A/n: I'm not sure if Fanfic sends an email when a chapter gets updated or not, so for anyone who hasn't read the non-wonked up version of Chapter 8, it's up and fixed. Technology, man.

Chapter 9: A Proposition II

It wasn't the last time. And maybe that was because she didn't want it to be. They went about their week: flying out on Friday, texting through the weekend, watching each other's segments on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday afternoon she pulled her suitcase through the door to him foam rolling on the living room floor. She barely looked at him, storming into the next room.

"Oof hey there." He smiled through a wince, and followed her into the kitchen. "Your match looked good."

She turned around and shot him a glare. "I lost."

"Don' get caught up…" She turned her back to him to wash her coffee mug out in the sink. "You'll get through it."

Becky didn't say anything, scrubbing the inside of the mug vigorously.

He was behind her suddenly, his hands around her waist, finding their way under the hem of her yoga pants.

"Ya just need to relax."

She froze, "that didn't take much."

"I can tell when ya need me," he brushed his lips to the back of her ear. It sent a shiver down her spine.

Placing the mug down, she pursed her lips and sighed.

"Tell me to back off," he said softly into her ear. "Go on. You'll never see me again."

"I don't…" she turned to face him, he wasn't smirking, his eyes weren't teasing her, and for a moment he truly looked like Finn. "I don't want that."

That made him smile slyly. "Then why don't you let me give ya what'cha want. Whenever ya want it." His lips were grazing her cheek. "Sounds pretty good yeah?"

"Finn will…"

"Finn won't find out. Unless you crack and tell 'im, but that's on you." His eyes locked on her lips and he bit his own. "And unlike Finn, I actually care to do somethin' 'bout it when I see that longin' come across ya face."

"So, what, you'll just take over his body and whisk me away?"

"Somethin' like that," he raised his eyebrows and slid his hands up underneath her t-shirt just an inch.

She felt a small gasp leave her, but tried to keep her cool. "And what are you getting' outta all of this?"

"Ya might not believe me Becky, but I care 'bout Finn. Two sides of the same coin an' all that. He needs this just as much as you do."

"So why am I talkin' to his Demon instead?"

"Cause his discipline is stronger than his desire. Always has been." He was getting impatient now, running his lips over hers, "but maybe if his subconscious has a bit o' fun, we can wear that down."

She looked at him for a moment. "Okay…"

"Do we have an arrangement?"

Becky responded by reaching up and kissing him hard on the lips. He let out a soft chuckle and pulled her to the couch, positioning her body on top of his. The hem of his t-shirt was bunched up above his belly button, and she grabbed at it before breaking from his lips and lifting it over his head. Her eyes scanned his torso, the muscles he worked so hard to maintain, and he snickered, enjoying the look on her face. He took the opportunity to return the favor, sliding the tank top over her head and onto the floor. The lace bralette underneath wasn't much in the way of coverage, and she felt his eyes unmoving from it as he bit down on his lip. He ran a finger tip along the edge of the lace and his face started to form to that look that Finn got when the gears where turning.

"Now…" he meet her eyes, "there's a small matter o' you owing me one, darlin'."

She felt the heat rising on her skin and a smile sneaking on to her face.

An old crime drama was playing on the movie channel. Becky's legs were stretched out on the couch, landing a few inches short of where Finn sat. She was braiding her hair to one side, watching Finn as he stared straight at the television. He had been blinking rapidly for the last minute or two.

He looked over at her, his brow furrowed, "wha…"

"Hey." You better give him something here. "Where'd you go there?"

"I don'…I dunno. Normally The Demon has a reason to take ova' but... I don't know why..."

She took a deep breath, "maybe ya just needed a break…y'know, from your brain."

He leaned back, tilting his head. "Did I ask you 'bout your match?"

"Yes. It was fine."

"Aiight."

She felt a twinge of guilt over not actually explaining why he'd randomly lost time and become The Demon, but he'd get use to it soon. That's pathetic huh? But that's the way this would have to be if she wanted to keep him.

"Hey. Do you remember that show in Dublin when I had just started competing by myself?"

"Yeah, I mean, sort of," he looked over at her with that puzzled look.

"I had just turned 18," the corner of her mouth turned up as she remembered that night, "for real this time."

"Ha, yeah I recall." That got him to smile, "so I took you out to celebrate since I'd missed it."

"You told me you'd buy me whatever I wanted if I promised to never lie to you again."

"Ooh, ya ran me such a tab that night," he tipped his head back laughing. Then twinkle formed in his eye and he smiled to himself.

"What?"

"Nothin' I'm just…rememberin' the skirt you wore that night."

She thought for a minute, "the camo one? Oh god."

"It was quite 2005," he was beaming and nodded, "it looked good. I mean, not that I was lookin'. That would've been inappropriate."

"Right." She rolled her eyes, Finn always protested anytime someone suggested there was something between them. He cited her age, his rank in the gym, but never said a word about not wanting her.

"Do you remember anythin' else about that night?"

"No, because I went shot for shot with ya, and it was a mistake."

"I think I saw The Demon for the first time that night."

He looked up quickly, "you're kidding."

"There were these guys hangin' around outside when we left, piss drunk I'm sure. We kind o' stumbled out, and they started hollerin' at me…"

His face twisted with anger, "I don't like where this is going."

"No, I mean, they were talkin' real gross, and you started to act strange. The way you moved and talked, it was odd. And then you walked right up to one of 'em, and just…decked 'im. Right in the face. Knocked 'im right out."

"I did?" The smile returned to his face, "Suppose even The Demon knows he's supposta protect you."

"I'm just sayin', maybe you should stop worryin' about him, maybe he knows what he's doin'."