Finn didn't like Rory ignoring him. Nope, not one bit, so he decided to gain her attention by having fun. Discreetly slipping his hand under the table he trailed it up Rory's leg, under the hem of her dress and along her thigh. He heard her inhale sharply as he moved his hand higher, until his fingers could toy with the edge of her knickers. Smirking, he felt Rory's eyes burning a hole in the side of his head as she tried to remove his hand from her leg. Not wanting her to succeed, Finn began to trace random designs over her centre through her knickers and was rewarded with Rory letting out a gasp and her hand falling limp against his as her resistance died.
Grinning in triumph, Finn became engaged in a conversation with Richard as he tried in vain to keep his eyes off Rory, because he knew that if he saw her eyes darkening with lust as they became unfocused, her cheeks flushed and her lips partly open as she slowly came undone, he'd pull her up from the table, take her into the bathroom stalls and have his wicked way with her. Actually…….. that didn't sound too bad and Finn had to fight his urge of pulling Rory up from the table. The thought of his mum having a heart attack if he did pull Rory up was almost enough to make him take his chances, but before he could get too carried away, Finn remembered that his granddad had recently acquired the keys to Finn's fully stocked bar and would gladly dispose of all alcoholic content he happened to come across if Finn pulled a stunt like that in public.
Hearing Rory whimper softly, Finn recalled his fingers still tracing their designs and realised that Rory was probably becoming really frustrated, if the glares she was sending him were any indication anyway. He knew she'd make him pay later.
Just as he'd moved his fingers underneath her knickers, Finn felt Rory jerk as her grandma tried to get her attention, "Rory? Rory? Lorelai Leigh Gilmore! Answer me this instant." Rory's eyes quickly snapped into focus as she answered her grandma, "I'm sorry grandma, I seemed to have spaced out there." "That's ok; just try not to let it happen again. Now, have you decided what you want to eat?" Nodding, Rory gave her order to the waiting waiter and began to pull back from Finn's questing hand.
Not liking the way things were going, Finn slipped his fingers back underneath Rory's knickers and plunged them deep inside her. Turning his head to watch her reactions, Finn saw her eyes instantly become unfocused as she bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming out. He kept his fingers frozen inside her and couldn't help but smirk at the glare she shot him as she moved restlessly in her seat indicating for him to continue.
Wanting this to last, Finn began to move his fingers in and out of her body at a tortuously slow pace that was killing the both of them. Shifting in his chair as his trousers became exceedingly tight, Finn tried to stop the images of last night playing in his head on an endless loop. Shaking his head, (like that'd help) he sped his fingers up and was rewarded by Rory letting out a small moan.
Rory's body was on fire as Finn's fingers sped up inside her body. She knew they could easily be caught, but frankly she didn't give a damn. She stifled a cry as Finn's thumb moved up to join in with his assault by brushing up against her most sensitive area. She shifted in her seat as she felt her body tighten as she reached her peak and tumbled over it. Her body felt free, no longer confined by such trivial things like skin, muscle, bone, she was just floating, a golden haze skimming along those fluffy white clouds of paradise. Unfortuantely, she remembered that she was indeed not just a golden haze, but a living being and returned to the restaurant with a jolt.
Breathing hard, she saw nothing but darkness and feared that Finn had somehow made her go blind, but when she heard him urgently whisper for her to open her eyes she realised her mistake and opened her eyes to find that Finn was staring intently at her his eyes dark with lust as he reached up to trail his finger along her bottom lip. She jerked back as she felt a slight sting and looked down at Finn's finger to find a single drop of blood trembling on its tip.
Bringing her hand up to her mouth she felt the cut she had made from biting into it as she'd muffled her screams. She looked at the rest of the table, flushed a deep red and quickly made her excuses, before fleeing out of the restaurant, but not before flashing Finn a look that clearly stated that he'd better get of his ass (which is rather nice I must say) and follow her.
Quickly making his excuses, Finn tripped over the table cloth, tumbled into two of the waiters knocking dishes all over the place, almost slipped on the spilt contents of said dishes, before he was able to steady himself. Issuing apologies left, right and centre he turned around only to walk straight into the restaurants doors. Finn was not one happy little bunny as she chased after Rory.
