Fool For Love
Rory was laughing along with everyone else as Logan, Colin and Finn told multiple stories of their years spent at boarding school. She was sipping steadily at her second drink that evening and was already feeling the affects of the alcohol swimming through her system.
She was seated close beside Finn, his arm laying comfortably on her shoulders and his fingers playing with the ends of her hair. Rory couldn't remember ever feeling so free, so comfortable with herself and her surroundings. And she didn't know if that was due to her drink or the man beside her.
She didn't understand how he did it but he made her feel like she was home. She was happy and smiling and she hadn't thought of anything else but the right then, right now since she'd been with him. She wasn't worrying about her classes, or the paper. She wasn't overanalysing the situation with Stephanie, she hadn't thought of Logan at all.
Rory was roused out of her thoughts when she noticed many people were getting up and walking off. She looked around to see that it was only really her and Finn left and she blushed, realizing she'd completely zoned out of their stories.
"You know, love," Finn said and Rory brought her eyes to his. "I don't remember seeing you at many of my parties."
Rory laughed and curled up, bringing her feet underneath her and laying her hands on her thighs. "Well these kinds of parties have never been my cup of tea," she told him.
Finn twisted his face up and shook it for a second. "Eww! I hate tea!" he exclaimed, looking dead serious which by itself made Rory laugh some more. "You're a coffee fan to, right?" Finn asked.
"More like fanatic!" she corrected, her face lighting up a little just thinking of the glorious drink.
Finn grinned and emptied his drink and leaned closer to her. "Why don't we get out of here?" he suggested, putting his hand on her leg, stubbornly pushing the shot of electricity that went up his arm to the back of his mind.
Rory smiled shyly, biting her lip as she thought over what he said. The alcohol in her blood though made her nod her head and stand up. But as she looked back down at Finn, her face softened at the happiness in his eyes and she couldn't help but think maybe it wasn't only the alcohol guiding her tonight.
"Follow me," he told her and interlaced their fingers together, pulling her behind him through the crowded party.
Rory was trying her hardest not to concentrate on the feeling of his hand encompassing her own. His skin was soft but rough, scratching against hers and sending delicious tingles up her arm. She didn't think he even realized what he was doing but his finger was drawing small circles against her palm and Rory felt a giddy feeling erupt inside her because of that.
Finn led her through the party, nodding towards some people or clapping hands with them as they passed each other. She was trying to figure out where he was taking her until he opened a door and let her walk in ahead of him.
Her blue eyes took in the wood covering the walls, the posters of bands and movies adorning them. She was standing beside a large black, leather sofa, her feet being almost swallowed up by a black shag carpet. Straight across from the sofa was a huge entertainment unit, complete with every game console she could think of.
"You like?" he asked and Rory nodded, smiling as she walked further into the room and sat herself down on the sofa, sighing out as she sunk into its comfort. "How about this?" he asked and Rory let her gaze return to him, seeing him open the cupboard beside the TV.
"Ooh!" she squealed and clapped her hands together, taking in the shelves of games and movies at their disposal.
"Glad to have your approval, kitten," Finn told her and they shared a smile before he knelt down in front of the cabinet and randomly pulled out a game.
"What is it?" Rory asked, trying to peer over his shoulder but he'd already opened the case and had his hand covering the disk. "Mean!"
Finn smirked, "You'll just have to wait and see," he said and laughed when she pouted, leaning back against the couch.
Finn loaded the game disk, waiting until the last moment to turn the TV on, enjoying her constant pouting. He watched her reaction instead of the screen, wanting to know what she would think of this game.
Rory looked over at the TV and felt her eyes widen and shook her head. She glared at him.
"Battlefield?" she asked him, crossing her arms over her chest and Finn had to restrain himself from letting his eyes wander down to her tight top.
He grinned and reached around behind the cabinet and came back with a laser gun, holding it out for her. "Gotta use this," he told her, motioning for her to take it.
"Jeeze," she muttered and grabbed the gun from him, holding it up and inspecting it all over. "This looks way to real," she complained. "Why don't you play and I'll watch?"
