It was going to be a Oneshot but I didn't want to leave it. I hate Oneshots anyway so I felt like a hypocrite. Some of them are too good to end. Anyway, thanks to those who decide to favorite or add to alert and THANK YOU FOR READING and remember to comment ;)

I just adore Finny XD

What happened last night?

Needless to say, I didn't do as well as I had hoped on my history test - the source of my failure being Finny. I did everything he wanted me to - as always. But for once did I want to do them? I think so, and that's what scares me. It all went too fast. I didn't have time to think. I should have said no before things got too far, but I wanted it. I know myself well enough to know that I wanted it.

Is it wrong to want more?

I sat with my back against the famous tree, the one where members of the Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session jumped off of daily. The river sent a cool breeze towards us, the weather temperate and calm, it was peaceful and solitaire. Finny was pressed against me, his lips moving furiously over mine's, hands on either side of me on the trunk to steady himself. My hands were entangled in his hair, attempting to pull him as close as possible, drinking him in, his mouth equally swallowing my whimpers of delight. We broke only when necessary.

"Gene," he breathed.

Our faces were flushed. He had that cocky grin of his and I smiled as he planted a light kiss before pushing me down sideways, onto the soft grass. I shivered as his hand slid up my shirt and started to rub soothing paths onto my stomach, the contact sending tremors of excitement throughout my body. He lay on top of me, eyeing me hungrily for only a second before diving downward back onto my lips. Our mouths melded perfectly as if we were made to complete each other, and sometimes I believed that. His tongue pushed against my lips, begging entrance. I couldn't refuse him. I opened and he promptly took over my mouth. The hot organ scraped against my teeth and the roof of my mouth, it felt strange but I loved it anyhow. Our tongues danced in circles, pushing against the other's, each of us drinking the sweet tasting saliva of the other's, especially me who lay on the bottom. Finally, we had to break. As Finny did so, there was a string of saliva that connected our mouths. I brought my hand up to wipe it away.

"Gene," he whispered eyes droopy from lust. Then his face broke into a wide smile and he started to laugh.

"What?" I asked. "Was I really that horrible?"

"No, not that" he chuckled. "It's just that I've always imagined doing this with you, but never actually thought I would get the chance to."

"Finny, I -"

I was cut off as the bell for class rang. In a way that was good - perfect even. Was I really prepared to say what I was going to? No. And that's why I'm glad.

"What was that, Gene?"

I thought quickly. "We should get going or we'll be late for class." I lifted myself and we found ourselves at the same positions as before, with me against the trunk. Finny instinctively came closer and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

"Do we really have to? Let's stay out here," he whined, his breath tickling my skin. "It's such a nice day."

"We have to," I said firmly. "Or we'll get in trouble again."

"Always following the rules, huh Gene?" I felt the outline of his smile against my neck before pulling away and sitting there, looking me up and down perceptively.

"What?" I asked.

"You seem… happier?" He was looking far-off, eyes glazed, thinking. "Yes, definitely happier."

It was such an unexpected thing to say and yet still expected as it came from Phineas. I believed him anyhow, because thinking about it, usually I'm bored and just there, getting through life, but being with Finny there's never a dull moment. I crave the moments spent with him. I need him just as much as I need water and food and sleep. Those moments when he makes me feel something: passion, love, annoyance, friendship, and even jealously, all those emotions and more make me feel human, courtesy of him.

Yet I despise him for seeing that, for being able to read me so clearly. And so badly, I want to say those blessed few words, "I love you."