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Previously:
"Good night love," he said, sending shivers up he back. He pulled away, smiled brightly at her and then turned and left the room.
As soon as the door closed, Rory let the shudder that his whisper had caused, shake her small form. Then she turned back to the room, taking it all in. She saw a massive cd collection along with a huge book collection. She stifled a yawn, and decided to look at them tomorrow. Rory turned to Finn's bed, walked slowly to the right side of it and pulled back the covers. She climbed in and let the scent of Finn surround her, relaxing her, so she soon fell asleep.
"Finn!" a voice called from the door of the dorm room. It was just after 12, and knowing Finn, he wasn't up yet, so the guy slammed the door loudly, allowing the bang to resonate throughout the dorm. "Finn!" he called again, and made his way to the door of Finn's room. He turned the knob, and pushed into the room, his voice dieing on his lips as he saw the girl sleeping peacefully in Finn's bed. He slowly made his way out of the room, and softly shut the door. Questions swarmed through his head, but he knew that before they'd be answered Finn had to be located. So he retraced his steps out to the living room just to see if he had missed his roommate's sleeping body sprawled out on the couch. But it wasn't there. Pushing away the panicky feelings that overtook him, he made his way to the door of his room, and walked inside. He expelled his pent up breath at the sight of Finn asleep in his bed. A smirk formed on his lips as he made his way over to the bed. He leant down so that he was by Finn's ear and yelled, "Finn!" and jumped back as Finn sprang up.
The look of shock and confusion that was present on Finn's face made his roommate burst into full out laughter.
"Colin!" Finn screamed, "What the hell man! You know I don't like being woken up like that." He scrambled out of the bed, Colin nodding in approval at his sweats and t-shirt.
"Sorry man," Colin replied, laughter still laced in his voice, "but I knew it was going to take something like that to wake you up."
Finn just glared at Colin, grumbled something under his breath and made his way out of the room into the kitchen. Colin followed Finn's every movement, and decided that he would let Finn fully wake up before he began his inquisition. Finn ignored Colin until he had a cup of coffee before him, finally sitting down at the table, gesturing to Colin to start with whatever he wanted to say.
"So…" Colin started, "how was your night?" He sat down across from Finn, and leaned back into the chair, waiting for his answer.
Finn smiled thinking about the previous night, but he didn't want to tell Colin anything, so he countered with his own question, "How was your night? Have some good old college fun? Was the couch comfortable or did you move the party into her room?" Finn smirked as Colin's mouth dropped, loving the confusion that he created.
Colin shook his head and instead of asking how he knew, he said, "I had a very good night. Tons of fun. And the couch is extremely comfortable, then again so is her bed." He leered and winked at Finn.
Finn's laugh filled the room as he shook his head at Colin's words. "You going out with her again mate?"
"Yep. Tonight. She's different Finn." A dreamy look came over Colin's eyes, but he soon pushed it away, and asked, "So that girl in your bed is Rory, is it not? Did something happen between you two last night?"
"Yeah that's Rory. I walked her back to her dorm, and then not too long after we said goodbye, she's running after me, calling my name. Turns out she walked in on your fun while it was still in the first act, and she didn't know where else to stay, so I offered her my bed. She accepted, we came here, watched some movies, and then went to sleep."
Colin cringed when Finn mentioned that Rory had walked in on him and Paris, but soon his attention was fixed on something else. "That's it!" he exclaimed, "Nothing happened? You guys didn't kiss or anything?"
"Well…we had a few moments, but there was no actual kissing. Well, she kissed me twice on the cheek, but other than that nothing happened. Though believe me when I say that I definitely wanted something to. She's amazing, so different from all the others. I actually got her to agree to let me take her out every night for a week." He chuckled remembering his actions.
Colin quirked an eyebrow and asked, "And just how did you do that? What sane person would agree to a date with you, let alone 7?"
"Hey! I'll have you know that the women line up for dates with such an exotic and handsome as myself. And none of them are crazy!"
"What about Lucy? The one that you had to get a restraining order for."
"Oh yeah, Lucy. Well, in my defense she seemed sane enough when I met her."
"That chick was insane Finn! I mean the incessant phone calls, appearing wherever you were, the shrine! That girl was just plain crazy. But anyways, how did you get Rory to agree to go out with you for 7 nights?"
Finn laughed and then started regaling his performance from last night.
"And so she agreed to a 'Week of Finn'. But there wasn't really anything she could do anyway; I mean she had already promised."
Colin reigned in his laughter, and asked, "So when does the 'Week of Finn' begin?"
"Saturday is her next free night, so I have to start planning."
"If you need some help just ask."
"Thanks mate," Finn said as he got up from the table, "I'd better go wake her up." He walked over to the coffee maker and poured another cup. "See ya later mate. I'm guessing you have plans?"
