Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or Tanc Sade…breaks my heart to admit it though.

A/N: In case not everyone noticed, this story has been changed to an M rating as this chapter has sexual encounters in it. If you're too young to read these or if they make you uncomfortable in anyway I would no encourage you to read the first part of this chapter.

Fool for Love

She'd barely made it through the door before his lips had been on hers. Kissing her like no other guy has ever kissed her before.

She screwed her eyes shut, wrapping one arm around his neck and letting the other dive under his coat. His own hands were gripping her hips, fingers digging into the exposed skin and Rory moaned at the contact.

She backed up slightly, her foot rising up behind her to kick the door shut and Rory wasted no time in pushing her up against its surface. One of his hands slid up her body, tracing over her taut stomach and skimming over her breasts. It planted itself on the door right beside her head and he stepped even closer to her.

Rory felt her body quiver as he pulled away a fraction of an inch, nibbling on her lips and licking at them. Her heart was pounding out of control in her chest, a heat rising inside of her from his attention.

Rory covered her lips with his again, instantly deepening the kiss and pushing himself harder into her. Rory moaned and brought her hands up to his shoulders and pushed his coat down his arms.

He pulled himself away from her and their eyes connected. Both mirroring each others lust and desire. Rory didn't break their eye contact as he shrugged his coat to the floor and Rory copied his action with her sweater.

She stepped closer to him and Rory reached out, running his hand down the side of her body with the lightest touch. Tingles shot through her system, making her pulse double and her mind short circuit.

He was overwhelming her, overpowering her. She couldn't think straight, couldn't feel anything but a slow fire spreading through her body.

He cocked his head to the side and then smirked and Rory finally let her eyes take him in. Black trousers, a red silk shirt and a black jacket piled at his feet. His mop of brown hair had curls winding around his ears and neck. He was about a foot taller than her, lean. Thick brows lifted and his mouth tilted into a broad, knowing smile.

Skin prickling, the air between them thick and tense, they stared at one another.

One of them had to make the first move.

And Rory wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol swimming in her system or the way his presence clouded her mind but she grabbed his head and kissed him hard.

Rory smiled into the kiss and his strong, possessive hands snaked under her top, kneading her bare skin, pushing her into him. Rory used her own hands to urge him back into his bedroom, but instead they slammed ungracefully into the wall.

Rory laughed into her mouth. He couldn't believe this was the same Rory Gilmore Yeah; she was the one for him – a tiger in good-girl clothing. But that thought alone made him break away from her, his body going cold at the loss of their connection.

"Are you sure, love?" he asked, making it obvious what he was asking as his fingers danced across the waist band of her jeans.

Rory blinked, a shy smile spreading onto her lips and she averted her eyes from his. Suddenly she was nervous but the giddy feeling flowing through her veins was helping settle her nerves.

She looked up into his eyes, so deep, so beautiful. She could tell that he was willing to stop, not that he really wanted to, but she knew he would stop if she told him she wasn't ready. That alone had her kissing him again.

"I'm sure," she whispered against his lips.

Finn breathed out and brought her closer to him, threading his fingers through her hair. He stepped to the side with her in tow and walked backwards into his bedroom. Rory closed the door behind her and fought her nerves as she reached forward and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. As she peeled the sleeves down his arms, exposing his athletic chest, she shivered at his intense gaze.

Finn wasted no time in returning the gesture and eagerly slid his hands up her stomach, pulling her tank top off in one swift motion. His eyes stayed locked with hers and when she smiled only then did he let them drop. Her skin was lit up with the pale light of the moon drifting in through the blinds on his bedroom window, and Finn couldn't stop from touching her skin, gliding his hands respectfully over her flesh, he gripped her shoulders and turned her around so her back was to his bed.

"You're bloody perfect," he breathed and then lowered her onto the mattress.

He trailed passionate, teasing kisses along the skin of her collarbone, neck, mouth. He couldn't get enough of her; she was intoxicating.

Without realizing it Rory had wrapped her legs and arms around him, locking herself to his hard body. She tried her hardest to keep her eyes open, wanting to see him as he teased her but as his mouth landed in the valley between her breasts she let her eyelids flutter closed.

He kept slowly working her into a frenzy, paying lavish attention to her chest, unhooking her bra and making her body inwardly scream. Finn smiled wickedly and slid down her body, licking and nipping at her along the way.

He nuzzled his face into her stomach, licking at her belly button and making her shiver. His hands came up and danced along her jeans again, this time going for the button and zipper. He slowly pushed them down her legs, kissing the newly exposed skin, making her sigh in pleasure.

Rory slowly let her eyes open and looked down at him. As if feeling her gaze he locked his eyes with hers and she felt her heart stop. His eyes were black with lust. She sat up with him, acquainting herself with the sharp curves of his body. His skin was velvety smooth under her hands, sinewy and strong. Her tongue laved attention at his adam's apple before licking down his chest.

She'd never been this forward before; she'd only ever been intimate twice before and neither time could come close to comparing with this. But Finn made her want to go crazy, made her want to forget everything and throw her inhibitions to the wind.

She let her hands skim lower, smirking at his groan when her nails scrapped over his abs. Her mouth eagerly followed her hands, tongue dipping into the planes of his stomach, her body quivering almost from his entirely masculine physique.

She wanted this moment to last forever, wanted to memorize everything about his body as it was displayed before her. But her own body had other needs and she could tell he was getting just as frustrated.

Both breathing out of control they held each others' gaze until her eyes slid down his chest to the very obvious bulge straining in his pants. She bit her lip and reached, trembling, to undo them.

