AN: Okay so this is my attempt at a M-rated story. I have never written a full love scene before. I don't know if this counts cause it's not fully graphic, but it's my first try. Depending on the reception I might write a squeal. Let me know what you think.

It was dark in the room, like always. The darkness was like a shield, somehow making them feel less guilty; like if they couldn't see each other they weren't betraying the person closest to the both of them. But in all reality they were both as guilty as ever. This was, after all, not their first rendezvous.

He pressed her body up against the wall. All that was separating their skin to skin contact was her thin night shirt.

He rested his forehead against hers. He wanted so desperately to feel her lips on his; to taste her sweet mouth. He had to control himself, he wanted to make this last.

He pulled back slightly and he heard a frustrated groan escaped her lips.

"Anxious, luv?" there was a deep huskiness in his voice. "You must be patient," he kissed her shoulder, "to get," her neck, "what you," her jaw, "desire." He finally pressed his lips to hers. There was no sweetness, no gentleness; the kiss went from 0 to 60 the moment his lips touched hers.

It was an animalistic kiss that sent jolts of electricity through his body down to his groin.

He knew she had purposely not worn anything underneath her shirt, but he diligently avoided touching her below the shoulders. It was a game they played; to see who could hold out longer; who had more willpower. His was wavering.

As the moments past his need to touch her grew. "I give," he finally said, his voice heavy with lust. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. "Wipe that smile off your face, luv. Do I have to remind you of all the times you lost?"

He wrapped an arm around her waist, moved her to the bed and laid her down so her ass was on the edge. He let his hands glide over her body. If he couldn't see her he would feel every inch of her.

He slipped his hands between her legs and gently parted her thighs. Starting with one finger, He stroked up and down her warm slit enjoying the shiver he felt run through her body. He stopped his movement and replaced his finger with his tongue.

As he sucked on her sensitive bud he slid two fingers into her. He received immediate gratification as her legs began to shake and her moans filled the room.

He picked sped up the movement of his fingers. "Oh God, Finn, yes!" He felt her back arch off of the bed.

In one movement he removed his fingers and moved himself between her legs. "Tell me what you want, luv." He started placing light kisses on her inner right thigh working his way down, stopping before getting to her center and then switching to the left one.

"Please, Finn," She begged breathlessly. "I need you inside me. It's been too long."

He finished and then did something he had never done before. He leaned over and turned on the light.

"Finn! We said we would nev-"

He placed a finger to her lips to silence her. "I need to know, Rory. I need to know what you look like when I am inside you. I need to see those beautiful eyes when you come." Before she could say anything he slid into her.

As always, if felt amazing to be in her. He took his time this time instead of the fast pace he would usually take. He watched mouth go in between smiles and 'o' shapes. He watched her eyes open, close and roll back into her head. He studied every inch of her body while running his hands over it. Not only did he know what she felt like, but now she knew what she looked like.

After her first orgasm he started to pick up speed. He continued to watch her, her moans and piercing blue eyes motivating him more. He felt his impending orgasm coming on. Leaning down he kissed her passionately as he spilled himself in her.

When he was done he pulled out of her. Instead of lying by her like her usually did, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed and cradled his head in his hands.

"Finn?" he felt her move behind him. "Finn, what's wrong?"

He tried to find something meaningful to say, but he couldn't think of anything. So he settled for the simplified version. "I can't do this anymore, Rory," he spoke softly.

"Finn, what are you talking about?" She sounded confused. He heard her wrap the bed sheet around herself and move to sit behind him; he felt her head on his back. "I thought we were enjoying ourselves?"

He let out a sigh. The last thing he wanted to do was end this; it had been the best year of his life. They didn't just fuck, they talked. The talking probably lasted longer than the sex did. They had learned so much about each other. But he couldn't just continue sneaking around; lying to everyone including himself. He wanted more with her than he had wanted with any girl, but he would never have it.

Several times she had said she would leave Logan, but it never happened. Last time they met up she told him that she was finally going to do it; she was going to leave Logan once and for all. But it was a lie. She showed up to his birthday party wearing the large diamond engagement ring on her left finger. He knew then that she would never be with him; that he was her dirty little secret.

He stood suddenly, grabbed his boxers and jeans, and dressed himself. He avoided looking at Rory. He knew that if he saw those eyes, he would be pulled back in. After he pulled his shirt over his head he made his way to the door.

"Finn, wait!" The despair in Rory's voice is what halted his progress. "Please, Finn, please tell me what you are talking about. Why are you leaving?"

He turned to face her, regret filling him when he saw the tear streaks that ran down her cheeks. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her tears away, to tell her that she was his world and that he would never leave her. But he wouldn't; he couldn't. Not while she was still with Logan. Not while everyone believed them to be the 'it' couple, the perfect pairing.

He had nothing that would make his exit any easier on her so he settled for the truth. "I love you, Rory," his voice cracked when he said her name. He didn't wait for her to reply. He opened the door and quickly left. He loved her, but it was time to move on.

If it was meant to be it would have happened.