Writing Class

A half hour later, Miranda is sitting down next to Finn on a couch, effectively not being spoken to. It’s bizarre. Finn’s parents are arguing over some party that they weren’t invited too, all while Finn is making a tiny hat with a cocktail napkin.

Finn had introduced her to everyone, his father just nodded his head in a greeting and his mother said how lovely it was to meet her.

“So I told Judy all about what happened and she was just mortified,” Nora tells her husband, who nods his head in response.

“Finley, what is that you’re wearing?” Nora asks, breaking Finn’s concentration, lifting a wine glass to her red lips.

“It’s a shirt mother,” he answers with a smile, tossing his napkin on the table.

“It would have been polite if you had worn something nice, Miranda is dressed nicely,” she adds, motioning towards Miranda.

“Against my advice too,” Finn says cheekily.

“So Miranda, how did you meet our Finley?” Nora asks curiously, ignoring her son. Miranda glances up slightly surprised by the question, but not knowing why she’s surprised.

“At school. We both took a writing class and met through that,” Miranda says.

“Are you also an aspiring writer?” Nora asks kindly.

“Not really. I like writing. But I’m not that good,” Miranda glances at Finn and adds, “Not like Finn anyway.”

Nora smiles, but doesn’t say anything in response. Miranda has no idea where she stands with Finn’s parents. Nora just seems so disconnected and while her voice is kind, she just doesn’t seem to care much. Miranda glances over at Finn, wondering when he’s planning on telling his parents about the workshop.

“What are you studying for?” Nora asks, folding her manicured hands on her lap.

“Oh, I’m not really sure yet. I haven’t decided,” Miranda answers truthfully. She thought about lying, but decided against it. Honesty may not be the best policy, but it’s the easiest.

“So, what do your parents do?” Nora asks.

“My mom is a substitute teacher and my dad’s a real-estate broker.”

Nora smiles and turns to her husband, “Isn’t Walter’s son in real-estate?”

“No, he buys,” Robert answers, reaching for his wine glass.

“This is such a lovely home,” Miranda compliments with a smile, wanting to make a good impression.

“Well thank you Miranda, how nice of you to say,” Nora says. Miranda already hates how often Nora uses her name. It’s what someone does when they’re trying to make a point. Miranda doesn’t know what point she is trying to make. It can’t be a good one.

“I’ve been thinking about redecorating the family room, it’s been a few years.”

Miranda smiles and makes sure to look as if she agrees. In reality she finds it insane to redecorate a room that often. But they seem to have the money, so whatever makes her happy.

A few minutes later, a woman appears out of nowhere to announce that dinner will be done shortly. Miranda didn’t even think that they would have cooks and maids, but it makes sense.

“So Finley, what are your intentions with this girl?” Robert asks bluntly. Miranda can feel the blush rise and keeps herself from looking in Finn’s direction.

“I intend to bed her,” Finn answers conversationally, jerking a loose thread from the hem of his shirt.

“That is no way to talk Finley, answer your father’s question,” Nora scolds.

“I don’t see how that could be, in any way, his business or how it could possibly matter.”

“We just want to know for sure that this is a passing interest,” Nora explains.

Miranda’s eyes widen, not being able to believe Finn’s parents. How could they be this rude? And right in front of her no less?

Finn sighs and leans forward, “Do you have to be doing this?”

“Have as much fun with her as you want son. When you’re finished, you can marry Molly Serin and settle down,” Robert says.

Miranda looks over at Finn and is relieved to see anger there. At least Finn doesn’t agree with what they’re saying. She doesn’t understand what she could have possibly done wrong to deserve this kind of treatment. Her rational side knows that she shouldn’t get upset over it, that Finn let her know that dinner with his folks wouldn’t be fun. However, her emotional side refuses to listen. She feels like hiding.

“You are both being ridiculous,” Finn’s jaw is clenched and it’s obvious that he’s trying to keep himself in line.

“Watch it,” Robert warns, pointing a finger at Finn from across the table.

“Honey, we’re not saying she’s not a nice girl. I’m sure she’s very nice. But you can’t marry this girl. She just wouldn’t fit in,” Nora seems to be trying to diffuse the situation, but everything is just getting worse. Miranda is not only insulted, but hurt. She just wants to leave. She wishes that they had worked out a signal before-hand, like a pulling the ear ‘get me out of here’ signal.

“Marry? I’m twenty-two! Besides being young, I have no plans to marry! You two know this,” Finn exclaims, his hands moving animatedly.

