MetroCourt, Port Charles

The MetroCourt was crowded with people; the wave of what looked to be conference-goers is moved to and from the ballroom while the hotel staff rushed to deliver requested drinks and handle reservations. The babble of bottled up conversations being now released with fervor. Anna hesitated for a brief second outside the elevator, her hand reaching tentatively towards the arrow that the would take her to him. He hadn't told her what room he was in, and she has resisted using her spy skills to find out. A friendly front desk attendant had recognized her from her days of being a regular guest in Finn's room. She had inquired if she would be joining him in Room 405 for the night, and Anna had forced a smile and said she didn't know but thanked her for asking. She almost lost her nerve, but knowing that Finn was in this building and her need to see him renewed her purpose.

She walked out the elevator and into the hallway, only to be halted in her steps. Her doubt returned in full force. Maybe she should turn around and head home. Home… Home was with Finn and Violet; all she had to return to was a house.

Maneuvering her way through the stream of people to-ing and fro-ing, she approached the hotel room door, once again unsure of the proper way to approach the situation. After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. She tried her best to make it purposeful but not too loud. Why was she overthinking this? She sighed to herself; because he had left.

She waited. Moments passed, and she could hear no movement behind the door or detect signs of a shadow passing over the keyhole to indicate that anyone was in the room. Of course, she thought, he could be at the hospital. She has just assumed his shift was over. She contemplated this silly notion as her hand reached out to tap on the door a second time. She barely grazed the surface with her knuckles when the door opened, and Finn's face looked at her with surprise. Anna could feel the heat rising beneath her skin as anxiety washed over her.

"Hello," she said nervously. She didn't know what to do with her hands and tried to keep them from wringing together and betraying her agitation, but it was no use. He didn't respond but stood rigidly and looked at her, his blue eyes hard as flint. His blue dress shirt was untucked the collar open, and a tie was in his hand. She couldn't tell if he was getting dressed to leave or getting comfortable after a day of doctoring. She realized she must look awkward just standing there staring at him. After the hubbub of the downstairs, the dim corridor provided a quiet respite, but the turmoil in her heat roiled like an angry sea.

"I know you have been busy, but I haven't heard from you, but I want to talk. I need to talk. I want to know when you and Violet will be coming home. If you will be coming home?" She thought about the words that they shouted at each other is anger and pain.

You betrayed me!

I did it because I love you!

I have a second chance. I have to take it!

Violet and I can't be here right now.

"So...do you have time?" She tilted her head, the sound of their argument echoing in her head, making her regret many of the moments that brought her to this door. His face was still as a statue; not one expression betrayed what he was feeling. She was unnerved by the lack of emotion.

"You know what? This was probably a bad idea. I shouldn't have come here unannounced. I 'm-," she started to give voice to a heartfelt apology, feelings were threatening to burst like a dam, but before she got a chance to explain herself, Finn took hold of her hand and pulled her over the threshold. He pushed her against the door, his lips on hers.

Anna gasped in surprise, barely able to register what was happening before she was swept away by her want of him. She craved his arms holding her tight. He ran his hand through her hair and pressed his forehead to hers. Tears must have been flowing because he brushed them away with his thumb and then crushed her to him.

"I know that we need to talk, but right now, Anna, I just need to be near you, touch you. Will you let me." His voice was a low growl in her ear.

In answer, she kissed him ravenously again and again, unashamed in her hunger, one that only he could satisfy. He instantly responded to her desire, hand caressing her cheek, tasting her deeply. Her body's heat was rising with each press of their lips, her intense need urging him on. Their lips still locked, he pulled her forward, away from the door, and towards the opposite side of the room, pressing Anna firmly against the wall. The muffled groan that he swallowed from her lips, indicating her approval.

They both gasped loudly as their mouths finally part, breathing ragged and chests heaving as Finn moved his lips to her neck, lapping at her increasing pulse, his hand moving up to the waistband of her skirt, and he pulled her blouse loose and over her head. It was discarded, and her fingers flew over his buttons, and his shirt was pushed from his shoulders. She pressed her lips to the lines imprinted on his arms; then, she nuzzled him softly before she raised her eyes to his, and she claimed his lips again.

