Before they knew it, it was the week of the wedding. By Tuesday night Rory was ready to kill someone. When Finn came home he found her in the library curled up under a blanket with a book, obviously ignoring the rest of the world. He stood and watched her for a few minutes, he loved how absorbed she could become in any story she reads allowing herself to fall into a fantasy world and ignore the real world. He looked at her phone where it sat on the counter charging, it had forty-three missed calls. Finn was willing to bet a lot of them were from Emily, Francine, Lorelai and even his own mother. With a sigh he moved closer to her crouching in front of her to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, causing her to look up which is when he captured her lips in a slow, deep, sensuous kiss.

"Hi," Finn said huskily.

"Hi, not that I'm complaining but what was that for?" Rory asked, quietly trying not to disturb the peaceful quiet atmosphere in their library.

"I was just standing there watching you read, looking so beautiful and peaceful, I was overcome with gratitude that I get to marry you this weekend." Finn said shyly, realising that sentence sounded a lot more cheesy than he had intended it too.

Rory looked at her fiance, his hair was slightly too long the curls going past the nape of his neck and some stuck under his collar, his shirt had several buttons undone and was rumpled from being under his jacket on the way home from work, he looked deliciously disheveled so Rory pulled him down onto the couch beside her and into a kiss.

The kiss went from chaste to passionate in mere seconds. Rory's tongue quickly claimed his mouth releasing a soft moan from her. Rory didn't even consider what his hands could be doing at the moment until one suddenly stroked over her breast. Even through her tank top, the feel was exhilarating. He continued to lovingly stroke it until her erect nipple was prominent through the fabric.

As he caressed the sensitive bump, he leaned over to press adoring kisses on her cheek, just beside her ear. She couldn't help but close her eyes and just revel in the feel for a minute. Finn's body was right against hers and she could feel his excitement on her thigh. His hands went under her tank top and slid it up her torso. Rory sat up just enough to pull it over her head and as she was clear of the fabric, she collapsed onto the couch again. Her hair was spread around her head like a halo, her face had a flush that made her glow and it moved all the way down to her bare breasts and taut stomach. Finn stared at her for a moment, the shadow of a delighted smile crossing on his face before he leaned down to suck on her neck again, laying over her at last. Rory loved the weight of him. He was strong and capable, but she could easily move and adjust herself under him. Maybe it was cliche, but she couldn't help but think how perfect they fit together.

He pressed soft, delicate kisses down her neck to her collar bone and at last to her chest. He first kissed her sternum where he remained for a long time. Rory bit her lip, only to keep from crying out that she needed him. Her breasts were aching; she needed to be touched desperately. At the very least, as Finn pressed a kiss to one curve, he lifted his one hand to lightly tickle over a hardened rosy nipple. She whimpered lightly at the subtle caress, loving it and wanting more at the same time.

"Finn... please..." She whined softly, adjusting her legs to try and bring him closer.

He let out a chuckle. "All you had to do was ask."

Finn was loving this, hearing her grumble lightly. He adored having this authority over her. He wanted to drag this out, to savor every touch and kiss, he could definitely put off his own needs for the time being. He pressed sensitive kisses along her breast until finally he engulfed her nipple in his mouth, sucking and toying it with his tongue. Rory let out a satisfied moan. His other hand came up and cupped her other breast, massaging it gently. The moans and soft squeaks coming from this gorgeous girl were making his mind foggy. Even now, Finn still had to keep reminding himself this wasn't a dream, that the woman of his dreams was not only lying here for his pleasure, wanting him in turn, but that she would be his wife within the week.

His mouth moved to the other nub and suckled it as well. Rory's legs adjusted on either side of him and he knew she was searching for some kind of pressure relief down there. Releasing her delicious nipple, he moved back up to meet her eyes, bringing her into another powerful kiss. As their tongues battled together, her hands running up and down his cotton covered back, lingering on the hem, he adjusted himself so his erection nuzzled right on the ache between her legs. She couldn't resist the moan that escaped from her throat, thankful he was still there to swallow it.

Finn had intended the move to drive her crazy, but it backfired. The feel of the sweet friction they created made him pause for a moment, relishing the sensation. He had to pull away for a moment to gather his composure again, letting out a slow moan.

"You're wearing too many clothes." Rory informed him, taking advantage of his moment of weakness. She pushed him back onto his knees, removing his shirt. He had such a beautiful, lean body. Just as he had, she started on his sternum, pressing light kisses on his heated body. The smell of him was so intense, like it was tattooed into his skin. Rory lightly dragged her tongue on his flesh, almost certain there was coffee infused in it she was so addicted to the taste.

She moved over and sucked on his pert nipple, just as he had done, and Finn knew he was slowly losing his lead. He let out deep, throaty moans and groans, lost in the feel of her kisses, the swirls of her tongue, those soft fingers, tracing the line of reddish brown hair down from his navel. He came back to Earth as she attempted to reach beneath his waistband.

"Oh, no," Finn said, taking her arms to push her away. "You're not getting off that easy, this is my show today."

