Becky was cleared the next week, and a few days later Finn waited outside the women's locker room after a midday live show. She came out with Bayley, laughing together. Bayley eyed him as they parted.

"You two have fun!" she said with a gigantic grin that made him sigh.

"Thanks, Bayley," he turned towards Becky, "ready? There's bound to be traffic."

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"It's a ten-hour flight," he told her as they climbed into his rental car.

"I know, Finn."

"Just checking."

"Why're you so cagey?"

"I'm not cagey."

"You seem nervous."

"I'm not!" his tone made her drop the subject, though all the way to the gate he seemed antsy.

By the time they settled into their seats he had calmed down a bit. The sleepy time tea she had bought him at Starbucks might've had something to do with it. She curled up in a travel blanket and slipped her mask onto her head, he did the same. They were pros at sleeping on planes and in the backseat of cars.

"Ya comfortable?" he asked lowly.

"Uhhh not really," she laughed

"Ah well," he laughed and brought his blanket up to his chest, "see ya in the mornin'."

"Yeah see ya."

She must've been exhausted, because she slept like a rock the moment she closed her eyes. The concussion was gone but it had been hard to jump back into things. Her body was feeling the break, even if was only a couple weeks away. She felt a nudge and groggily opened her eyes, pulling off her mask. Realizing her head was leaning on his shoulder, she pulled away confused.

"Food's comin'," Finn explained. His DS was resting on the tray table, the Final Fantasy title card on the screen.

"Oh, good, I'm starved." She stretched, "you sleep?"

"A little."

"Sorry 'bout-"

"Don't be."

XXX

"Fergal!" his mom grinned as they walked through the door of the small country home.

"Hi mom," he gave her a big hug.

Over his shoulder, she waved, "hi Becky darlin'."

"Hi Mrs. Devitt," she couldn't help but chuckle, he got his smile from her.

"How're you?" she asked, giving Becky a hug as she finally let Finn go.

"I'm really good," she followed them to the kitchen table and sat down next to Finn.

"She's comin' off a concussion, actually."

"Finn,"

"So if she asks ya where the Advil is, ya tell me, yeah?"

She rolled her eyes, "I'm fine."

"Are ya still hurtin'?" Mr. Devitt asked.

"No, I'm alright," she insisted, "he's just over protective."

"Always has been," his mom said with a little smile.

"Do ya two wanna go settle in and we'll go out for dinner?" his dad asked.

"Is it dinner time already?" Finn looked at his watch, they'd been traveling all day.

"'Fraid so," Mrs. Devitt tipped her head. "So about the sleepin' arrangements…"

"This is a four-bedroom house, Ma, sure we can figure somethin' out."

"Well, Kassidy and Quinn are stayin' with us too, so they're in their old room. Dasha's is a studio now-"

"I thought mine was the studio?"

"No yours is the guest room. Is that alright?"

"Hmm?" Finn looked up from checking a text that had just come into his phone.

"For you two? Ya could sleep on the couch if ya wanted to be a gentleman, Fergal."

"Oh," he blushed ever so slightly, "no I think we're okay." He shrugged, "sleep down the hall from each other every night."

"That's… a bit different," his mom laughed, "but it's set up for ya."

"Thanks ma, be quick."

He led Becky up the narrow staircase to the second floor and into a small room at the front of the hallway. It was bright from the window facing the sun, covered by wispy white curtains. His childhood bed had been replaced with a daybed up against the shared wall, but the rest of the room was strangely familiar. All of his wrestling and comic book memorabilia was stored away in plastic containers next to his old dresser. Some old pictures still hung on the wall above it and Becky paused, looking them over. He sat down on the bed and watched her as her eyes followed the lines of his bookshelf, reading every title.

"Didn't realize we'd be in my room."

"It's nice," she said wistfully.

"Are things gonna be weird? With you and Kassidy?" he asked as he unpacked the few things he knew he would need before they headed up the mountains.

"Why would it be weird?" she dismissed, searching through hers for a nicer outfit to wear for dinner.

"I mean, y'know…"

"Oh!" she laughed, "oh right. God that was what, ten years ago?"

"You were both 18."

She blushed, "can't believe ya remember that."

"Yeah, it was a… memorable night."

He bit his lip, thinking about it now. Actually, he had been thinking about it since he invited her to the wedding. Kassidy had just moved away, out to Dublin, after school, and he was crashing with Finn, not wanting to stay with their parents in his childhood room. Finn had a soft spot for his youngest brother, so he agreed, and then was talked into letting him come out to the bar with "a few of the lads from the academy," as Paul had described it. Turned out one of those lads was Becky, and Kassidy took a liking to her immediately.

