Chapter Sixteen Money and Looks
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If you're the death of me darling,
I want to die
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"May I cut in?"
Rory turned, and shot Finn a look, unconsciously tightening her arms around Jess' neck. Jess watched as Finn stood there, waiting for a chance to dance with the girl in his arms. He laughed inwardly – how times had changed. "Yeah," he said, pulling away from Rory, taking her hand and kissing it, "I'll see you."
Rory groaned, and watched as Jess walked away from her, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor alone, leaving Finn to take Jess' now unoccupied place. He swept her into his arms, and rested his cheek against her temple, breathing lowly into her ear, as he tightened his grip, and swept her over the floor.
"I'm sorry," he breathed, "I should have asked you to be my date."
"Huh," Rory mumbled, growing uncomfortably content as Finn guided her around the hall.
"Kitten," he sighed, pressing a kiss to her temple, before pulling back slightly, "Please forgive me? The alcohol kills off my brain cells – I can't ever think straight… Especially around you, love."
Rory shrugged, pulling away from him, and grasping a hold of his hand. She stood there for a moment, taking in a deep breath, before leading him towards the terrace doors that Finn had been looking at earlier. Stepping into the cold, she walked to the railing, dropping Finn's hand.
She breathed in the cold, late December air, and thought about the last time she'd been on a terrace with a guy – and what had happened there. Propping her elbows on the railing, she glanced out over the acres upon acres of beautiful gardens, pathways, and fountains her family owned.
She bit her lip – taking in all that had changed about her in less then six months – she'd dated a guy she'd found revolting up until she slept with him. She was heartbroken and stalked by said guy, and she fell into deep, uncontrollable lust with the man she was standing on the terrace with.
Rory didn't chance a look his way, but rather, stared upwards, taking in the night sky. Rory Gilmore was different – she wasn't the society girl she was when her parents were married – she was the little girl Stars Hollow watched grow up with one difference. She had money—an enormous fortune. But somehow, Rory knew that she didn't know herself anymore.
"Love?" Finn said softly, walking behind her, and placing both of his arms on either side of her, encasing her against his body heart, and the cold railing. "I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her neck.
Rory sighed, and turned in his arms so she could face him, "Me too."
"You have nothing to be sorry for, kitten."
"I didn't like seeing you with your date."
Finn rose an eyebrow, and removed his left hand from the terrace railing, and pressed it against her cheek, cupping it. Rory liked that his hands weren't smooth, and untouched. They were chapped, and calloused, and rough. They felt perfect against her skin – the perfect amount of affection, and somehow they gave her comfort: like she knew he could protect her with his bare hands. "I know."
"I'm sorry, Finn. Truly sorry for saying what I said to you."
He nodded, "Likewise."
Sighing, Rory wrapped her arms tightly around Finn's neck, burying her head into his chest. She felt his arms encase her, and bring her closer to his body. She smiled slightly, liking how she fit perfectly in his arms. "I want to take things slow," she said, pulling away and looking up at him. "I don't…"she bit her lip, and closed her eyes, "I don't want to sleep with you… or anyone, for that matter, until I'm married."
"Kitten…"
"I mean, I can't say I'm a virgin, because we both know that's not true. But I don't want to have sex… Period. Even if I'm not going to be married for ten years – I don't want sex to be a part of my rela—"
"Love, it's fine. I understand," Finn said, kissing the corner of her mouth, letting his hands rest on her hips.
"Are you just saying that?"
"No," he laughed, pulling her flush against him, "do me the honor of being my Sheila?"
Rory laughed, and nodded, "I'd love to be your… Sheila, Finn."
"Good, now that that's settled – how about a rendezvous in my bedroom?"
"Finn!" Rory cried, smacking the back of his head. "What did I just say?"
"I was kidding." He told her, adding, bloody women, under his breath as he guided her back inside into the Ball Hall.
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"Bump chicka bow wow!" Lorelai called as she watched Rory walk towards her, "How was the make up sex?" Lorelai laughed as Rory walked towards her later on that evening, a glass of wine in hand, and Finn left behind to talk to Logan and Colin.
Rory shook her head, and shrugged, "We didn't have sex."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not going to have sex until I'm married."
Lorelai snorted, and coughed, sending the wine she'd just taken a sip of to go straight to floor. She looked at Rory quizzically, and shook her head, "But you're not a virgin!"
"I know," Rory said, taking a deep of her own wine, before shrugging, "But I just want to wait to sleep with anyone else until I know it's the right guy."
"I'll never understand your logic, kiddo," Lorelai said, linking her arm with Rory's and shaking her head, "So, hopefully all these rich, snobby people will leave soon."
"We're rich, snobby people."
"Yes, but we were fortunate."
"How so?"
"We were born with money and looks."
"Oh, how right you are," Finn said, stepping up behind them, and wrapping his arm around Rory's waist, "Two beautiful women, and all for me. I must have been a saint. in a past life."
"Or a pain in the ass," Rory mumbled, kissing his cheek, before pulling at from him, linking her arm with her mother's again, "I'll see you in a bit. I want to spend some time with my mom."
Finn nodded, and shrugged, "And I'll go lose all since of sobriety with Logan and Colin. Ah, excuse me, a glass of Guinness is calling my name."
Rory laughed, and watched him go before turning back to her mother. "Do I hear wedding bells? Dum, dum, dum – here comes the bride!"
"Ugh, and here we go."
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