Her apartment complex, as luck would have it, was only a few streets down from his. He probably passed it a million times before. She cozied up to him in the elevator again, away from any prying eyes. Running her lips on the side of his cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cool wall of the elevator. It was all a little hazy, though if that was the alcohol or her touch was anyone's guess.
"Ya sure you want me here, Cath?" he whispered.
"Positive," she grazed his lips again with hers, and this time he grabbed her by the waist, pressing into them roughly.
The elevator dinged and he followed her to her door, watching closely the way her dress floated high on her thighs. She loved short skirts, he loved them on her. Finn tried to give her room to get the door open, but found himself kissing the exposed skin of her neck as she moved her hair to one side. Cathy laughed and tipped her head back.
"Open it!" he chuckled as she became distracted by his roaming fingers around her waist.
They crashed into the couch a few moments later, shoes kicked off and her dress already on the floor. He shimmied out of his jeans, nervous for a moment about getting naked in front of her. That was quickly put to rest as her eyes widened when he bared his chest. Finn would never get used to that reaction, no matter how many times he looked in a mirror.
"You're beautiful," he crawled on top of her, pulling her underwear down as he went and finishing the two of them off in record time.
"That's the first time tonight you've said that," she shifted her weight under him, pushing against him, her hands tangling in his hair with a sense of urgency.
"I-I'm sorry."
"No, I mean," she laughed and blushed, "don't be. That's good."
"Ya are, though, beautiful," he traced the lines of her face, moving down to her collarbone. "An' I've been thinkin' about this for a long time."
"How long?" she whispered in between the sloppy kisses she had begun to place all over his skin.
"Too long. Long enough that we've got some ground to make up."
"Well then," her eyes twinkled deviously, "get to it."
He tried to hide his nervousness as he pushed in quickly as he could, desperate to feel her.
"Shit-"
"Ya alright?"
"Mhmm," the tension left her body after a few moments, her pulling him down closer and wrapping her legs around his waist.
Now it was his turn to cry out.
"You okay?" she looked up at him.
"Goddamn you feel good."
They adjusted themselves awkwardly a few more times before he started to find a rhythm she seemed to like. Quick in, bottom out, pull back slowly. She threw her head back, hitting her head on the arm of the sofa. Finn brought his hands behind her head, cradling it gently as he repeated the motion. Her breath was hitching, a high-pitched moan escaping her each and every time he hit all the way back.
"Ya seem to like that," he whispered, trying to catch his breath.
"Uh-huh-" was all she could manage as he picked up his pace, faster thrusts, slower pull-backs.
"I didn't catch that," he smirked.
"Fuck. Finn!"
"That's more like it." He looped one of her legs around his arm and pulled it up over his shoulder, watching as her eyes widened.
"Fuck!" she cried out.
He bit his lip to keep from losing it, pulling her closer to him and moaning her name into her ear. Looking for some reprieve, she bit down on the soft skin of his shoulder and he couldn't help but shout as his vision went foggy. She let up and met his eye, grasping for breath as he gave it to her harder still. Finn pressed his forehead against hers and groaned, she was almost there, he could feel it.
"Let go for me, love," he said breathily, "give me what I wanna hear."
A hard thrust more and she was over the edge, screaming out his name, or at least the name that everyone called him, which was weirdly different than actually hearing your own name. Still, it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen and completely lost control, gripping the arm of the sofa for support.
"Shit," he breathed, collapsing onto her, "sorry…"
"It's okay, got it covered."
"Good, good," he nodded and pressed himself up on his hands to take pressure off of her. How'd he forget the condoms in his wallet? Had they ended up in here that fast? He was normally so careful.
Sliding out along her legs, he finally caught his breath and started to laugh.
"What?" she looked up at him, amused.
"How did we not even make it to the bed when the bed is right there?" he nodded towards the neatly made queen bed that took up most of the studio apartment.
Cathy laughed too, lacing her fingers in his hair. "Round 2?"
"For you, darlin'," he kissed her forehead, "let me clean up, be ready for me when I'm done."
In the bathroom he splashed cold water on his face, trying to manage his heart rate. She was going to think he was a dweeb, fawning over her like this. So desperate, so needy. With another sigh, he headed back into the main room where Cathy sprawled out on her bed. Her gaze was hot and he had to keep himself from drooling.
"Ya want Prince Devitt?" he asked, crawling onto the edge of the bed.
Something dark flickered in her eye, "yes please."
He tapped her thighs, "spread 'em."
She obliged and he lowered his head down, kissing up and down her inner thighs.
"I gave it to ya good, would you agree?"
"I would," she smirked.
"So now if ya want something, you'll have to come an' get it."
He pressed his tongue flat against her to a gentle moan and she gave into his request, blushing and smiling coyly. She pushed herself against him and out again, not seeming to much mind doing all the work herself. It was an old trick, admittedly. A surefire way to get her hot as she bucked her hips towards him. He smirked as she melted into a moaning mess until she let it all go.
She ran her hand through his hair as he lifted himself up. "That was amazing…"
"Yeah?" he flipped onto his back next to her, leaning back in the pillows.
"Yeah," she laughed, kissing his cheek lightly. "You want some water before bed?" she asked as she rolled out and slipped on his soft gray t-shirt.
"I uh-" he sat up uncomfortably.
"What?" she looked over her shoulder from the sink.
"I think I should head out…actually…"
"Oh," she shrugged, "okay,"
She calmly walked over to the dresser across from the bed and finding a pink slip to replace it.
"I just…" he stumbled through an explanation, "I have to be up early for the gym…I don't wanna wake ya."
"It's fine," she slipped it over her head, handing him back his t-shirt.
"Ya sure?"
"Yeah, of course."
Finn bit his lip but scooted out of her bed, collecting his boxers and avoiding her eyes. He wanted to ask to see her again, but he didn't.
XXX
"He said WHAT?" Cathy laughed and shot a playful glare in Finn's direction. He was slumped against the wall, absolutely dying. "Casual, were we?"
Eric laughed with her, sitting behind the camera on a stool. "So you would say things were, uh, non-committal?"
"Are you asking me if I would say he was non-committal?" she flashed another smile Finn's way, he'd forgive her for the ball busting once she did.
He tipped his head back in embarrassment, "Eric, mate, ya sure ya need all this for the special?"
"Nah not really, but we have an episode coming up about WWE couples, this is great stuff."
"Fan-fuckin'-tastic."
"Finn and I were great friends," she kept their story straight, "it didn't need to be anything more than that. You know, I think it's really wonderful when you start with that friendship and just keep wanting to spend time together."
"Aw now you're backing off on me."
"I'm really not! That's the truth."
"So what were things like in those…casual early days?"
"They, uh," she could help but laugh and blush. Across the room Finn ran his hands through his hair. She had to admit it was fun watching him squirm. He loved it when she gave him a hard time, always had. "They were good, in their own way."
"You don't sound convinced."
"I mean… did he tell you what our second date was like?"
From across the room she heard Finn groan and smirked at him.
"Well,"
