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"Then it was for this reason that you never let me go visit you in the new apartment!" Concluded Rory, staying in the right place to throw the first dart toward the target, while Finn waited with his darts in hand and giving a gulp in his bottle of beer. "You would only join me here in the pub or in granny's house, and it was because you were living with the president of the company!" He observed, after having played and collected his three darts, when it was Finn who took his position to do the same.

"Exactly, dude. I was living with her and I apologize for not telling you, but it was complicated." Finn sat down to the table, beside his cousin, after having done the points needed to win the game, leaving the target for other players.

"AND now you're not living together anymore, right?" He asked, in order to see if he had understood correctly. "You're still together, but you don't live in the same place."

"Yeah! I returned to my apartment." He confirmed. "We were together, but she didn't want to assume it, didn't want anybody to know it, so I ended up breaking it off. Then she changed her mind, and decided she was willing to date for real, but I thought I better start everything different this time... start as all normal dating, with each one in its own apartment."

"It's the only thing they talk about in the company right now, you know?" Rory commented, spearing a fried potatoe and placing it in his mouth. "On monday someone saw you guys arriving together and news spread quickly! You could at least have told me, so I wouldn't seem such an dumb, as I did, huh?"

"I'm sorry, man. I really am! But on monday I had those meetings outside, and yesterday... well, you already knew the part that I could tell you there, anyway." He shrugged.

The two boys had gone to the pub they used to attend on Wednesdays, even while he lived with Rachel, the only exception being a few times when she demanded his presence in a Wednesday evening and he, then, gave an excuse to his cousin. Finn took the opportunity to tell almost the entire truth to the Irish guy, omitting only that the relationship in the beginning was purely sexual, involving domination.

He had plans to talk to him before the gossip started, but was distracted during his first weekeend as Rachel's boyfriend. On Saturday, after having lunch together, as he had promised her they would, they returned to watch The Big Bang Theory and began a marathon of The Vampire Diaries that lasted until the evening. Brittany served dinner for them on the outside, by the pool, to seize the pleasant climate of that night, and they stayed lying on the lounge chairs, chatting and making out, until they became sleepy and he decide to go back to his apartment. On Sunday, they sunbathed for the major part of the day, and during the other party they made love in his old bedroom, where he ended up falling asleep, which made them go to work together on Monday and the chitchat to start.

"It's okay. I won't be upset with you for something so banal." Rory smiled. "But tell me more! How did it start? Is it serious?"

"For me it is serious." He said, with a dreamy expression that he couldn't avoid when thinking of Rachel. "I really like her." He drank a gulp of beer, thinking about how to answer the other question. "It began kind of oddly, you know? With the hiding things and such. But now it will be different... it will be all right. I even want to have a first official date with her, cause we still didn't have one. I just don't know what to do yet. Any suggestion?" He laughed.

"You could travel with her to a beach... or mountain. What does she prefer?"

"I think mountain, but I don't know. I think I want a tradicional date and not a trip. At least for a while." Of course he would love to travel with her, but only when she'd become prepared to sleep together. But Rory didn't need to know about this part of the story.

"There's a very good Cuban restaurant on Market Street and there's The Plow and the Stars..."

Finn pretended he was paying attention in his best friend's tips, after all he was being very nice trying to help him, but the truth is that he didn't even know why he had asked. Rory was not the romantic type and he only frequented places overflowing with people, with loud music and in which alcohol was the main attraction. He would not criticized the guy, after all he was single and young, and should enjoy life. But this had never been his idea of fun and, howsoever he had changed and was willing to possibly experience it, he wouldn't do it in his first official date with the woman he loved.

At the end of the night, he already had an idea of where to lead the brunette and made the necessary reserves the next day. It was difficult talking to her on thursday and avoid saying something about the date, and on Friday, when he came to her home, he would have easily spoilt the surprise telling her everything, if he hadn't been the one amazed by being received in a way that he couldn't expected at all.

Rachel had left work earlier that afternoon, determined to do something different for Finn. She chose a romantic dinner, even with this seeming a little cliche, because for her everything was new and for him it certainly wasn't also a common occurrence. So she went to the supermarket with Britt, who helped her buy the ingredients for the dish she wanted for the occasion, and then went to the kitchen to do it by herself.

