A/n: So I have no idea what happened with this chapter before. I'm assuming I hit something that made it go into weird HTML, so let's try again.
Chapter 8: The Last Time
She curled up next to him, letting his arm drape around her shoulder.
He chuckled, "we used to do this at those trainin' camps. Huddled together from the gym being so damn cold."
"In those ratty old sleepin' bags," she laughed and wiped her eyes. "You'd always end up next to me, no matta where I went."
"I wasn't 'bout to let any o' those…dirt bags… get anywhere near ya."
"So protective," she grinned.
"Especially after I found out,"
"Oh here we go."
"After I found out you were bloody 16,"
"You will never let that go will ya."
"I hate bein' lied to. And you were my responsibility."
"And you felt skivvy." Oh don't go there.
He laughed and even in the darkened room she could see him blushing.
"No I did not…"
"Oh you did. I saw how ya reacted when I said I wasn't 18."
"Aiight," he raised his eyebrows, " I was embarrassed by the way I'd been actin' around you. Happy?"
"Very." She grinned and flipped onto her other side, "goodnight Finn."
Becky woke to the sun rising outside her window, turning the sky purple and pink. She turned and placed a hand on Finn's chest, he wouldn't mind. Sighing she took in the moment, his hand entwined in her hair, her fingertips running along the collar of his t-shirt.
"Hey," he whispered as he stirred. She moved her hand off and glanced up at him, "would you like another secret?" At first she thought his voice was horse from waking up, but now she was sure this was The Demon again.
"What do ya want?" Her voice was stern.
"Aww Becky, don't be mad. Don' you wan' to know?" She flipped over with her back towards him. The Demon leaned into her ear.
"He's dreamin' 'bout you."
She glared at him, "That's not going to work."
"Finn would never lie to ya love, neither will I." That was true, at least, she thought it was. "I'm just tryin' to help here."
"You're tryin' to get laid, that's all."
He smirked, "He could use it, I'll admit. Maybe ya could too."
Turning around towards him, she looked square into those sparkling, wild eyes.
"I'll play. What's he dreamin'?"
"Knew you'd be curious. All night long He's been dreamin' 'bout reaching over," he started running his hand up her thigh. "Pulling you in, making you his…"
She shiver a bit at his touch but kept her eyes locked on his.
"Jus' a dream and he's still pleasurin' you," his eyes twinkled. "What a gentleman."
Her face rushed with blood, she tried to keep her face straight, but it was fruitless.
"Is that what you've been dreamin' about too?" he asked. He raised an eyebrow as she blushed and bit her bottom lip. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
He leaned in close, she gasped slightly as their noses touched and his lips hovered above hers.
"I'd go into more detail but…" he said it slowly, teasing her lips with every word. "I'd much rather show ya."
Well fuck it. She pressed hard onto his lips, and wrapped her arms around his neck. A moan slipped from his mouth to hers, as his hands started wandering over her body.
When they broke away he said, "we'll have to work fast, Finn's in a dream but it won't last long."
"Get to it then," she said, making him smirk and pull her shorts down off her hips. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh, and smiled that toothy grin as a gasp escaped her mouth.
He had been fast, wasting no time. His hands were rough, but his touch was always softer than she'd expect it to be. She'd barely come back down to earth by the time he slipped out to clean up.
As he returned to bed, she chuckled and asked, "How is it The Demon is still a neat freak?"
"Really?" the corner of his mouth turned up to a smile, "after all that I just gave ya, that's whatcha have to say?
"It was alright." She shrugged with her own smirk.
"Bullshit. I heard ya." He leaned back against her pillow, "ya know he hates it when you lie to him. An' you're not very good at it."
"Well I don' like doin' it." She looked at him seriously, "we can't keep…"
"Why not? It's what you want isn't it?" She was at a loss for words.
"It is but…"
"Besides," he winked, "now ya owe me one."
She didn't get back to sleep in the couple of hours before Finn woke. She lay there, looking up and the ceiling fan and thinking about what she'd just done…Again.
"Mornin'," he said through a yawn as he looked over at her.
"Mornin' Finn." He smiled sweetly, most certainly not The Demon this time.
"Feelin' better? Just needed a sleepover, yeah?"
She chuckled, "yeah I'm, I'm feeling better…" Don't push the subject…But it was too late, she was there. "Are you aiight? You seemed…restless last night. Tossin' and turnin' a bunch."
"Oh…" His face turned lightly pink "yeah no I just…" He caught her eye, sheepishly, "just had a really vivid dream."
Now the blood was rising in her face. "Bad dream?" she asked nervously.
"No, no," he smiled to himself, "it was a fine dream. Uh…did I disturb you? Haven't shared a bed in a lon' time."
She shook her head and smiled at him, and he followed her lead. But there was something in his eyes that was uncertain, almost suspicious. This has to be the last time.