“Of course you’ll marry. And Molly is a perfect choice. Her father agrees. In the meantime, you can do whatever you like with Miranda here. As long as she doesn’t interfere with the internship you’ll be starting, I see no problem with it,” Robert says. Miranda just wants to shout out that she is in the room and yes, she can hear them.

“Dad, I am not taking the internship. I have no interest in a medical profession,” Finn says firmly, frustration creeping into his voice, making it obvious that the subject has been beaten to death. Miranda glances back and forth between Finn and his parents, wishing that everything would just stop.

“You don’t know that Finley, you’ve never applied yourself,” Robert says condescendingly.

Finn groans and runs his hand over his face and through his hair, effectively messing it up. Miranda can tell that he’s biting the inside of his cheek.

“Your father’s right Finley,” Nora says softly, “You have to begin thinking about your future. You can’t just stay in school, taking classes that you don’t even need.”

Finn sighs and looks at his mom pleadingly, “I like it that way.”

Robert sets his wine glass down on the table a little harshly and the sound grabs everyone’s attention, startling Miranda.

“Finley, I am tired of the way you are acting. I am paying for your condo. I am paying for your education. You will stop screwing around with writing and take the internship. Grow up!” Robert shouts harshly.

Miranda’s eyes widen at his harsh words. Parents are supposed to support their children, not berate them in front of others. She glances at Finn, fully expecting him to respond in kind.

Instead, Finn doesn’t say a word. He stares ahead at the flower arrangement on the table and doesn’t make a sound. His jaw is clenched and she sets her hand on his thigh, squeezing reassuringly. He doesn’t look up at her, but sets his hand on hers to move it. She’s confused at his actions and sets her hand on her own lap.

“I’ve been accepted into a writer’s workshop in London. I won’t be attending school next semester.”

His parents both look at him, his dad’s eyes thinning into slits.

The same woman who announced the dinner news walks back into the room, “The rest of the party has arrived.”

“Perfect, bring them in,” Robert says after a moment without looking away from his son. “We’ll discuss this after dinner,” he tells Finn in a voice that gives no room for disagreement.

Finn pierces his parents with an accusatory stare, “Who else did you invite?”

“Jack Serin and his daughter,” Nora answers hesitantly.

A harsh laugh tears through Finn’s throat as he stands up, “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Sit down Finley,” Robert orders, staring up at his son. The evening just keeps getting worse. Now she gets to have dinner with Finn’s ex and her father. Fabulous.

Before Finn can say anything, his attention is drawn to the arrival of two new guests. Miranda leans back to look past Finn and sees Molly and her father. Looking at Molly, she immediately sees what Finn had seen in her. The girl is beautiful, with jet black hair and deep green eyes. She’s tall and thin, wearing a low-cut black dress.

Finn glances at Miranda quickly and back to the new arrivals. He never makes a move to sit down. Robert stands, shooting a glare at his son, and walks over to greet Jack and his daughter. Nora stands and does the same, avoiding eye contact with Finn on the way. Miranda stays seated, not sure what she should do. She doesn’t want to be rude, but she doesn’t want to makes matters worse. She doesn’t know where she’s supposed to stand.

Throughout the greetings, Molly has kept her gaze firmly fixed on Finn and Miranda begins to shift uncomfortably.

Jack and Molly are quickly introduced to Miranda, who stands and shakes their hands.

“Hey Finn,” Molly says, her voice almost too sweet.

“Hi,” he says with a forced smile. He pulls her in for a quick hug and pulls away almost quicker.

“Finley, it’s great to see you son,” Jack says, his voice glowing.

Finn smiles and shakes his hand firmly, “It’s nice to see you too sir.”

“Molly tells me that you two are no longer seeing each other. What went wrong? You two seemed great for each other,” Jack queries, waiting for an answer.

“Extending circumstances sir. It just didn’t work out,” Finn answers. Molly looked down at her feet at his answer. It reminded Miranda of a kicked puppy and she found herself feeling a little bad for the girl. It quickly dissipated when it kicked in that feeling empathy for Finn’s ex may not work out.

Finn grabs Nora’s arm as she walks by and leads her out of the room. Miranda watches their retreating backs and wishes she could stick by Finn. Turning back to the people, she swallows a sigh and takes a sip of her water.