However, things had not occurred exactly as she expected. Making gnocchi with potatoes seemed something so simple in the recipe, but when she decided to taste it, she ended up spitting out everything in the trash, because its texture was absolutely horrible. She thought about cooking spaghetti or penne then, even if it hadn't been the original idea, to use at least the sauce, but, after tasting it too, she threw the wooden spoon with strength into the sink, frustrated because it was too salty.

Then she decided to concentrate in decor and in her own appearance, not to call it a day. She put white candles in crystal chandeliers, arranged in the center of a table covered with a navy blue terrycloth towel, and positioned the dishes, cutlery and napkins in their proper places. She took a long shower and put on a sexy dress, but no vulgar, supplementing the visual with light makeup.

"You liked it, right?" She asked him, when they finished eating, hours later. After all, he had eaten two plates of gnocchi with funghi sauce. He had praised everything, especially her looks, but eating everything and repeating was an even greater praise. Unfortunatly it was not for her food!

"I loved it! Everything was delicious."

"Finn?" She drew his attention, while he passed a napkin on his lips.

"Yeah?"

"I lied to you. I didn't make it." She confessed, ashamed. "I really tried, but nothing came out right! I ended up calling delivery." She completed, frustrated .

"I figured it out, Rach." He laughed, considering her shame truly cute. "Almost nobody does this kind of sauce right in a first attempt... and neither gnocchi. AND you're not used to cooking."

"Yeah." She agreed, but still grimacing. "Yet you really can cook and I wanted so much to do this for you. This is the first time I try to do something to someone else, and... I wonder if I only know how to do things for myself, you know?"

"Rach, you did something for me! Look at all this! It doesn't matter if food came from a restaurant, if you did the most important thing remembering what is my favorite dish, even when I had told you about it just once."

"I made the dessert also and I think it's good." She laughed.

"What is it?" He asked like a lively child.

"Petit gateau with mint ice cream."

"Huuuuum... " He practically groaned, passing his tongue through the lips.

"If we hadn't just finished eating, I wouldn't let you lick your lips this way without consequences." She assured him, seductive, standing up to fetch dessert. She would leave for her employees only the cleaning at the end of meal, because she wanted privacy at that moment.

In the end, Rachel proved not being so clumsy in the kitchen as she said, because she had done a perfect petit gateau, and this is not a dessert so easy to do. The syrup was also homemade and had the right texture, and the mint ice cream of a leading of market brand just complimented that victual of gods. The "cherry on the cake" was the liquor of amarula they drank in the main room of the apartment, where they listened to music and talked a lot, and made love at the end of the night.

"I loved our dinner." He said, when they were lying on the couch, still naked, with her entire body practically above his, thanks to the little space they had there. It wasn't an uncomfortable position, however, but in fact pleasurable. He was caressing her back, while she returned the gesture by scratching lightly his arm.

"I loved it too."

"But I wanna take you out, in a real date. We already had too much time inside the house!" He complained, although playfully. "I have plans for tomorrow night. I'll come here at nine."

"Where are we going?" She asked, curious.

"I'll do you a surprise, like you did one for me today. You'll have to wait." He squeezed the tip of her nose, in a different gesture of affection that was becoming a habit for him.

"But I need to know what to wear." She pouted.

"Good attempt! But I don't need to tell you anyway. You just need to know that I'm using suit, with no tie." She smiled and gave him a kiss then, transmitting all her anxiety for what the following night had to offer for them.

And we can say that the program corresponded fully the expectations! Even before arriving at the restaurant, he opened a bottle of champagne in the car, drived by Sam, proposing a toast to their new relationship, and they shared caresses and kisses. She was radiant, even having to retouch her lipstick and clean his lips with a handkerchief, before leaving the vehicle, when they finally arrived at the place chosen by him. She was even more surprised seeing how the place was beautiful and fancy.

Any person would say that everything in there matched perfectly with her status as a president of a large company of jewelry, but this was precisely the one thing that, when she thought of it, made her a little worried. Mainly because she could be a millionaire, but luxury was not the thing that mattered most to her in life. In fact, it never was, as strange as it may seem!