"Do ya think he'll even remember?"

"Huh?" Finn broke out of his thoughts.

"Kassidy, will he remember that?"

"Oh. Maybe. I dunno."

She pulled off her sweatshirt and his eyes followed as the strap at her tank top fell down off her shoulder. He came up behind her, moving her hair to one side as he kissed the bare skin of her shoulder. Finn found himself thinking about how easily he could push the other one down too, slip his fingers underneath. She'd probably melt at the touch, and he wanted that so badly, to feel her press herself against him. Wanting, needing. But instead, he pulled up the fallen one, rubbing her shoulder gently as she giggled.

As she returned to her suitcase to find a nicer top, she sent him a flirtatious little smile. He'd see that smile on her face a thousand times. Even that night, when she started sending it in Kassidy's direction instead of his. The two of them, leaning up against the bar, standing too close, her eyes sparkling as Kassidy leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Then his hand came to her waist, playing with the material of her dress. He was glad, Finn told himself, that she had found someone her own age to make eyes at.

"Ready?"

"Hmm?" Finn looked up.

"To go," she laughed, "ya alright?"

"Fine. Let's go."

It was a nice dinner, a little pub down in town where Finn had spent many a Friday night. He had his first kiss there, snuck in with fake ID's to watch a band play. Chuckling as he remembered it, he realized Becky wasn't the only one who had lied about her age.

They'd come in a few times while she was training at the academy, but to see her here, across from his parents talking about her mom and dad, it felt so…right. His parents had always liked Becky, since they first met her at a show. They never pushed but were unabashedly excited when he said he was bringing her this weekend. It was wonderful, but also heart breaking.

As they finished their deserts, he turned to her, almost desperate to eliminate the confusion that was eating at him.

"Ya wanna stop by the old school?"

"Oh," she seemed surprised that he wanted to get her alone. "Yeah, that'd be lovely."

"We'll meet ya back at home," he told his parents as they pulled back on their coats.

"Have a nice time."

They walked along the quiet streets of Bray until they came upon the closed up school. It had gone through several owners since him and Paul had sold it. It was a dance studio for a while. She rounded the corner, down an alley before he could protest. A mural was fading from the concrete wall, the words NWA Ireland were still visible, painted in green and orange.

"Where it all began," she said quietly.

He came up behind her, standing close to her. "Yeah, where it all began."

They stood there for a moment, looking at the old hidden mural and unspeaking. After a while, she looked down the alley to the next street over and grabbed his hand.

"What're you doin'?" he asked as she pulled him towards the next street.

"C'mon, I wanna sit by the water."

"Why?" they crossed the next street.

"Because I want to."

Finn sighed as they came to the waterside and she sat on a bench facing the sea.

"Always loved this view," she said quietly.

He sat next to her and spoke softly, "me too. Bex?"

"Mhmm?"

"Why're we here?"

"What d'ya mean?"

"I know where we are. You know where we are."

"I just wanted to visit," she turned towards him, her eyelashes long and batting despite the innocent look on her face. "We had some nice times here."

"Like our first kiss?"

She blushed, "yeah like that."

"I'm not proud o' that."

"I am."

"You are?" his tone was deadpan. "That's new."

"Said ya always admired my courage."

"We shouldn't 'ave done it. I shouldn't 'ave done it."

She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious Bex. You were seventeen!"

"Yeah, okay, you're right. Not makin' excuses for ya. But I don' regret it." She stared out at the water, "plus, it was hard while I was train' to connect with guys my age."

He smiled at her softly, "yeah I know the feelin'."

"I'd go to school durin' the week and just…boys I grew up with, known all my life, I 'ad nothing in common anymore. No one understands our lives but us."

"I know. But ya were underage."

"It was one kiss, Finn."

"An' it never shoulda gotten that far."

"Fine, it is what it is. Worked out okay for us, yeah?"

"Yeah, I suppose," he smiled at her, "I'm glad you're in my life."

"Me too," she kissed him lightly on the cheek and he closed his eyes as her lips lingered. "C'mon, you're parents'll wonder where we are.

XXX

"Ferg!" his youngest brother ran up and gave him a big hug as they walked through the door.

"Kassy," he laughed, hugging back, "missed you."