"Yep. I'm just gonna shower then take off." Colin got up from the table and walked into his room as Finn walked over to his own room. He cautiously opened the door, not really wanting to wake Rory up yet. He slipped into the room, his eyes glued to the peaceful expression on Rory's face. Finn walked over to the bed and sat down beside Rory. He just sat there looking at Rory's sleeping figure, his hand itching to brush her hair behind her ear, and so he did, his fingers grazing across her cheek.
Rory knew that Finn was in the room; she had woken up as the smell of coffee wafted into her room. But since he didn't say anything, since he didn't try and wake her up, Rory just laid there, pretending to speak. Her heart started pounding as she felt his weight sink onto the bed. She didn't know if she should wake up yet or not and was debating about it when she felt his fingers graze her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath caught, and her eyes snapped open, locking with his.
"I knew you were awake," Finn said quietly, a smile playing about his lips.
Rory breathed deeply and then sat up in the bed. "It was the coffee," she stated simply, "it has the uncanny ability to wake me up every morning. Well…." she said, as her eyes drifted to the clock, "afternoon in this case." She turned her eyes back onto Finn and smiled at him. "Is that for me?" she asked sweetly, giving him a puppy look.
Finn smirked at her, and brought the coffee nearer to himself. "Sorry love, but this one is mine. There's some more in the kitchen if you want, but you run the risk of seeing a certain roommate of mine who just came home from a 'very good night' on an 'extremely comfortable' couch and bed in a certain Branford dormitory."
Rory scowled at his answer, and then blanched when he mentioned Colin. "I'd rather not run the risk," she said, and lunged forward, grabbing the coffee from Finn's hand, "I'll stick with this cup." And she took a huge gulp, a sigh escaping her lips as the liquid traveled down her throat.
"Hey! That's mine!" Finn lunged back and tried to grab the cup but Rory jumped out of the bed and ran away from him.
"Never," she said in a menacing voice, "and I mean NEVER come between a Gilmore Girl and the elixir of life. You do not want to know what happens when such a travesty occurs." And she took another long drink, then placed the cup on the table beside her.
Finn laughed and walked over to her. "So you're a coffee addict, huh?"
"Addicted. Obsessed. Infatuated. I can't go two hours without at least one cup of coffee, and because I lose the opportunity to drink such a heavenly liquid when I am asleep, I have to make up for it when awake. No one stands between a Gilmore Girl and her coffee, and I think it'd be best for you to remember that." She picked up the cup and handed it to Finn. "Please sir, I'd like some more," she said in a terrible British accent that made Finn burst out laughing.
"Oh my god! That was the worst English accent I have ever heard. Don't quit your day job love." He smiled at the glare Rory gave him, taking the cup from her hand. "More it is then. Be right back." He winked at Rory and then left the room, closing the door behind him.
Rory turned her attention to the impressive cd and book collections on Finn's wall, and perused them until she heard the door open again. Without turning around she said, "You have a great taste in books, but a horrible taste in music. You definitely need to meet my friend Lane; I think she'd be the only one able to save you from such terrible music." She pulled out a book, flipped through it and then placed it back on the shelf. She turned around to see Finn smiling at her with two cups of coffee in his hands.
"You don't even have any Bowie. Lane has her work cut out for her with you. But she's something special. She can bring anyone over from the dark side, it's one of her many talents." Rory walked up to Finn and took a mug from his hand. She once again took a large gulp, and let out a deep sigh, her eyes closing.
"Who ever knew that drinking coffee could be so erotic?" Finn said, watching a satisfied smile make its way across Rory's features.
Rory's eyes snapped open, and a laugh fell from her lips. "Coffee can be anything you want it to be," she purred seductively, leaning closer to Finn. A huge grin broke out on Rory's face as Finn's mouth hung open. "Come on Finn," she said through her laughs, "walk me home. I have some stuff I have to do today." With that Rory walked out of the bed room and into the kitchen, downing the rest of her coffee, and placing the cup in the sink. She grabbed her clothes and jacket, and walked to the door. When she noticed that Finn wasn't with her, she turned back around and walked back into his room. He still stood there with a look of disbelief on his face.
Rory sighed and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the door. At the touch of her hand, Finn snapped out of his daze, and said, "Well if I knew that you liked it rough, kitten –"
"I swear to God, do not finish that sentence."
Finn stopped in his tracks, gripping onto Rory's hand tighter so as to make her stop as well. "Or what?" He asked a smirk in place.
"You do not want to know, trust me." Rory replied, glaring at Finn.
Finn smiled and dropped her hand. He grabbed his jacket and put it on. "So to your dorm then, love?"
"Yes." Rory clipped, her face draining of color as Colin walked into the room.
He was looking through his pockets, so he did not know that Rory was in the room. "Finn, have you seen my Blackberry. I can't find it. Maybe I left it at Paris'."
"Well Rory will check for you, won't you love," Finn said, grinning evilly as Colin's head snapped up with a look of horror on his face.
