Page 46 of A Hard Fit

Rory slid their hands inside his suit, around his waist and up his back and Finn lost the ability to form words. He shrugged his arms out of the sleeves and wound them around Rory, pulling them tight to his body. The kiss heated, erupted and roared white hot behind Finn’s eyes. Then they were moving toward Finn’s bedroom, Rory stumbling backward, Finn holding them up with strong hands around their small waist.

They banged through the bedroom door and Rory peeled their own flight suit off, revealing a tight white tank top and underwear.

“God, you’re sexy,” Finn muttered, eyes drinking in the sight, hands reaching, lips searching. Finn pressed them to Rory’s neck, dragging along their jaw to their lips, then they fell onto the bed, limbs winding.

“Finn,” Rory moaned as their hips rocked together. “Please…”

Finn paused, pushed the hair off Rory’s forehead, stared deep into their liquid eyes. “Yeah?” He couldn’t tell if the pounding in his chest was his heartbeat or Rory’s.

“I’m yours, Finn. Take me,” Rory whispered.

So he did.

* * * *

A while later, they lay together spent, naked and sweaty, limbs liquid, a river of contentment under the blankets.

Rory propped themselves up on an elbow and twisted one of Finn’s curls around a finger. “The number of times I’ve thought about doing this…” they murmured.

Finn closed his eyes. “Do it some more, please.”

Rory smiled, pushing their long fingers through Finn’s locks, leaving a trail of goosebumps across Finn’s scalp. “Your hair is a wonder,” Rory said. “You don’t know how beautiful it is.”

Finn’s heart was near bursting. “This feels amazing,” he murmured.

Rory leaned forward and kissed his nose. “I’ll run my fingers through your hair all fucking day if you want, Finn.”

Finn reached up to brush his thumb along Rory’s cheek, then kissed them again. This kiss was slower, gentler, the kind that went with the delicate teasing of ginger curls, twirled around long, clever fingers. They fell asleep, and the night drifted away.

* * * *

“What are you up to today?” Rory asked. The sun was doing its best to poke through Finn’s thick bedroom drapes, but with Rory still tucked firmly against his side, Finn had no desire to acknowledge its existence.

“Today?” Finn frowned in fake concentration. “Let me think. Busy day. First, I was planning to hold you for a while.” He lifted Rory’s hand and kissed their knuckles. “Second, fuck you into the mattress again.” The skin of Rory’s inner wrist was soft against his lips. “Then we could shower. I am an excellent back scrubber.” He kissed Rory’s palm. “I’ll make you breakfast and tell you how amazing you are for a while, then maybe I’ll fuck you again.” He blinked innocently. “Why, what do you have planned?”

Rory’s sigh was the sound of angel wings fluttering, like the ones tattooed on their collarbone. “That. Exactly that.”

* * * *

At some point in the middle of those plans, they were back in bed. Finn traced a finger along the vines on Rory’s arm. “What are the letters?” he asked.

“My family’s initials,” they said. “My dad, Jonathan. My mom, Lainey. My brothers, Jackson and Griffin, my sister, Bailey.” That letter was thicker than the rest, and a little swirlier, like another letter had been covered up. “And then Jackson’s wife Amy, plus Minnie and their baby Fiona.”

“And what’s this?” Finn leaned down to kiss the script on Rory’s ribcage. “‘Let it out and let it in’?”

Rory smiled down at Finn, whose nose was traveling toward their hip, leaving kisses along the way. Rory rolled onto their back, sliding their fingers into Finn’s curls. “Just breathe,” they whispered. “Just breathe.”

* * * *

“You play the guitar?” Rory asked, eyeing Finn’s Gibson sitting on a stand in the corner of the living room. They were on the couch, after Rory insisted on helping clean up from the party, eating leftover candy.

“Not really,” Finn replied. “I only know a handful of chords. I just mess around, really. You should hear Luka, though. He’s incredible.”

Rory got up and retrieved the guitar, bringing it back to Finn with a plaintive smile. “Will you play me something? Please?”

Finn already knew he was going to have trouble ever saying no to that face. “I guess, if you want to hear me scratch a few things out.”

“I do.” Rory handed it over with a kiss.

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