"I'll come to your show next time, I promise." He pulled away and looked over Finn's shoulder at her, "hi Becky,"

She couldn't help but smile slyly as Finn's expression changed, "hi Kassidy,"

He came over to kiss her on the cheek, "good to see you,"

"Yeah, you too," she grinned, "Quinn around?"

"In the living room, I was makin' tea, you want one?"

"No," said Finn.

At the same moment, Becky said, "sure."

Kassidy looked from one to the other, "alright, we'll meet ya in there then,"

Finn seemed unsure, but left them as he made his way back to the others in the living room. Kassidy took another tea bag from the cupboard. He eyed her from the side.

"What's he all grumpy 'bout?"

"Oh," she shrugged, "think he's just had a lot going on, work and all."

"He's never liked leaving the two of alone," he chuckled, "the way he acts, ya think you're the sibling he wants to protect."

"Yeah, well, he's always thought o' me like a sister."

The kettle went off, but over the sound, she could just make out Kassidy laugh and roll his eyes, "bullshit."

Later, in his childhood bedroom, she could feel Finn's eyes on her as she pulled on a sleepshirt.

"What?" she asked finally.

"Ya sure about this? I can sleep on the floor or-" he leaned against the window, sweatpants low on his hips, no shirt. Even that was more than he usually wore to bed.

"Don't be silly," she climbed into bed, they'd ended up in bed together enough times to have sides by now.

"I'm not gonna be able to keep him away from ya," he said as he took his side.

"Kassy?" she teased.

"The Demon."

"It'll be fine, Finn," she curled up against him, knowing full well he wouldn't resist. Her leg looped around his and she felt him sigh heavily as her hand came to rest on his abdomen. "Goodnight."

In the dark, cuddled against each other, she listened to the sound of his heart beat and let her fingertips trace the ridges of his body. His eyes were closed but his breath wasn't steady, he was awake. She trailed a little too low and heard a chuckle above her, when she looked up his eyes were open and darkened.

"Don't stop on my account, love," he said thick and gruff.

"He'll be cross,"

"So let him be cross," the Demon said. "He's losin' his mind at how long it's been since he had ya." His eyes challenged her, "keep goin'."

Her fingers slipped under his waist band and his lips twisted into a devious smile as her breath hitched slightly. Wrapping her hand around him, he brought his hands to rest behind his head and enjoyed it for a moment. Deciding he was content, he caught her hand.

"it's nice, love, but I'd rather turn this around."

"Is that right?" she tossed back.

"Win-win. He likes to pleasure ya, and I will so enjoy watchin' ya unable to make a sound."

"I-"

"Uh uh," he pressed one finger to her lips and one against the thin fabric of her underwear.

His eyes stayed trained on her and his lips smug as he slipped them down and the shirt up. He rolled one nipple between his fingers roughly and ran his tongue over the other. She murmured but held it in after an eyebrow raise from Finn. His hands held her hips down before in roughly pushed one finger in. It surprised her and a gasp escaped her mouth. He stilled his hand and brought his face close to hers.

"Bex!" he hissed, "don't ya dare. Make another sound an' I'll stop."

"Fine, but I'm not gonna be able to-"

"Oh then I guess ya won't be to finish then, will ya?" he smirked, pumping in slowly.

She let her head lean back against the pillow, her teeth barely leaving her lips as he went to work. It was harder than she expected, feeling her lungs struggled to fill and her body shake as she kept every little sound bottled inside. He switched to two, and then pushed down on her lower abdomen, intensifying the feeling. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled back, looking up into his for sympathy. Naturally, his were twinkling, amused at the look on her face as she writhed.

"Ya know, love, I don't think I've ever seen ya look this sexy."

"Oh are ya enjoyin' my pain?"

"Only if you're enjoyin' it." He kissed her softly.

"I am," she whispered.

In response he ramped up his pace, making her brain feel like it was about to explode as she bit down on her lip again. Her body was shaking but she couldn't ride with it without the moans coming pouring out of her. At the first sense of stinging, she stopped his hand and he delicately pulled himself out, running his hands up and down her inner thighs.

She tried to catch her breath as Finn slipped out to wash his hands. When he returned, he kissed her on the forehead and helped her fix her pajamas. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her in close.

"He'd ever give ya somethin' like that?" he teased.

"No, he's too good to me."

"Psh, he doesn't realize what ya like."

"An' I like bein' messed with, do I?"

"Based on your face right now, I'd say so."

She pouted and he laughed. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to ya tomorrow night in the hotel. You can scream all ya want then."