There's so much Finn hate on the internet. I hope my story is a place of solace for his fans.
I want to thank all my loyal reviewers, followers, and the people who favorite my stories. I also want to thank my husband for putting up with my craziness as I research and write. I love you so much. You're my leading man, always!
Okay, enough mush, on with the story!
Finn left the pub the next evening, and Darcy stayed behind to lock up. Her long black hair was pulled tightly in a bun on the top of her head.
For some reason she went to the back of her closet earlier and decided to give her little black dress a night out. It wasn't really a sexy, or stylish dress. She'd bought it years ago for her father's funeral.
She'd worn it a few times since, and always got compliments on how great it looked on her, and it hadn't let her down tonight. Finn had told her exactly how stunning he thought she looked.
He had been at the pub helping her out again. She was telling herself to keep it casual, and that he was leaving in just a few days. More than likely, she would never see him again.
That stung a little. He was like his old self. The Fergal she remembered. The kind and loving guy she fell in love with all those years ago. She knew though, that this wouldn't last. She kew she had to soak up as much of this feeling as she could because soon he would be gone. Probably forever.
She wasn't a love struck girl anymore. No, Darcy McBride was a woman. A woman who knew what she wanted. What she wanted right now was Fergal. She wanted to feel him. To kiss him...
Why deny herself the pleasure he had offered?
Because you know better, that's why. Her head told her. It was too late. Her heart had already made up her mind.
Finn was lounging on the couch in just his sweats, flipping through the channels. His uncle only had an antenna and it didn't exactly provide a quality television watching experience.
He heard a knock at the door. Tossing the remote on the floor he padded his bare feet to the front door.
He swung it open, "Darcy."
He was a little surprised to see her. When they said goodbye earlier he got the impression she was still skeptical about him.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"Of course, yeah, sorry." He opened the door wider and stepped aside to let her pass.
He closed the door, "What are you doing here?"
Darcy took two steps towards him and leaned in close. In that moment he knew why she had came. He pressed his lips to hers, and pulled her closer to him.
She moaned and melted into him as he spun her around and pushed her against the front door. He deepened the kiss and moved to her neck. She felt his skin, running her hands across his back. Feeling his muscles, feeling his breathing.
Suddenly, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He gently sat her on the bed.
"Love, are you sure you want to do this?" He traced her jawline with his fingertip.
She looked up at him, and grabbed the waistband of his sweats, pulling him to her. She placed kisses all around his belly button, slipping her tongue inside briefly before looking up at him.
Her eyes. Those eyes he lost himself in so long ago...
His control snapped and the demon awakened. He captured her mouth with his again and laid her down on the bed.
Anything that had come between them faded away. They made love like the teenagers they once were, not the middle aged strangers they had become.
It was stronger than Darcy had expected. Their connection rekindled, their bodies as one. Darcy's heart had betrayed her. She knew as they were making love, her arms wrapped around Finn, her lips on his...she knew she was falling in love with him again.
Finn's heart almost exploded with happiness. He had Darcy again. He had something he never knew he was missing, but wow, she did fill a huge void he never knew was there.
As the night went on soon they both drifted off to sleep in each others arms. Finn was awakened by the vibration of his phone on the dresser. He picked it up.
It was Hunter. Finn turned the vibration off and cuddled back up to Darcy. Whatever his boss had to say could wait until the morning. Right now he was happier than he even knew possible.
He kissed her forehead and closes his eyes. Meanwhile, his phone lit up again, and again...and again.