Story Title: Unfaithful

Author: Silver Blood

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Gilmore Girls. Although I would die for Finn. I am not making any money using these characters.

A/N: Thank you for the reviews. I'm very proud of this story and I'm glad to know other people enjoy it. Also... Colin knows.

Chapter Two

The last thing Finn thought he'd see upon walking toward the front doors of the pub was Rory wrapped in someone else's arms.

"Uh, love? Care to introduce me?"

Rory pulled back from the hug, swaying slightly, and moved quickly towards the Australian with her arms extended, almost crushing him in a running hug.

"Finny!"

Finn laughed, his eyes lighting up, as he wrapped his arms around the brunette's lower back to steady her. She leaned forward and whispered loudly in his ear.

"That's Doyle. Paris dumped him!"

"Well, thanks, Rory. I really wanted everyone to know how miserable my life is."

Rory turned back on wobbly legs, drunkenly oblivious to Doyle's sarcasm.

"You're welcome!"

Finn was surprised when she turned back quickly and kissed him.

But he let her.

Just for a second.

"Come on, Reporter Girl. I better get you home."

Rory grinned and leaned into him, licking the side of his neck.

"You just can't wait to take advantage of me."

Finn laughed, dodging Rory's questing mouth.

"Right you are, love. Better get you alone, first. Don't want an audience."

After making sure Doyle wasn't planning on driving home, Finn started to lead Rory away.

It almost took carrying her, but Finn managed to get the inebriated brunette into his backseat.

"Feeling sick yet?"

Rory laughed.

"I feel good!"

Finn shook his head, turning the key to start his SUV.

It was going to be a fun drive.

The apartment was dark when Finn carried Rory inside. She was giggling, her head against his chest.

Finn reached over and flipped on the lights.

"Ah! Bad sun! Away with you!"

Rory attempted to burrow further into the solid chest her head rested against, but it was resistant.

Finn's voice was gentle

"Quiet, love. We'll get to the bedroom soon. No bad sun in there."

Rory, squinting, looked up curiously.

"Colin's gone. Let's have sex on the couch!"

Finn rolled his eyes upward for a moment, trying to ignore the way his pants tightened at her suggestion.

"How about we get you into bed for now. Later we'll see if you're up for it."

Rory nodded and closed her eyes, resting her smiling face against Finn's chest once again.

The next time Rory opened her eyes, she could barely see. She knew she was lying in Finn's bed; his scent was all around her.

"Finn..."

"I'm here, kitten."

Rory whimpered.

Finn's accent was adorable, no matter what he was saying.

Rory had learned that in the beginning.

But his voice never affected her the same as when he called her kitten.

Except maybe when he was screaming her name... or trying not to.

"Finn, I'm cold. Keep me warm."

She was underneath a sheet and two blankets, in no way cold.

Finn sighed loudly, as if he were doing himself a terrible disservice.

"If you insist."

She felt him move close, his arm falling heavily around her waist, pulling her tight against his side.

Since the beginning, it had become increasingly difficult for Rory and Finn to spend the night together.

They had sex quite often.

When Logan was out of town; when Logan was at a meeting; when Logan was in class...

In his car; in closets; in bathrooms... Rarely in his bed.

And there was never time to lie together afterwards.

More often than not, she was gone as fast as she could put her clothes on.

Tonight, as drunk as she was, Rory was determined to enjoy every second she could basking in her favorite Australian's warmth.

Rory snuggled closer, burying her face in his neck and wrapping her arm around his waist.

If asked, she would claim not to remember the last three words she slurred. But he wouldn't ask anyway.

"Love you, Finny."

Her whisper was liquid warmth, spreading quickly through his veins.

The brunette closed his eyes tightly and clenched his jaw.

Rory ran her hand down his bare stomach, just barely caressing his tight abs.

"Love you too, kitten. Get some sleep."

Rory nodded, starting to feel drowsy.

Maybe they didn't mean it.

Maybe they did.

But they always said it.

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