(Again, smut warning! )

She's getting ready for bed and mulling the terrible events of the day over when she hears him playing. She doesn't have a clue when or how he started learning to play the piano but she can hear him downstairs and whatever he's playing is just the most beautiful thing she thinks she's ever heard. She investigates further, standing at the top of the stairway and looking down into the living room her eyes are allowed to catch up with her ears. He's sat there at the piano stool, eyes closed as his fingers elegantly consume the piano keys, producing sounds that purely haunt her soul.

He looks too big for the instrument. Like he could break it at any second. His face is still bloodied and bruised and is even more swollen now that he's cleaned up.

There's a glass of whiskey on top of the piano but it looks more like a prop than a necessity.

The music draws her in as she slowly begins to descend down the staircase and her heart begins to ache at the sight of the beautiful contradiction before her. He's such a mess. An angry, scarred and brooding mess, who's fallen so far over the years. But it's Finn. And she thinks the way he's playing right now encompasses the beauty of the man underneath the battered body. It's sweet and it's warm and it pierces through her barriers and defenses and at the same time it's sexy as hell.

He doesn't notice her until she's stood right next to him.

He stops playing and stands to meet her gaze but before he can do much else she wraps her hands around his face and crashes their lips together. She pulls away and there's a brief moment of confusion and tension before Finn pulls her back in for a much more intense and rough second kiss. Without saying a word they're locked in a lip war as they urgently begin to struggle their way up the staircase, their hands gripping each other like they've never felt skin before. Not wanting to slow down the heat, Finn lifts her up and her legs wrap instinctively around his waist as he carries her up the stairs, neither of them wanting to break the kiss. They make it to his bedroom as he sinks her onto his bed, her legs not letting go from the hold they have around his waist. His lips move to the sweet spot on her neck and she lets out a soft groan that he should not yet know how to escape from her. She subconsciously starts grinding against him and now it's his turn to let out a husky moan as he begins to feel trapped in the jeans he has on. After hastily taking his t-shirt off he helps her take off the sweats she's wearing and soon his lips start expressing the awe his eyes show in seeing her perfect sun-kissed naked body by kissing her gently from her neck down to her stomach. She fumbles at his belt as he knocks her focus off-course in the way his tongue is dragging all over her body but eventually she gets his pants off and finds her way to his hardened length. Feeling it in her hands, she's as turned on as she could possibly get and he's aware as he slides two fingers across her wetness, forcing another groan from her. She almost forgets how to breathe as he finds her clit and begins teasing her gently. She doesn't know where his sudden confidence and expertise came from but she doesn't stop to find out and it's not long before he makes her come. She's stunned. No guy has ever got her off that quick and using just his hands, and as he begins kissing her gently as she starts coming down from her euphoria she decides not to let him get away with it. Forcing herself on top of him she takes her turn in attacking his neck with her tongue while her hands forcefully push down his boxers and go to work on his hardness. The heat radiating between their bodies is almost too much and after reaching into his bedside draw for a condom she takes control, opening it with one hand and slipping it on him with impressive ease. With a trademark smirk she bears down into his eyes as she positions herself on top of him and adjusts to his above averageness. They gradually get a rhythm going as their hip bones grind in sync. She takes further control instigating a faster rhythm and forcing him to go harder by moaning the command into his ear. He does well in compliance and is rewarded for it as her walls close around him pushing him to join her over the edge in pure ecstasy. Her nails claw into his chest as they ride it out together and he just about managers to support her as her body continues to forcibly and uncontrollably spasm.

He shifts her onto her back on the bed before slumping back onto his own beside her as they both lie in the wake of their bliss.

Neither of them say anything. They're both speechless and not wanting to ruin the moment.

So she falls asleep in his arms and their bodies stay in immediate contact all night.