Title: The Problem with the Chase

Author: silver blood

Summary: Finn didn't want to stop. The game wasn't over; it had just gotten a little more interesting. PDLD. :Rory:Finn:

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that appear on the television show Gilmore Girls. They are creations straight out of the minds of ASP & friends. Not even the entire plot is mine. Thank you for letting me borrow the characters.

A/N: I'm trying to stay true to Finn more so than other PDLD stories. His character isn't very defined on the show, so I'm using some artistic license. If you don't understand any of the words he uses just let me know… I'm trying to make him as Australian as possible, which includes researching Aussie slang. Also- PLEASE review. It means a lot. If you're an author you understand

Chapter One: The Battle of the Teases

She looked unbelievable.

The colors in her costume brought out the hues of her eyes. The wig gave her an almost exotic look.

But the mace… incredibly kinky.

As he stared, Finn's chest ached slightly. It was an odd sensation. He had almost convinced himself it was just his ego, fatally wounded at the realization that he might not be able to have someone he wanted.

Finn didn't chase girls. It wasn't because they flocked to him. It was because he knew if he committed to a chase he wouldn't stop until he got the girl.

Which was why the bet with Colin was such a bad idea.

Two thousand dollars down on whether Rory would date him or not. Finn didn't just have any random girl to pursue. It was Logan's girl. When he and Colin had noticed that Logan was getting closer to his "Ace", Colin had offered to call off the bet.

But Finn didn't want to stop. The game wasn't over; it had just gotten a little more interesting.

He wound his way over to the uncomfortable looking woman, who was standing alone at the bar with a drink in hand.

An arm snaked around her waist from behind, sending tingles cascading down Rory's spine as she was pulled back against a broad chest. She turned around to face Logan, but was instead confronted with Finn's smirk.

Her heart thudded awkwardly.

"Hello beaut, what are you drinking?"

Rory was momentarily at a loss for words. She stood frozen for thirty seconds before the haziness began to wear from her thoughts. Pushing a hand against his chest, she backed him away a few feet and forced an uneasy smile onto her face.

"Just diet coke. Apparently you've been drinking something a little stronger. Hey!"

Finn had Rory's back against the bar and was firmly pressed against her from knee to chest. Her words came out breathlessly.

"What are you doing?"

She attempted to push him away with a weak shove at his chest.

"Back off, Finn."

A pout came over the dark boy's face, but he backed up a few steps, his hands resting on her hips. There was an edge of desperation in Rory's voice; he knew he was getting to her.

"It's my birthday love. You know what I want, don't you?"

Rory laughed uneasily. Finn was sort of a friend, but he was standing a little close for comfort; especially when she wasn't sure if he was joking or not. She decided not to take him too seriously, since he was Finn, and he was drunk. So when she answered him there was a playful tone in her voice.

"What exactly is it you want, birthday boy? Me?"

Finn's eyes were trained solely on Rory's lips as she spoke. When she licked them seductively they finally met hers. Their color had changed dramatically. There was a burn in the deep emerald that startled Rory out of her naiveté.

He wasn't drunk.

"Uh Finn…"

Rory laughed nervously.

"Don't look at me like that."

Finn didn't move. He wasn't blinking. It was slightly frightening. No man had ever looked at her with such blatant sexuality in his eyes. It affected her down to her very core.

"Seriously, stop. I was teasing."

In one sudden jerking movement, she was flush against him again. He pulled her hips closer to his forcefully, slipping one knee between hers. She could feel his hardness against the inside of her thighs. She couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped her as electricity shot everywhere at once.

Before she could react, the warmth created by his body was gone. Rory's face was flushed and her brilliant blue eyes slightly widened. She had no clue what to say. She'd never felt her body react to someone that way. Her thoughts were racing along with her heart.

With the next words from his mouth, those feelings were lost.

"Nobody likes a tease, Gilmore."

She could see that there was anger in his eyes. She didn't understand. Did he expect her to sleep with him as if sex meant nothing?

Yes. Every other girl he's ever met has meant nothing. Why would he expect me to be any different? That's how he sees my relationship with Logan. That's how my relationship with Logan actually is. I'm one of his whores. They think they can share me.

Rory felt tears beginning to gather in her eyes with this revelation, so she narrowed them at Finn and nearly hissed her response.

"I am not every other slut you take home, Finn. I actually have enough self respect not to get involved with a bastard like you. So don't you dare be bitchy about the fact that I don't want to hop into bed with you! I didn't want to touch you in the first place. That was all you. So don't you call me a fucking tease!"

Finn was incredibly taken aback at her words. And the fact that they felt like a dagger going into his chest. He hadn't realized she would be angry at his advances towards her. He hadn't expected to hurt her. He hadn't expect it to hurt him.

Finn took a deep breath and a step forward.

"I'm sorry, Rory. I just-"

His words were cut off by the arrival of one Logan Huntzberger. He slapped Finn on the back and looked closely at Rory.

"You guys having fun?"

Rory muttered to him.

"No."

And then she was gone.

Logan turned to Finn with questioning eyes.

"What's her problem?"

The brunette just shrugged; he was afraid to speak.

He knew his voice would shake.