He shook his head and grabbed her hand, pulling her so she was sitting on the edge of the sofa, closer to the screen. "Have fun," he wished and pressed some button on the controller and Rory squeaked as the screen faded and a mission log replaced it.
The both of them were silent, Rory gripping the laser gun in her lap and listening intently to whoever was reading the mission log, and Finn, who'd taken the seat right beside her, was grinning like a fool.
"I have to shoot people?" Rory asked him, turning around and jumping slightly when she noticed how close they suddenly were.
He shot her a look, eyebrow raised in question. "Why else would I give you a gun?"
She shrugged and gnawed silently on her lower lip. "Theatrics?" she suggested, innocently.
He rolled his eyes and went to reach down for the controller again to ok the mission. "Just play the game, will you?" he said but Rory grabbed onto his hand, stopping him from hitting the button.
"How do I play?" she asked, her eyes darting back and forth from him and the screen.
"Just aim and shoot."
She looked at him incredulously. "I don't have any hand eye coordination!" she exclaimed.
"So?"
"Well isn't that a pretty big part of 'aim and shoot'?" she asked, fingering the play gun in her lap.
Finn chuckled and grabbed the gun, putting it in her hands properly and nodded towards the screen again.
"I can't shoot a gun! I hate guns! I…Oh! You started it!" she cried helplessly.
"Yeah, I did," Finn said and grinned at her vexed expression. Sighing he pulled her hands up and rested his head by her ear. "Just hold it up, look through this and line up the target," he told her, smirking at how he felt her body shiver underneath his own.
Rory swallowed and closed her eyes for a second before she did as instructed and cringed while pulling the trigger. She watched the screen as a guy dressed up in an elaborate uniform fell to the ground.
Rory gasped, surprised. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, pointing at the screen where the guy lay motionless. "I did it, Finn! I shot him!"
"You're a natural, love," Finn expressed, pulling away from her slightly.
Rory was caught up in her moment, feeling adrenaline rushing through her system and she turned around to face Finn. Her blue eyes were lit up, twinkling with mirth and she smiled wide before throwing her arms around him and pulling him into a soft kiss.
And suddenly the world fell away…
Finn shared her look of pure shock as they pulled away from each other. His eyes were almost comically wide and he watched as Rory brought her fingers up to her lips and closed her eyes. When they opened again he matched her expression of apprehension mixed with longing.
Finn exhaled loudly and let his hands slither up her arms, teasing the soft skin covering her body, and then pulled her towards him, kissing her hard. Again they both drew away at the same time, breathing ragged and cheeks flushed.
But with reservations thrown into the wind Rory wrapped her arms around his neck and met his lips again. Finn wasted no time in returning her kiss, his tongue instantly pressing against her mouth. Rory opened her lips under his persuasion and they deepened the kiss.
His hands gripped her waist possessively and her fingers dug into his hair, messing it up even more. She felt him pull her even closer, till she was practically sitting on his lap and suddenly Rory pulled away, smiling when she heard him groan at the lack of contact between them.
She felt her cheeks burn and stammered in front of him. "I…uh…"
"I'm sorry," he said and Rory could hear his words were forced and almost painful. "I shouldn't have…"
She held her finger against his lips and smiled at him. "No, I just…" she tried to explain. "Anyone could walk in." She looked into his eyes and could still see he was nervous and so she leaned forward, kissing his cheek. "Maybe we could continue this elsewhere?"
He looked up, relieved. "Yeah?"
"Definitely yeah," she agreed and smiled when he wrapped his arms around, hugging her tightly.
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AN:
Hey guys! Finally updated this story…I'm sorry for the wait, it was supposed to
be up a week ago and I actually had it finished and ready to go but my
grandmother passed away…I was up in Prince Edward Island for her funeral for
the past week. I just got back and so I updated this first thing. I hope you
like it…
Thanks
to everyone who reviewed…I wasn't expecting such an amazing response for this
story! You guys are awesome!
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Ella