"Finn..." Rory whined as he pushed her back on the couch.

"I love it when you say my name." He said sweetly, moving to claim her neck again. "It drives me crazy."

Light kisses were pressed on her neck and down her body as he pulled away from her. His hands positioned on her hips and bunched her pajamas in his hands. She lay back in anticipation as he slowly slid the last of her clothing away, tossing them aside. He knelt before her and stared at her in all her glory. Finn could resist her no longer. He returned to her neck, but didn't linger too long before moving back to her chest. Rory wasn't even trying to take control or even give him the same attention. She just lay back and savored the tender pleasure he was giving her.

As he claimed her breasts again, his one hand became like a spider, tickling her along her firm belly. Rory couldn't help but giggle, the prospect of where he was heading building the intensity. He abandoned the work on her chest to move up to her again and just as he brought her into a kiss, his fingers plunged into her moisten folds.

Finn adored the effect he was getting from her. The fact that she was so turned on, she had to pull away in order to cry out. It was difficult to control himself at the feel of the wetness under his fingers, but he managed it.

"Finn." She exhaled as he began to massage her clit. Her legs twitched and writhed on the couch, so many emotions and pleasures spreading over her face. Finn fell in love with her all over again, watching her begin to lose control.

"Rory," He sighed in her ear, listening to her struggle to keep her voice quiet. "You're so gorgeous... so wet… so soft..."

She forced her eyes to open and looked over to meet his, they were so bright and alive, looking at her with all the love he felt for her. The pressure and vehemence was building between her legs and Rory knew it would be soon. She bit her lip so hard it almost drew blood, she felt herself get closer and closer. She allowed her eyelids to fall and her head to drop back, ready to fall apart.

And then it stopped. Everything was still. Afraid she'd been in some torturous dream, Rory opened her eyes to find Finn had pulled away from her, kneeling between her legs smirking at her.

"What?" She looked at him confused, breathing heavily.

"Something wrong?" He asked with an innocent expression.

"Finn" She whined again, although this time in no way smiling. "I didn't finish!"

"I know," He grinned. "That's the plan."

"What plan?" She asked, sitting up on her elbows.

"You'll see, kitten." He answered, going to press tender kisses along her torso. She wanted to be mad, to protest and demand satisfaction, but as always she gave into him resolving to go at his pace and execute whatever plan this was.

The kisses on her skin were sweet and sensual. Rory lay back down and buried her fingers in his curls. He remained there for such a long time, wanting to be sure she was relaxed again, her coming orgasm now practically non-existent, and then began to move further south. Rory moved to spread her legs wider to give him better access, hoping her predictions of his next move were correct.

Settling between her legs, Finn took in the beauty of her slick sex. It made his erection throb so much, it was almost painful. He almost gave in to taking her right then but he composed himself. Everything had gone so perfectly so far, he had to keep going. Leaning forward, he ran a quick swipe of his tongue which made her jerk violently under him and let out a light, thankful sob. With a grin, he went in for more.

He alternated licking and suckling her engorged clit, sending pulse after pulse of titillation through her body. Her toes were curling of their own will and Rory was panting and choking as she tried to keep her voice quiet. His hand came back into play as he slid those same two fingers inside her, she shuddered a bit, feeling the heavenly pressure build and build.

Finn continued his slow work, gloating in the salty sweetness of her. God, she even tasted like vanilla. The tremble of her thigh muscles were a clock to the ticking time bomb between her legs. As her stifled cries became deeper and more desperate, he knew she was almost there. He gave another second or two of divinity before he came to a sudden stop and pulled away.

Just seconds before her release, everything halted again. Rory groaned in frustration. "Finn!" She cried in fury, her eyes - blazing with hysteria - spotted him kneeling before her again, stifling his giggles. "Why do you keep doing that!?"

"Relax," He whispered, sliding his damp hand along her lower belly to soothe her. "It's all a part of my plan."

"What plan is that, to frustrate me out of my mind!?" She exclaimed.

"No," he said through laughter. She was just so cute, so angry and disarrayed at the loss of a climax. Watching her made his body ache for her even more, but he held off. "Maybe to a small degree."

Rory couldn't be mad at him. As she sat up, she giggled, so taken at how adorable he was. Her hands landed on his pants and didn't give him a second to disagree. She pressed gentle kisses to his navel as she moved the garment off his hips and down his thighs. Her eyes landed on his fully erect cock and gasped, her hands sliding over his toned hips on either side of it.

Perhaps she should repay him for his recent attention. Rory leaned down and swiped a quick lick over the head of the member, causing him to twitch. Finn really didn't want to let her take over, but it happened before he could stop it. He was completely engulfed inside her hot, wet mouth and his eyes rolled in the back of his head, letting out a soft growl.

She chuckled again and the vibration made him groan even louder. His hands landed on her upper arms, bracing himself with the strength of her body. He was becoming just as helpless as she was, losing his composure. "God, Rory."