"Finn, this place is... WOW!" She said, releasing the air, as if it were without breath, when they were already sitting at the table and he had requested a wine. "And I don't want you to misunderstand me because I'm in love with everything, but... you didn't need to do all this." She said, sincerely. "I have a lot of money and expensive things, but I don't care about them more than I care about you and being around you. I would be happy with you anywhere... we could have gone to a more simple restaurant."

"We're gonna eat in more simple restaurants too, but it's our first date." He said, smiling. "I wanted a romantic place... a special place."

"Mas..." She was still worried, but was also afraid to verbalize it and offend him.

"But it is very expensive for a counter?" He questioned her, but he seemed to be having fun with her hesitation, and did not sound annoyed.

"I didn't want to insult you, Finn." She put a hand on his and looked directly into his eyes. "I just worry. It's not fair with you to spend so much with me in one night."

"It won't be lacking, Rach. If so, we would not be here. I wouldn't spend with dinner if I would fail to have money for something important." He assured her. "I don't really have a salary in the company that is enough for me to be in a place like that, although you pay salaries above the market. But that fact is that fortunately I have other sources of income that allow me this. I'm not a millionaire like you, but my father was an investor and left me a lot of money. I not even need to work for you... it would suffice to administer carefully everything he left. I just like to have an occupation and I have a kind of passion for numbers, even knowing this seems kind of weird." He laughed.

"You are fascinating, Finn. Weird can be fascinating." She said, staring at him, lifting her glass of wine and making the second toast of the night.

On that Saturday, they fucked in main room, in the TV room and in the kitchen, and then they saw the sunrise sitting by the pool, with part of their legs submerged in water, before Finn went back to his own apartment. On Sunday, it was she who suggested that they should go out, so they went to the movies and had a snack at a cafe near it after that.

At the end of the following week, they visited an ice skating rink, suggested by him, and went to a place called Helium Comedy Club to see a presentation of stand up comedy, by her suggestion, because she had already noticed how much he adored comedies and used to laugh easily with them. She couldn't believe that, one day, she had thought that he was too serious. Appearances really can deceive us and we must be careful with them!

They established a normal routine for a couple and soon came the weekend when they would celebrated a month of dating. Finn prepared a new surprise for the girl and led her to the Sugarhouse Casino, where they had a fun evening, sipping colorful frozen drinks and risking their luck in the data, at the roulette, Blackjack, Poker and slot machines, among other games. As common as it is, luck was beside them in the beginning, but completely abandoned them at a certain time of night, when the brunette, who was already a little affected by alcohol and epinephrine, gave a suggestion he couldn't refuse.

"I's rather play Strip Poker at home than play this game, baby!"

"Only if the winner is allowed to choose in which places of the apartment we're gonna fuck after that." He proposed in whispers, his voice sweetly hoarse, and she agreed.

When they arrive home, they had to count on a lot of self-control that they not even knew they had, for them not to start to pull off the clothes of one another, before the game began. They got the cards and played the first round, in which a Full House won against a Flush and Rachel lost her shoes. In the second, it was Finn who lost his and in the sequence his socks were discarted. In the fourth round, a Flush won against a Three of a Kind and Rachel took off her dress, making Finn get excited and drink half of his beer at a time.

With two more rounds, he was without jacket and shirt, but then he won twice and Rachel lost pantyhose and bra, which she took away slowly, truly making a striptease for him. She still had time to make him lose his trousers, but lost her panties when she showed she had only a Straight against his Four of a Kind. The last piece of clothing was also taken off with calm, while they stared at each other intently, she throw it in his direction and he took it in the air, smiling dumbly.

"You know what it means, right, miss?" He asked her, already grasping her by the waist and pulling her body to his. Their faces were close and one felt the hot breath of the other.

"Means that you'll choose where you're gonna fuck me!" She replied, nailing his back.

"I wanna do it in your room." He dared to declare, carrying her in his arms, despite being prepared to hear a protest.

However, the protest didn't come and she smiled tenderly, in the midst of the sexual tension.

Rachel was sincerely trying to open up, therefore it was time for Finn to know a little more about her intimacy.