Page 43 of A Hard Fit

Finn leaned Rory back against the counter, pressing their bodies together. His lips parted, and he was home. The kitchen vanished. The party disappeared. Finn’s house, his art, his obscene jack-o-lanterns, all gone.

There was only Rory.

The kiss went on and on, until he was dizzy and they had to break apart for air. He pulled in a deep breath, oxygen flooding his cells like the joy flooding his soul.

“Thank God,” Rory murmured, hands gentle but very present on the back of Finn’s neck.

“Thank God what?” Finn asked, brushing another kiss to Rory’s lips, his little kitchen a sparkling disco ball of euphoria around him.

“I mean”—Rory sucked in a small gasp of pleasure as Finn’s nose dragged along their jaw. Their fingers were back in Finn’s hair again—“thank God you like me back.”

“Are you serious?” Finn tried not to snort as he cocked an eyebrow at Rory. “Thank Godyoulikemeback!”

“What?” Rory laughed, thumb now leaving a trail of goosebumps as it stroked Finn’s neck. “I’ve sort of had a thing for you since the moment I saw you.”

Finn rocked back onto his heels. “You…what? Really? Rory, I—I’ve wanted you this whole time, too.”

Now it was Rory’s turn to be shocked. “You did? I thought maybe you liked Luka.”

Finn threw back his head with a bark of laughter. “That princess? Nah, he’s my best friend but you… Rory, you…” He kissed them again, his tongue urgent as it found its counterpart.

God,fuck,if he could do nothing but kiss Rory for the rest of his—

“Oh, sorry.” The words ripped them apart. Georgia stood in the doorway, an empty chip bowl in each hand. “I’msosorry. I did not mean to interrupt…anything.”

“It’s fine.” Finn straightened his flight suit, aware he was desperately short of breath, and desperately aroused. “Sorry.”Well, not that sorry.

Rory cleared their throat and smoothed their hair.

“Oh, don’t be sorry.” Georgia set her bowls on the counter. “It's just a little quieter in here, is all.”

Suddenly Finn was very aware of the sound of Morgan pretending he was Freddie Mercury, voice rattling the windows at the top of his register. Apparently, the karaoke had started. Finn cringed. “This isquieter?”

Georgia chuckled as she refilled the chips. “I’m afraid so. I think he’s almost done, though.” She collected the bowls with a sheepish grin. “I’ll get out of your way.”

Finn meant to reassure her that it was fine, but she was gone before he could get the words out. He stared at Rory again. Fuck, they looked so hot, lips pink and swollen, tongue darting out to moisten them. Finn took hold of Rory’s hips.

“We should probably join the party,” Rory said, seeking Finn’s lips again.

“Why did I agree to host a party?” Finn muttered, eyes closed. “So stupid.”

“At least it got us here,” Rory murmured in reply before their tongues touched.

Finn’s hands slipped down Rory’s waist and gripped their neat little backside. “I’m kicking out every last one of them right this minute.”

Rory laughed. “You can’t do that.”

Finn sighed, pulling Rory closer, inhaling their scent like it was the only thing he needed to survive. “All right, fine. But, then…” Another kiss, searing and urgent.

“Yes,” Rory whispered, sending more goosebumps rippling over Finn’s skin. “Then.”

With great difficulty—more difficulty than he had ever experienced doing anything in his life—he let go of Rory and got back to restocking the veggie platter. The noise coming from the living room had lessened, and the soft, pleasant sound of Georgia singing drifted in as they chopped and stacked the veggies in brightly colored piles.

But everything was different now. Now Finn’s soul was singing. Now he was floating ten feet off the ground. Now he could take Rory’s hand and kiss them if he wanted. And he did. So he did.

“Mmmm,” Rory moaned, jar of ranch dip in their hand forgotten as they returned the kiss. “By the way, you look so fucking hot in your costume, Maverick.” Rory tilted their lips up to his, impossibly tantalizing.

“You haveno ideahow sexy you are in yours, Goose,” Finn replied, stealing yet another kiss.

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