His steps faltered, and he started stuttering. "Umm…uh…yea…well…" He was supremely uncomfortable as he now knew that she had walked in on him and Paris.
Rory didn't say anything; she just stared at Colin's embarrassed face, and suddenly broke out in laughter. Colin turned his shocked face from Rory to Finn and back to Rory, not understanding the break out of laughter.
"Love? Are you ok?" Finn asked, just as confused as Colin about Rory's behavior.
At Finn's words Rory sobered up, and turned her laughing eyes to his. "I'm perfectly fine," she answered, "But like I said before, I need to get going. I have things to do." She opened the door, and started walking out of it, stopping just outside. "By the way Colin, I like your tattoo." And with one last smile she continued on her way.
"Tattoo? I didn't know you have a tattoo. When did you get a tattoo? What is it? Where is it?" Finn quickly blurted out.
"At 18. A Chinese symbol. On my ass." Colin deadpanned, shocked even more by Rory's words.
Finn burst out laughing, and smacked Colin on the shoulder. "I can't believe it. Colin, Mr. Ultra Conservative, has a tattoo, on his ass nonetheless. This is great."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Colin grumbled, stuffing his hands into his pockets, turning his head down to the floor. "I was drunk when I got it. Just don't tell anyone, alright? Especially Huntz."
"Okay, okay. Whatever you want. I gotta go and catch up to Rory. See ya later mate." And with one last smile, Finn raced out of the dorm, and down to Rory.
"Love! Rory! Rory wait!" Finn called, as he saw her up ahead of him, making her way into Branford.
Rory stopped just before the doors of Branford and waited for Finn to catch up to her.
"Thanks love," Finn said, as he appeared by her side. He placed an arm around her shoulder and leaned on her. "I am so not a runner," he said while taking deep breaths.
"That's a Gilmore Girl rule. No running," Rory replied, steering them into the building.
"So, did you really see Colin's ass?" Finn asked and shuddered at the thought.
"Ahh, so he told you." Rory laughed as Finn nodded his head in response. "Unfortunately I did. And trust me, it is a sight that I do not wish to be repeated." Rory herself shuddered as she thought back to what she had seen.
"Well let's hope that it never is repeated. For the sake of your sanity and stomach."
Rory smiled and turned to face Finn, as they were now in front of her dorm. "Well, all I can say is that I had a really good time last night. And don't think I'm gonna forget about the Gilmore Movie Night that you have to come to, or your terrible taste in music. I'll invite Lane over to the movie night; kill two birds with one stone so to speak. She'll have your taste refined in no time."
"Looking forward to it doll," Finns replied, "but don't think that I will forget about the previously promised 'Week of Finn." It starts Saturday, so be prepared. I'll call you Friday with details. Till then love." He took his arm away from Rory, and moved his lips to her cheek. He placed a soft kiss on it, and pulled back slightly, looking into Rory's eyes. All he was met with was a gaze filled with desire and longing, so he took a chance, and moved in closer, until their lips were mere millimeters apart. He stared into her eyes, making sure that she wanted the kiss as well. He saw no objections, and was just about to place his lips onto hers, when Rory crashed hers onto his. Finn stood there in shock at her actions, but soon thought about nothing except for the lips that were pressed against his own and the tingles that shot through his body. Finn took control of the kiss, delving his hands into Rory's curly locks. His tongue traced her bottom lip, begging for entrance which was readily given. Their tongues fought for the upper hand, neither gaining dominance over the other, but both reveling in the struggle. Her hands were pressed flat against his chest, feeling the rock hard muscles that his shirt covered. They broke apart when air became necessary, Finn resting his forehead against Rory's. They stared into each other's eyes, smiles breaking out over their features.
"Well," Finn said once his breathing was under control, "whatever happens, we know that works."
Rory laughed and pushed Finn back, taking out her key. "Pretty damn well if you ask me," she said in reply, after having found her key ring.
Finn smiled and pulled her back into his arms. He placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips, and then stepped back. "So Saturday. Expect the unexpected."
Rory chuckled and nodded her head. "Saturday. See you then."
"Good bye love." Finn smiled and winked, and then turned around, heading out of the building.
Rory sighed and slumped against the door, thoughts about the kiss racing through her mind. Suddenly she was falling as the door behind her opened. She caught herself before she actually fell to the ground.
"I thought someone was out here," Paris said, after moving away from the door, allowing Rory to come inside.
"Just me," Rory said, taking off her jacket and putting it on the couch.
"You'll never guess what happened last night," Paris exclaimed and grabbed Rory's hand, leading her to the couch.
Rory just stared at the look of happiness on Paris' face and decided then and there that Colin was good for her friend. Paris needed someone like him. So she allowed Paris to gush about every detail of her evening, making her skip over the sex parts of course, for the next three hours.