She stifled another moan as her hips pressed forward, demanding more, and Finn was more ready to comply. His hand advanced down beneath the side split of her skirt, hand grazing the inside of her thigh with deliberate pressure before he reached a delicate barrier of fine lace, making Finn swallow a low groan as his fingers press and rub against the fabric, making her hips arch forward involuntarily.

Her eyes were wide and glossy, and she impatiently reached for his belt, undoing the buckle and then the pants' zipper. Soon hands were touching kneading, delighting in the feel of each other and sounds of pleasure that emanated from each touch.

Now neither of them was able to wait any longer. The unexpectedness of their separation left them wanting each other; they could not deny how their bodies yearned to be together even if the gulf of their disagreement was pulling them apart. His fingers retreated only to find her zipper and remove any last physical barrier between them. Their hearts would have to sort out the rest later. No matter what their future held, they would not regret this moment.

He lifted her leg to encircle his waist. Her mouth parts in breathless expectation as he very surely pressed into her. Anna's head fell back against the wall, her lips closing tightly as she stopped herself from moaning out loud.

"I love you, Anna. I love you. I love you!" Finn pushed in further, hips flush, adjusting the angle, savoring the feel of her around him. He sensed a deep moan of his own looming too close to the surface of his lips, but before he cried out, lips pressed against his mouth, smothering the sound. The gesture only aroused him further, and he raised her other leg, wrapping it around his body, his grip secure on her hips. Her hands left his hair to grasp his shoulders for support. He begins to move, pressing her harder against the wall.

His pace increased as he held onto her hips with bruising strength. He moved his mouth to her neck once more, relishing the rapid throb of her pulse; he wanted to suck the skin that covered its beat but knew better than to leave marks in such a visible place, settling instead for a deep kiss. Anna's fingers tangled again in his hair, pulling fiercely. Her other hand continued to press against his shoulder, hastening him in his movements.

As the conscientious rhythm continued, Finn felt Anna's muscles tensing much sooner than usual. She came quickly, so high-strung after all the separation, anticipation, and heartache. Her tightly shut lips gave way, and a loud moan left her mouth, echoing across the room; to Finn, it was the perfect sound. He continues to thrust unyieldingly, wanting to lose himself the feel of her. Only when her trembling abated, he grunted a few low rumbles into her ear, his body as desperate for release as hers. His head rested on her shoulder as they held each other, their breathing turning slower, the air around them heavy and suffused with the scent of their pleasure. Finally, he set her down on the floor with care; her legs swayed, but she quickly regained her balance.

He ran his fingers through his hair, bringing the strands back to its previous order. He then stepped behind Anna, his hand reaching out to smooth her disheveled locks, his eyes carefully inspecting her back and luckily finding no signs of her being backed up against such a solid surface. He finished his survey with a brief kiss on her shoulder. The softness of the caress brought tears back to her eyes. Such an intimate moment was at odds with the emotional distance that resumed between them once their clothes were back on. Anna's had secretly hoped that Finn would pull her to the bed so she could nestle in his arms, and she could finally sleep.

"We need to talk. But it's almost time to get Violet from school..." His gaze was somber. Anna shook her head and placed a hand on his chest, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips, a slow and gentle one. He didn't pull away.

"It's alright. Now probably isn't the right time considering…what just happened."

"Anna, I need you to know that my love for you is not in doubt."

"I know. That's what makes this so painful." Anna bent to pick up the clutch that had fallen unceremoniously to the floor when he pulled her into the room. She secured it under her arm and walked towards the door. She attempted a smile but couldn't manage it.

"I promise to call you tomorrow, ok?" he said. This time he avoided her eyes.

"Tomorrow." she nodded.

As she left the building, all she could think was that another sleepless night lay before her, and she didn't know how many more would follow.

*Authors Note: I hadn't planned on posting this chapter because we have not really seen Finn and Anna together since their argument save for a brief moment at the MC. But after encouragement from those that previewed it, I decided to throw it up for fun anyway. I hope you enjoy.