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Ten minutes drag by and the longer Finn is gone, the more desperate Miranda is for him to come back. She is starting to find herself liking Molly and would rather feel indifferent to the girl. A few minutes after Finn and Nora left, Jack had left as well. He came back without either one and sat down to talk with Jack about work; who has the most extreme patient, what the treatment will be, et cetera. Molly has seemed to direct all of her attention on Miranda.

“Are you and Finn going together?” Molly asks abruptly, throwing Miranda off since they were just talking about school.

“Umm I don’t know,” Miranda manages, not wanting to say anything that may not be true. They haven’t officially had the ‘talk’ and she doesn’t want to tell his ex anything untrue.

Molly glances at her dad and than back to Miranda, “I-I don’t know what Finn has told you about me, but…I never meant to hurt him.”

“He hasn’t really told me anything,” Miranda smiles reassuringly, “He’s kind of private.”

Molly laughs and nods her head, “Yes, yes he is. I hope that won’t be a problem for you like it was for me.”

Finn appears by Miranda, nudging her arm in signal for her to stand up. She glances up and takes in his stiff posture and blank face, wondering what happened with his parents. Standing up, she takes a step back to stand somewhat behind him.

“Molly, Mr. Serin…it was great seeing you two, but we have to get going,” Finn says politely, taking Miranda’s hand in his own.

With that said, Finn pulls Miranda out of the room. She waves goodbye to his parents before Finn drags her completely out of their sight. She wishes that the whole argument had happened after dinner, her stomach is growling angrily.

She has to walk quickly in order to stay in stride with him, his warm hand gripping hers. Instead of pulling her out the front door, Finn makes a quick left and leads her through hallways and abruptly stops in front of a large oak door. Dropping her hand, he pushes the doors open and strolls inside.

Glancing from left to right, he scans the room and immediately spots Eddie to his right. Miranda walks in slowly, staring in awe at the room. It’s the kind of library she has always dreamed of having. Tall ceilings with book shelves lining the walls. A fireplace adorns the far left wall with large leather chairs surrounding. There’s a long table in the center of the room with chairs for studying. Her gaze travels to Eddie, sitting in a leather chair reading a book.

“Did you know?” Finn demands gruffly.

“Know what?” Eddie asks curiously, marking his place with a paper and setting the book down on the arm of the chair.

“That they invited Jack and Molly.”

A pure look of shock and revulsion crosses Eddie’s face, giving Finn all the answers he needed. His body immediately shows the relief he feels.

“I didn’t. I assume I don’t need to ask what happened.”

Finn wraps the man in a hug and pulls away, patting him on the back, “No you don’t. Needless to say, I’ll be avoiding this place for a bit.”

Eddie motions for Miranda to step closer and pulls her in for a friendly hug, “Not the dinner you expected I bet?”

Miranda laughs in response, relaxing in Eddie’s presence. Finn’s mouth quirks up in a half smile at the interaction.

“We’re getting out of here,” Finn says, “I’ll give you a call later this week, I’ll be busy with finding a new place, but I’ll definitely call.”

Eddie nods his head, understanding what the evening had resulted in.


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“You want something to drink?” Finn asks as he leans over to root through his refrigerator. Miranda shakes her head and leans against the counter, watching him.

The drive to his place had been tense and quiet. She desperately wanted to ask what happened when he left with his mom, but didn’t actually want to ask him.

Finn stands up with a beer and slams the door shut. Miranda watches him grab a bottle opener from a drawer and pop the cap off of the bottle. He tips his head back and drinks half of the bottle in one go. Miranda has seen him drink, but it wasn’t with this much fervor before. In just a short while, a lot of what she had never expected transpired. She found out that he grew up with parents wanting to dictate his life. She was torn apart and got to meet the ex and her daddy.

“Have fun?” Finn asks sarcastically.

Miranda smiles hesitantly in answer and shrugs.

Finn’s head falls forward, his neck cracking loudly from the movement. Bringing his head back up, he fixes Miranda with a hollow look, “It was a mistake taking you.”

Miranda bites her lip, not knowing what to think of that. She knows that it definitely did not work out and that he had indeed warned her. She just didn’t believe him.

“I guess your right,” she says softly, already feeling him pulling away from her. Family just fucks it all up.

“I’m sorry about the way my parents treated you. It was unfair and beyond cruel,” he apologizes, a trace of warmth creeping in his voice.

“What about the way they treated you?” she asks incredulously.

“What about it? It’s been worse,” Finn says flippantly.

“Worse than that?”

“Yes Miranda, worse than that.”

