He swallowed slowly 'don't know if you are even my type', those words struck him really hard. The feelings from the cemetery came back, but this time he didn't want to cry. He wanted to hug her and hold her close to him again. He looked at her over his glasses. Why would she say something like that? If he is not her type why would she bring him here? Only to grab a beer with someone? Only to do what?
He started questioning himself again. Her eyes, cold as always., her lips separated a little when he looked at had to look back down at his glass of beer again because of his desire to kiss her. What is happening with him? He was always so calm for many years. He doesn't usually feel anything, not for woman, not like this. He took another sip of beer.
"So do you enjoy that place? It's nothing you would expect for me right?" she asked.
She was looking at him and regretted what she said minutes ago. Instead, she should have said how much she adored him, and how her body reacted when he was somewhere near.
"Yes, you are right. I wouldn't expect that. It's only for old members with a gold pass I suppose."He smiled and she smiles back.
His voice was the second thing that made her crazy about this man. Every time he spoke to her, even to the earpiece, she was in seventh heaven and sometimes couldn't focus on a mission because of that voice.
They talked about everything and nothing at once. Finch was surprised what alcohol could do for people. Of course, he knew that fact before but never experienced this feeling. When you end up with a fourth glass of the golden drink and you have a feeling to tell everything to the person sitting next to you, to tell the truth...
His glasses weren't on his nose anymore. They were lying somewhere on the table. He tried to focus on some point, to calm his mind. He shuddered when he noticed that point was Shaw's breasts, her neckline. He shook his head and looked a little above to her face. She was grinning, he knows that she is focused much more than him, maybe it's not her first time sitting here and drinking.
He is drunk that was for sure. he, always sober Harold Finch, was drunk because of the woman sitting opposite him. A woman who has pissed him off and turned on at the same time. A woman which they saved.
She took the last sip of her beer. "So, another one? Last one? As a toast for The Machine?"
He looked down at his empty mug. "I don't know if I... It's hard to say but I'm drunk. I'm am positive I can't drink another. I think I have to go to the bathroom." He looked around to find a bathroom door.
"It's that way Finch." Shaw smiled. "Then left and remember it's only one bathroom for all. So be careful and knock before you storm the door."
He give her one of his Finch looks."The Fact that I'm drunk doesn't mean that I would forget about rules and manners."
When he came back, he stopped short, even without glasses, and with buzzing percents in his body he clearly could see what was going on.
He looked at speaker. The music was louder than when he left. He had heard this song somewhere once or twice. The words 'your sex is on fire' from chorus gave him a shiver. He looked back to the side of table where he had been sitting earlier; eight empty glasses stood exactly as he remembered. Only one thing was missing from their table was Samantha.
She wasn't sitting anymore, she was dancing on the table to that song. His glasses were on her nose, another glass of beer in her hand. Her shirt had been thrown somewhere on the ground only her black top left. Her breasts were bouncing to the rhythm of the song from speakers.
Around the table were a few men who were admiring that view the same way he had earlier. He came closer to push them all out from the table. When he was walking to the table she started pulling up her top. He hesitated for a second then storm the table, zig-zagging his way to her side. He pushed the others with rest of his power and bellowed. "Show's over!"
One of the men said, "Hey calm down daddy!" He got closer to Finch. He was taller and decisively much stronger than Harold.
Finch swallowed hard prepared for the worst. Then he felt hands on his arms. Someone pulled him to the table. When he reached the table with his back he looked up, it was Shaw who pulled at him.
"He is not my daddy fellows," She winked to the others. "And he is right. The show is over."
To Harold she whispers,"You can see the rest of the show when we're alone, if you want."
He looked at she with wide eyes. He felt like he had sobered up in seconds. He didn't answer her. He didn't have to because his hardening groin did the talking for him.
She of course noticed, but said nothing. She just smiled, got down from table, and gave him his glasses. He retrieved her shirt from the ground, and brought her coat.
"I think that's enough for today, Miss Shaw. We should go back. My mind is wasted and my body too. I will call taxi."
"Okay daddy." She smiled.
He gave her serious look.
She laughed. "Kidding, Finch! Let's go home."
They went outside, it was cold and dark. He looked around than glanced at his watch 1 AM.
"We were there for so long! I even didn't notice the time passing.."
"What a waste of time right Finch? You could do so many 'right' things instead of wasting time with me and drinking beer. Which I suppose is not your favourite." she said provoking.
She glanced at his unbuttoned shirt and V-neck T-shirt, noticing small amounts of his dark-gray chest hairs. She wanted to touch it and kiss it but she wasn't able to because he took her hand and guided them to the taxi.
"I didn't say I regretted the time spent with you. I said only that it's late and we really should go back. I really enjoyed your company today, Miss Shaw."
She stopped suddenly.
He turned to her. "What's now?"
"Stop calling me Miss Shaw, Finch. Please, I liked it when you called me by my first name. Break some rules, maybe just only for the rest of this night? Please?"
He nodded, "But only for today" he smiled.
She came closer to him and kiss his cheek.
He wasn't prepare for this. Her lips were so soft, so warm on his cold face. Something inside him twitched.
"Miss Sh... Samantha it was.."
"Taxi is waiting Finch, come on."