Previously:

"Ah… Rory, truth or dare? And remember, you have to say dare."

Rory rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Dare."

Finn's eyes darkened and his smile disappeared.

This was his chance.

"Kiss me."

Chapter Three: A Not So Little Problem.

Rory stilled for a full 30 seconds, unable to comprehend his words.

"Kiss… you?"

Finn just cocked his eyebrow and stared back at her.

She considered the proposition, looking at him now, fully, for the first time. The planes of his face were dangerous, his lips seeming impossibly soft.

Her eyes traveled over his shoulders, and the toned flesh, much darker than her own. When she let her eyes fall on his chest, it was becoming more difficult not to immediately perform the dare.

Every muscle stood out; wonderfully sculpted as if by the hands of a master, skin the color and texture of perfection.

Rory leaned forward on her hands and Finn let his eyelashes fall to his cheeks, expecting her lips on his own. There was only a second before contact when he could feel her warm breath on his shoulder.

Rory made a wet trail from one shoulder to the next, stopping only to nibble slightly on his collarbone.

Fireworks were shooting down his spine, behind his eyes. He barely resisted the urge to pull her into his lap and take her mouth with his. But he couldn't risk scaring her away, not when he was this close to earning her friendship.

When her lips began to trail further down, Finn's eyes flew open. Small hands pushed his shoulders back until he was lying diagonally across the bed, Rory hovering above him.

She tasted him greedily. She had never wanted so badly to merely explore the texture and luxuriousness of another's body.

Her tongue was tracing his abs when he knew he had to stop her. He was straining against his pants nearly to the point of blinding pain.

When he pulled away, Rory sat back on her heels and tried to calm herself. She didn't want to look flushed after only kissing his chest.

One look in his eyes had her heart rate racing again.

He wanted her, possibly more than he'd wanted any woman. He wanted her and in that moment, with her eyes locking to his, he made his decision; he would have her.

Whether he was going to collect on his bet or not was another matter altogether.

Colin was right.

This girl was really getting to him.

His attempt to lighten the mood failed miserably.

"Rory, love, when someone says 'kiss me' you don't always have to kiss them everywhere."

He enjoyed the blush that spread gracefully upon her cheeks.

She shrugged.

"Afraid of something, Finley? Your voice isn't quite steady there."

Finn, in his own good-natured manner, felt it was his duty to scare some sense into the naïve girl.

"Well, my dear, I'm hard as a rock over here. So unless you want to take care of it for me, don't complain. Alright love?"

The blush was back. He was sure it reached all the way to her toes.

He wondered how it looked upon her chest.

Unsure what else to do, Rory just laughed. She was a bit scared of Finn. She'd promised herself she wouldn't be involved with any more rich playboys, but she'd fallen right into severe lust with the worst of them.

"Truth or dare, Finn?"

"Dare."

Rory had a thought and laughed. Thinking he would undoubtedly take the shots instead, she went ahead with it.

"I dare you to take care of your little problem, right now. Here."

Finn felt as though he'd been hit over the head with a blunt object. Possibly a piano.

"First off; my 'problem,' is not so little. Get that out of your mind. Second; you're out of your league here. Playing with fire will always get you burned."

Finn began to unbutton his pants.

He loved how wide her eyes got.

"Finn!"

Rory took a moment to realize that Finn was simply going through with the dare.

She couldn't force herself to look away.

Finn stopped for a second before pulling down the zipper, taking in the frightened look on her face.

He sighed and re-buttoned his pants.

"I think that's enough fun for the night darling, don't you?"

He could see relief, it was expected.

Disappointment was a surprise.

"Unless… you want to continue?"

Rory shook her head vigorously.

Finn laughed. Rory had the impression he was laughing at her.

"I think we've both had enough drink and activity for tonight. I'll be going back to my dorm to sleep now…"

But Finn was having a little trouble walking.

Rory helped him up and they looked at each other for a second, caught in one another's' eyes.

"Couch?"

Rory's offer sounded like heaven to Finn. He knew he'd have a hangover in the morning, but it wouldn't be as bad as Rory's. He might have drunk more than Rory, but he was also more tolerant. He almost never got sick anymore.

This way he would be there to help Rory when she woke up the next morning with an imaginary (and unfriendly) jackhammer between her eyes.

Finn sat unsteadily on the couch as Rory went to find a pillow and blankets.

She stumbled back into the room but stopped in the threshold.

His face was mostly in shadows, but light had filtered through the curtains and was playing beautiful shadows across his face and chest.

His body, now lying horizontally, was perfect.

She wanted to create a statue and keep it with her for all time.

Rory covered him with the blanket, setting the pillow on the table. She lowered herself carefully next to him and let her hands trace the planes she was so fascinated with.

Convinced he was passed out; Rory bent and brushed a tender kiss to his brow.

"Goodnight Finn."

Just before she closed her door, there was a soft reply.

"Goodnight, love."

A/N: Don't believe the rumors; contrary to popular opinion: REVIEWS, not DIAMONDS, are a girl's best friend. So please?

Although I did just get a diamond engagement ring. cheesy smile