping it around himself and Y/n as they both sit down, watching the sun rise slowly go up from beneath the clouds.
"It's so quiet." Y/n points out.
"Hey, where'd you get that shirt?" Finn suddenly asks, looking down at her shirt.
Y/n follows his gaze, looking down at the shirt she was wearing. "Oh. Well, there were more than just instruments in the bunker, Finn." Finn nods in reply with a smile. "We should share."
"If we brought the stuff back, then they'd know that we found someplace and where would we go next time someone pulls a Murphy and goes ballistic?" Finn questions.
