No way in hell was Rory going to be able to sleep with everything that had just happened. The one thing that stuck at the front of her mind was the fact that she seemed to be craving the way he made her feel as his hands and lips travelled over her body. Completely baffled, Rory flung herself onto the bed as she thought about the arrogant, jackass Aussie, who had just made her feel more alive then coffee ever had. Groaning she rolled over and was surprised when she heard light knocking at her door. Opening on of her eyes, she was surprised to find the Spanish sunlight creeping in through the hotel balcony, so much for not being able to sleep.
Mumbling to herself, she opened the door to find a perky Emily Gilmore holding a cup of coffee in front of her, as she informed Rory that she needed to be down for breakfast in 30 minutes.
Showering, she dressed in a small black dress with black heels, deciding to leave her hair curling down her back. She put on a simple silver necklace, silver hoop earrings and some lip gloss before heading down to the dinning hall. As she walked amongst the tables in search of her grandparents, she couldn't help but feel someone's eyes boring into her back. Looking over her shoulder, she saw no one she recognised, so she continued looking for her grandparents. As she walked deeper into the tables she was shocked as a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. Tracing her eyes up the hand, to its owner she gasped as she her eyes collided with a familiar pair of emerald eyes that were quickly darkening with lust. Everything seemed to have disappeared as they held each others eyes, before they were yanked out of the cosy little world by Emily calling Rory's name.
Looking back at Finn, she pulled her arm gently out of his and walked towards her grandma, all the while feeling his eyes following her across the room. Looking back, she saw his eyes skim over her body before resting on her hips as she walked. As if he sensed her looking, his eyes shot up to hers before winking and turning back to face the other people at his table.
Finn thought that maybe his luck had come back to him as he saw Rory stroll into the room. Her eyes seemed to be scanning for someone and he had the brief thought that she was meeting her boyfriend here. That was immediately wiped from his mind as she closer to his table. Before he could think his hand shot out to grab her wrist. He felt her stiffen as she traced his hand up to his eyes. He heard her soft gasp that made him think back to last night and sounds she made in response to his actions. As his eyes locked onto hers the world seemed to evaporate and he felt as if the two of them were in their own little world. Unfortunately for him, fate decided that it would have some fun as the voice of Emily Gilmore penetrated their little bubble. Watching as she removed her arm from his grip and began to walk away, he couldn't help let his eyes roam over her body and down her legs, before resting on her hips as they swayed. He felt her eyes upon his and he couldn't help winking as he met her eyes. Turning back round he met the eyes of his Grandparents and parents.
"So son. I never knew that you knew the Gilmore's granddaughter." His mum was always the first to gossip and if her son was friends with the Gilmore's granddaughter then it would look good for the family.
Looking at his mother he couldn't help smirking as he replied, "Oh yeah. Me and the little Sheila have gotten to grips with each other quite recently in fact……. Literally." He could help but mutter the part as his smirk widened.
For the first time in her life, Rory wasn't hungry. Her grandparents had been grilling her for the last 10 minutes on how she knew the Morgan's grandson and why she had kept their friendship a secret. Doing her best evade the questions she excused herself and made her way back to her room. As she passed Finn she let her fingers trail across the back of his neck as she avoided meeting his startled gaze. Grinning to herself she sashayed out of the room, putting and extra swing in her hips knowing he would follow. Rory felt that she had to discuss what had happened last night. Sure they had had that brief talk after it had happened where she apologised for judging him, but she felt that nothing had been really dealt with. If it meant that she got to touch him again then so be it. She wasn't complaining.
She was startled out of her thoughts as hands grabbed her waist and spun her against a wall. Before she could say anything she felt soft lips press against hers and the fire that had swept through her veins last night, burst into flames once again. Opening her eyes she saw Finn staring right back at her. Pushing him away from her body, she began to pace, before she rounded on him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Astonished Finn looked at her as if she was crazy and replied "Come on love, whether you knew it or not the fingertips across the back of the neck were an obvious sign that you wanted me."
Her eyes widened as she blushed and brought her hands up to her mouth as she emitted a small "o".