Miranda bounces on her heels a bit, leaning heavily on the counter behind her, “You took it all well.”

At Finn’s blank expression, she elaborates, “You pretty much just let them rip into us.” She regrets saying it the minute it comes out of her mouth. She didn’t mean it to sound the way it did.

“And what would you have had me do Rand? Get into a fight with my parents in front of you?” Finn asks, anger edging into his voice. Miranda frowns at him and gets the impression that anger may be contagious since she’s beginning to feel a bit of it herself.

“Well I don’t know. Say something? You just took it.” She’s reaching and she knows it.

“Maybe that works with your parents, but not mine.”

“What do you know of my parents?” Miranda questions, getting angrier. He has no right to place judgments on her family life, he knows nothing of it.

“When I get in arguments with my parents, we don’t have a nice little chat to settle the differences Miranda. It doesn’t work that way. I’m the fuck-up, that’s what I am in the group. My sister is the bright light and I’m the waste. I’m the Cal in this little \'East of Eden\' remake. Fighting with my father in front of you would have only made things worse,” Finn shouts, breathing heavily.

Miranda doesn’t respond, not having anything to respond with. Finn makes sense and she has nothing to back the argument with. Besides, he didn’t just sit there. He did say something. She averts her eyes and looks at the beer in his hand. She wants to ask about his sister, she’d never known that he had one, but gets the impression that now is not the time.

Not knowing what to say, but wanting to break the silence, she asks, “What happened?”

“When?” Finn asks, pinning her with his gaze.

“When you left with your mom.”

“Some arguing. Some questioning. My dad showed up and I had it out a little with him. Needless to say, I’ll be moving out of this place in a week,” Finn says with a laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter. I never asked for this place. He didn’t like my living with Vincent, so he got this place. I don’t care where I live.”

“Why wouldn’t you take my support?” she asks suddenly.

“When?”

“You moved my hand.”

“I didn’t want you touching me.”

Miranda doesn’t know how she could possibly put a positive spin on that answer. They were getting so close and now Finn is acting like he was when they first met. Distant and unreadable.

“I needed to be angry, you touching me would have softened that,” he further explains when she doesn’t say anything. He pushes air from his lungs loudly, scratching a hand across the back of his neck.

After a few minutes of silence, Finn groans and pushes himself away from the counter, leaving the empty bottle. He walks past Miranda and into the living room. He doesn’t make it too far before turning back around and facing her.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, spreading his arms out at his sides.

She doesn’t know what he’s meaning, so she doesn’t answer. She furrows her brows and waits for him to explain.

“That comes with me,” he motions towards the door, implying his family. “They were vicious and rude. But they come with me. I can’t yell every time one of them is rude to you, I can’t start a war every time they insult me. I can say all I want, but it wont change them. I’ve had years of learning that.”

Before Miranda can respond, he asks, “Do you want to get married? Have kids?”

At first, Miranda isn’t sure if he’s asking her if she wants to do this with him or in general. After a moment, she’s sure that he must mean in general and she nods her head slowly.

“I don’t want either. I don’t want marriage and I don’t want kids. You should know that as well.”

Miranda feels so utterly overwhelmed. She feels like he’s forcing her to make some huge decision right this second. She doesn’t know why he’s doing what he’s doing. He seems hell bent on getting her away from him. Using every reason he can think of to force her to leave.

“I never asked for marriage Finn. I never asked for anything. What is it that you want from me?”

Finn doesn’t answer her. He sits at the kitchen table and just stares at her.

“Well that’s a great answer. Thanks. Just cleared everything up for me,” Miranda says sarcastically.

She’s frustrated and just wants some answers, “Are you just trying to make yourself seem as unlovable as you possibly can? Your parents, not wanting kids or a white wedding. What next? Will you be using the workshop as an excuse? You’ll have to think of more, cause I don’t care if your parents think ill of me. I really don’t. They’re not who I care about. If that’s where your concern lays, try being honest about it.”

“If I lived my life according to what my parents wanted, I would’ve killed myself a long time ago,” Finn says, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Than why are you doing this?” she asks softly.

“You should know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t put a selfless spin on your reasons. It has nothing to do with protecting me. You’re backing out because you want to.”

“Backing out? You think I’m backing out?” he asks incredulously.

“Why else would you be doing this?”

“I’m not backing out of anything Miranda,” he stands up and stalks up to her, moving close.

“I don’t understand what the hell we’re even arguing about than,” Miranda shouts.