He needed all the strength he had to force her to stop. With only a slight bit of difficulty, he pulled her away and quickly laid her on her back again, nestling into the cradle of hips. He loved the feel of her bare thighs resting against his torso.

Finn reached for her hand and entwined their fingers together, he looked deeply into her eyes and whispered, "I love you" and with that shifted to sheath himself inside her.

Burying her face in his shoulder, she let out a muffled cry. Her arm wrapped around him, holding him close as she adjusted to the feel of him in her heat. Still clasping her hand in his, he gave her a few seconds before he slid out slowly and thrust back in at a gentle speed.

He did that over and over again, taking great care to go slow. After each thrust, she let out a light moan. She leaned back from his shoulder, resting her head back on the pillow. Finn rested his head on her brow and waited for her to open her eyes. As she did, he gave her a smile. She returned it eagerly. The emotions were so strong and the intimacy was so great, it was causing tears to build in her eyes.

Finn reached up to press another kiss to her temple, setting their rhythm a bit faster. Sweat was starting to build and pour over their skin, their pace picking up speed.

"Finn." Rory stammered out a cry. The teasing release building up for a third time. She couldn't bear it if she lost it again. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

"I wouldn't dream of it this time." He assured, hissing in her ear. "Just let go, I won't let you fall."

Her legs moved to wrap around his hips, reaching up to meet each of his thrusts. They weren't even trying to be silent anymore, forgetting why they needed to be quiet in the first place. Finn groaned as Rory's fresh fingernails dragged down his sweaty back, the warm heat building in his stomach and he couldn't wait to at last let go of his own release, anticipating it like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Finn, oh fuck, Finn!" She cried out, over and over in a sultry, breathy tone that made the hair stand on the back of his neck.

Finn wanted to hold out. He wanted to just be here, thrusting into her and bringing her burst after burst of pleasure until she passed out, but he couldn't keep his body at bay much longer. Needing her to reach her bliss, he released her hand at last and shifted to reach between them, beginning to massage her clit once more, bringing a throaty groan from her as she arched her back.

The ecstasy built more and more inside her. Rory was clawing so hard at Finn's lower back, she was afraid she'd draw blood, but it just couldn't be stopped. She'd been this close twice before and yet to reach the peak. His thrusts sped up, his hand applying more pressure and, bit by torturous bit, she grew closer, and closer, and closer. She was right on the edge, gasping and moaning as she stared into that great precipice, desperate to fall in.

And then it happened. Everything went white and silent around her as the climax finally consumed her, her world was nothing but pulsating bliss in every inch of her body. Finn slowed down his movements, holding back so he could watch her, wanting to take this all in. Her eyes rolling back as the emotions spread over her face, her relentless cries, every muscle in her body spasming around him, she was so beautiful, so free. Utterly and completely free. What felt like hours was only a matter of minutes. Her exhausted body finally collapsed on the couch, her hands sliding down the sides of his slick torso. Catching her breath, Rory opened her eyes and met Finn's, giving him a smile.

Rory wrapped her arms around him to bring him closer. He was still inside her, holding himself in check. "It's your turn, Baby," she growled, and brought him into a full kiss.

Finn was grateful, finally allowing his primal instincts to take control. His thrusts sped up, leaning down to burying his face in the crook of her shoulder and becoming completely unbridled.

"Oh, God, Rory" He moaned, reaching up to rest his lips against her ear, his speed becoming almost erratic. She was so foggy from her orgasm, she could hardly even think. It was surreal to be completely lost in the moment. There was no past, there was no future... there was just this. No problems, no fears... just a man and a woman making the most beautiful love.

Rory pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his brow. "I love you, Finn," She whispered against his salty skin. Her words gave him the last push he needed to reach his end. With a low, guttural groan of her name, he emptied inside her, grunting harsh expletives with each final vigorous thrust. Rory felt the shudder travel through his body, loving how he just let everything go. With a dazed smile, she ran her hand through his disheveled hair.

After a moment, he regained movement. His muscles went limp and Finn guided his body to lay completely on hers, burying his face in her neck, pressing a lazy kiss on her. Rory let out another sigh, wrapping her arm around him, holding him as close as possible.

"Hi," Finn spoke, leaning up to look Rory in the eyes.

"Not that I'm complaining but what brought that on?"

"I figured we both needed a little stress release, based on how many missed calls you have, and how many calls I have fielded today." Finn replied, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "Plus we hadn't christened the library yet."

Rory laughed at her fiance, as he smirked at her. "Okay I have to agree with you, that is definitely my preferred kind of stress release."

Finn adjusted Rory so she was laying against him on the couch. "I know we should probably get up and shower, but for now I just want to lay here, content with my hand in life, I love you Rory. Remember this moment this week everytime everything starts to get overwhelming."

"I love you too Finn, thank you," Rory replied, relaxing into him with a sigh. "We will survive this week and come out the other side, married." Rory looked at him carefully, trying to see if she could spot fear on his face but there was only excitement there. They would get through this week together.