As her hands worked to free him Finn let his own snake around her body, scratching at her porcelain skin. He kicked his pants to the ground and then brought her forward, lying her down and crawling on top of her. He felt her hands going to his boxers and pushing them down and he copied her actions and shed her of her last remaining clothing.

"Fuck," he hissed as her hands brushed against his hardened length, and their eyes met.

Finn instantly reached down and pulled a condom out of his wallet that was in his pants pocket. He ripped it open, making sure to keep eye contact with Rory the entire time. He captured her lips again, and surged forward.

Their eyes rolled back, breath catching in unison. He shook his head, awestruck.

"Bloody...hell," he exclaimed as he dropped his head down to her shoulder and kissed her neck before pulling back.

With her wide blue eyes riveted on him above her, Rory caressed his cheekbone. She found herself clutching to him, legs wrapped around his waist and arms tangled in his hair.

He was panting, hot in her face, kissing her wherever he could, muttering incoherent words into her ears.

Before she knew it her entire body was tensing and she felt him thrust one final time. They both whispered each others names, flying, sailing, hurdling over a precarious edge; they fell together.

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It was around 9:50 when Rory woke up to slamming of a door, a pounding headache and a mouth that felt like a wad of cotton balls. Rory opened her mouth a little, sticking her tongue out at the gross sensation and tried to open her eyes. Which however simple seems in theory, felt like trying to pry apart two pieces of fabric that had been glued together –with superglue. Without much effort Rory gave up and pulled her blankets up over her head to block out the sun she could feel beating down on her. Hoping beyond hope to find the salvation of sleep again she rolled over onto her stomach…or at least tried to.

One eye peeked open and Rory bit at her bottom lip as she finally recognized she wasn't in her dorm room. In fact she didn't recognize the room at all.

She pushed the blankets closer to her body and finally saw that the unusual weight lying over her hips was an arm. She felt her entire body blush as memories from the night before came back to her, one by one.

She was in Finn's bedroom, in his bed, naked.

Before she could think about that to much Finn unhooked his arm from around her and rolled over onto his back. She instantly sat up, bringing the blanket with her and looked down at the man still dead asleep.

His hair was mussed up, sticking up at odd angles and curling down onto his forehead. His mouth was open slightly as he breathed deeply, nose twitching every couple of seconds. Rory smiled at how unbelievably innocent he looked while asleep and she felt some unknown feeling erupt inside her stomach.

That feeling was obliterated though when her gaze slipped down to his neck and chest, exposed from the blanket that was sitting dangerously low on his hips.

Her eyes widened in shock and she guilty brought a hand up to her mouth to stop herself from saying anything. For on his neck, exactly where she could remember paying much attention the night before, was a bright red hickey. His chest too had smaller red marks, scratches all along his skin and Rory couldn't believe she was responsible for those.

Then another thought came to mind and she immediately looked around the room, spotting a large mirror leaning against his wall. She carefully got out of the bed, bringing her blanket with her and walked over to the mirror. Her body was sore and tense and Rory sighed out, gritting her teeth as she stopped before the mirrors reflective surface.

"Oh God," she breathed out and felt her shoulders sag as she herself looked like she'd been attacked the night before. "Never drinking again," she whispered to herself.

"Why's that, kitten?"

His sudden voice had her jumping almost a foot in the air and she let out a scream of fear and surprise before turning around. The sight of him leaning back in bed, one arm bent under his head and serving as a headrest and the another lazily lying across his hips had her heart pounding and her mouth becoming dry for an entirely different reason than her hangover.

She quirked an eyebrow at him, pushing her hair away from her shoulders and watched as his eyes widened before a self-satisfied smirk spread onto his features.

She glared and before she knew it was moving forward and slapping his chest. "You perv!" she exclaimed but then squealed as he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her down on top of him.

"You weren't complaining last night," he breathed into her ear and bit down on it gently making her moan.

"Finn," she said and brought one hand up to his chest, holding onto him.

He leaned down and let his lips brush over hers and then pulled away so their eyes could connect. He cocked his head to the side and smiled at her, a look so full of warm affection that it had her bubbling over with happiness.

"You okay, love?" he asked, apprehension filling his eyes and Rory felt herself melt because of it. "No regrets?"

She smiled and bit her bottom lip before shaking her head. "No regrets," she promised and laughed as he smiled wide before capturing her lips in his own again.

They kissed sweetly this time, the passion and lust from the night before gone. But it had the same affect on her as Rory noticed her racing pulse and goose bumping flesh. They broke away from each other and then Rory smiled shyly before leaning down and resting her head on his chest.

Everything was quiet until she felt a laugh shake her body.

"What?" he asked, running an absentminded hand through her messed up locks.

"I can't believe you're up at this 'ungodly hour'!" she exclaimed meeting his eyes with her own laughing ones and then yelped as he flipped them over so he was hovering over her.

"Maybe I was hoping we could participate in some fabulous early morning activities," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rory felt her cheeks flush and but held his gaze. "I don't know about that, Mr. Morgan. You'd have to convince me first," she told him, a saucy grin highlighting her features.

Finn was left speechless for a moment before he smirked. He dipped his head and kissed her on the side of her mouth teasingly before letting his lips drift to her ear. "That can be arranged," he murmured before his mouth attacked her again, eliciting moans of delight from Rory.

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A/N: Okay I am so sorry that this chapter is so late coming out but I had so many problems writing it. It was very experimental because it was my first time writing a sex scene, I'm not sure how I did but I tried my hardest to make it sound…okay.

The rest of this chapter came out in about twenty minutes after I had the first part done. Anyway I hope everyone enjoys it and please give me some feedback so I know if it completely bombed!

Hugs and Kisses,
-Ella