Finn scratches his jaw absently. He leans forward and surprises Miranda with a kiss. The kiss isn’t soft and gentle. It’s hard and angry. It’s catches her off guard at first, but it only takes a second for her to act.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” Finn mutters against her mouth. She’s so confused. She doesn’t know what to think about anything. He runs hot and cold. The argument was pointless and she doesn’t know why it even happened.

He slowly pushes her until her back hits the counter. He picks her up easily and sets her down on the tile, standing between her legs. He reaches up to pull the clip from her hair and absently tosses it aside, straight into the sink. He buries a hand in her hair, and brings her mouth to his.

Miranda soon realizes that she can’t dwell on questions while Finn is touching her. She gives up and puts everything out of her mind. She wraps her arms around his waist to bring him closer. He’s kissing her with a determination that she’s never encountered before, but it doesn’t take long for her to adjust.

His hands are everywhere; gripping her waist, pulling at her hair, massaging her stomach and thighs. She feels like she’s overheating and it’s a welcome feeling. She grips his back, pulling the hem of his shirt halfway up his back. She hooks her legs around his waist as he pushes her back until her head rests against the cupboards.

Finn’s face is nothing if not serious and very much portrays a man with resolve. Miranda’s eyes fall shut when he drags his tongue across her collar bone. He pulls the strap of her top off her shoulder and continues his exploration. She can’t hold in the gasp when he bites her shoulder. Her hands fly up to grip his upper arms and her legs squeeze tighter around him.

Once he finishes with that shoulder, he moves over to her other one. Moving the strap, he gives it similar treatment. Miranda’s senses are on overdrive. Everything seems to be louder than it is. The sound of her labored breathing seems freakishly loud. She can hear Finn’s breathing, also harsh. He’s making small murmuring sounds of approval and enjoyment. He reminds her of a cat, purring away while he gets a belly rub.

Finn traces the edges of her top, sweeping his tongue along the neckline. It tickles but she doesn’t think she could laugh right now no matter how hard she tried.

“What do you want?”

Miranda is taken aback by his voice. He sounds desperate with a begging-like undertone. She doesn’t know what to say. She’s never voiced wants such as these before. She doesn’t want to sound stupid. Also, she couldn’t possibly think of something she wants more than what he’s doing right now. He seems to know what to do and he does it well.

When Miranda doesn’t say anything, he looks up and says, “I want to hear you.”

Her heart hammers in her chest. Hearing him say that is almost too much. She can feel herself blushing and is beyond caring. Softly, she says in an apologetic voice, “I don’t know.”

He smiles crookedly, “Yes you do. Start slow.”

He leans forward and softly kisses along her jaw, gently nipping as he goes. Muttering, he asks, “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she whispers shyly.

“What else have you liked?”

She pauses for a moment before answering, “When you bit my shoulder.”

He meets her eyes, and holds it as he lowers his head back down to her shoulder. He holds himself still for a moment, keeping their eyes locked, before looking at his target and delivering bites. The contact, combined with the way he was looking at her, makes this time far more intense than the last time. Miranda bites her lip to keep herself from moaning and slides her fingers into his hair.

“Miranda,” he says against her shoulder.

She wait’s a beat, than answers, “Yeah?”

“Moan for me.”

Her breath hitches before she can stop it. He moves to her collar bone again, sucking lightly, before moving on to her other shoulder. He spends a few seconds kissing the skin there before biting down. This time she doesn’t bite her lip to suppress a moan.

He immediately moves up to her mouth and swallows her moan. The urgency isn’t as strong as it was before. He’s kissing her as if he has no other plans for the next few days besides exploring and memorizing every inch of her mouth.

She slides her hands up the front of his shirt, teasing his skin. He pulls away hastily and pulls his shirt off, throwing it to the side and out of sight. She immediately takes advantage of his bare torso and runs her hands along his chest. She wants to do the same to him, wondering if he would react in the same way as she did. She hates that she’s shy over it, but is determined to surpass it. She’s been intimate with him before, it just gets more intense each time.

She dodges his mouth when he leans in and leans forward to kiss his shoulder. He seems to know what she’s planning and leans in closer to give her more access. His hands run up and down her back, soothing her and assuring her. She swallows thickly and gently bites down on his shoulder, causing him to jerk forward in response. She trails her tongue up his neck, kissing softly, and up to his jaw. She loves his jaw, the way he clenches it. When she nibbles along it he grips her hair in his hands, holding her head in place. She laughs softly and trails up to his ear. Just as her mouth touches his ear, he pulls her away with a gasp.

“Don’t go there unless you’re sure,” he says roughly.

“Ear is a weak point?” she asks slyly, loving that he just gave up a weak spot and fully intending to use it against him in the future.

“You’re already on very dangerous ground, touch the ear and I’m taking you.”

“Where? You’re low on gas and I need a jacket,” she laughs.

“God I want you,” he says with a smile.

“For my amazingly ability to turn around Wayne’s World lines?” she asks sarcastically, still following the contours of his chest and stomach with her fingers.

“My verbal ability is very limited in this state. While you, even worked up, quote movies.”

“Who says I’m worked up?” she asks argumentatively.

He picks her up off the counter, holding her butt with his hands, and carries her to the table. She laughs when he sets her back down, “As far as you can get?”

“I want you on every piece of furniture I own.”

“Can the couch be next?” she asks.

He taps his chin, muttering, “Nah…I think up against the book shelf. Closer to the bed.”

He leans in and kisses her slowly. She brings her arms up to circle around his neck, playing with his hair.

The shrill ring of his phone breaks his concentration and he groans. Pulling his phone from his pants, he tosses it on the floor and kisses her again. She shudders when his tongue sweeps across her lip.

His phone begins to ring again and she can’t help but laugh. Finn turns around and grabs his phone, flipping it open.

“What?” he growls.

Miranda stays sitting on the table and watches him with a grin. He slaps a hand against his face with a groan, “Fuck…I forgot.”

Miranda slips off the table and saunters over to Finn, sliding up next to him. He wraps an arm around her and brings her into a tight hug. She takes advantage of the closeness and kisses across his chest.

“I know…yeah I know…Badly, but could have been worse.”

Miranda smiles against his skin and trails her mouth up to his neck, softly nibbling. His breath hitches and her smiles grows. He absently tries to dissuade her, but he doesn’t put any effort into it and she ignores his physical protests.

“When?” he asks quietly. She catches his ear and lightly trails her tongue up the shell. His body stiffens and his arms tighten around her.

“Vince I gotta go. Yeah I will bye,” he hastily hangs up, dropping the phone, and wraps a hand around the back of her head, smashing her mouth to his.

“You are an evil…evil woman,” he mutters against her mouth, “And don’t think for a second I won’t repay you for that.”

“Is that a threat?” she jokes.

He pulls away and fixes her with a tortured look, “Sadly enough, I can’t fulfill it right now.”

“So what’d you forget?”

“I was supposed to go over to Vince’s tonight.”

She pats his chest before fixing her shirt, having never even noticed it had been messed up. Walking into the kitchen, she retrieves her hair clip from the sink and pulls her hair up messily, clipping it up. She grabs his shirt from the floor and tosses it to him with a grin.

“When do you have to be there?” she asks curiously.

He glances behind him at the clock, and groans, “Ten minutes ago.”

She laughs, “Better get going than.”

She watches him pull his shirt on with a grin, hiding it behind her hand.

He notices and asks, “What’s funny Rand?”

“You may wanna…take care of yourself, you know…before you leave,” she gets out, looking pointedly at the evidence of his arousal.

Without looking down, he slowly walks up to stand in front of her, “Wanna help with that?”

Boldly, she leans into him, purposefully pressing her hip against the topic of discussion. His head lulls forward and he rests his forehead against her shoulder.

“No thanks,” she whispers in his ear. He groans while laughing, causing an interesting sound.

He pats her butt and steps back, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

She can’t believe that he’s actually going to go relieve himself, she was mostly kidding.

He catches her look and says with a wry grin, “Just to take the edge off.”

He leaves her to go into his room and she sits on his couch, turning the TV on and begins channel surfing. Seconds later, he pops around the corner.

“You wanna come?”

“You can do that yourself, thanks though,” she says.

“No. To Vincent’s with me,” he clarifies.

Her smile spreads and she nods her head. She’d love to see where Vincent lives. The guy is just entertaining. Finn grins and disappears from her sight, going back to his room. She tries not to think about what he’s doing in there, and concentrates on finding something, anything, to watch on TV.

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AN: Yeah this is terribly long, I know. I didn\'t know where to cut it at. It\'s a \'need a beverage break\' in the middle kind of chapter. Thank you to everyone who is reading and especially to those of you who are actually reviewing. Hope this was enjoyed. No idea when the next will be up. I haven\'t even started it.