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This was not something he had really accounted for, but it wasn't an unpleasant surprise when Fini responded accordingly, and then with nails digging into his skin and raking down his back. He let out a quiet hiss that tapered into a soft moan, and would have chuckled a bit if he'd had a chance, but she was kissing him again, and biting again, and he had to concentrate on other things, like making sure she didn't get too far ahead of herself, and that no matter what, it was him that stayed in control.

...Though letting her do things he didn't expect could be nice too. Still, he wanted it to be his choice to let her do them, not the other way around.

So maybe that was why he grabbed a hold of her hair even harder and rolled, forcing her to follow him and allowing her the opportunity to have him no longer on top of her. Of course, in such a small bed, the action could have nearly had them both toppling out onto the floor, and it was close, but they didn't.

Not yet at least. Who knew what might happen in the throes of passion later.....

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Speaking of later.

The room was hot. That was one thing Finn could definitely attest to and was more then likely the reason the blanket was back on the floor, along with the top sheet and the pillows. Finn himself laid stretched out, turned on to his stomach, his hair damp with humidity, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. It was uncomfortable, and horrible, and he needed a shower as soon as he could possibly get one, for once actually looking forward to it being cold.

There were parts of him that ached, but not in a bad way, mostly in areas where nails had dug fiercely into his skin, though he was feeling a little raw in a few other specific places as well.

And he loved it. He had loved every second of it. He had picked a good one, he knew he had.

Without a word, though with a light groan, he rolled over onto his back, sat up, and made himself get out of the bed. It was too hot there anyways. too hot everywhere. The window was still open from when he'd been smoking earlier, but there was no breeze to cut through the heavy heat in his bedroom.

Within seconds he had opened up each drawer to pull out an item of clothing, and then closed it. A pink t-shirt was flung towards Fini, but nothing else because...well, if she hadn't brought a pair of pants to wear, that was her own fault, not his.

Getting dressed to the point where he had on a pair of jeans and little else, Finn ran fingers through his now disgusting hair before making a grab for the cigarette on top of his dresser next to the lighter, prepared to finish it now before getting on with....well, whatever was left of the day.

He was very much aware of what he had likely done to her, exacerbating her injuries, and in some sense quite purposefully. It was probably because of this that he found himself putting distance between them while he let himself think, which he found difficult to do with hunger twisting in his gut again, this time too strong to ignore. Had he taken it too far? She hadn't seemed to mind, at the time, that was for certain, and a small smirk played along his lips as he lit up his cigarette, his back to the window as he watched her rise from the bed and stretch, wondering at how he could be so lucky that she hadn't gone running away from him yet.

He watched her get dressed while taking long drags on a too dry smoke, one that was burning away much faster then was reasonable given how much he needed it. When she put on his shirt and he noticed how...well, tight, it fitted in a certain area, he nearly winced.

She was going to stretch it out. Good thing it wasn't one of his favorites.

He remained silent though he could have thought of a million things to say, debating, questioning himself, his motives with her, wondering at the feelings he was already displaying towards her and trying to decipher whether they were real or merely a fabrication, if he was just trying so hard to feel something that his mind could actually make this all up. The jealousy, the desire, the possessiveness....was it all real? It certainly felt real.

How long had it been since he felt anything even close to this? He couldn't deny the way his pulse quickened at the sight of her, at the way his lips pulled up into a smile seemingly of their own accord. He couldn't help but feel mildly concerned with every hiss and groan and quiet curse. How badly had he hurt her? Not to the point of breaking, at least that much was evident...well, he hoped anyways. She looked okay even as she limped towards him from across the short expanse of bedroom.

He didn't answer her first question until she got there, and the small smile pulled up into a larger one, his eyes, however.....

Still cold. Who was even surprised anymore.

"Still you, Sunshine, only now you are a hot mess, which is even worse then just a mess, I hear." He teased, taking one last drag of his smoke before butting it out on the outside of his window sill and flicking it to the ground.

He bent down slightly to receive his kiss, but then turned to cup her chin with his hand and gave her a more proper one on the lips, though his own were feeling particularly sore and battered thanks to somebodies incessant biting habits.

And then she called him sexy, and he barked a laugh. As if there was any doubt! He kissed her again because he could, and because he liked doing it (at least he felt as though he liked it, and that was good enough for him).

"A shower, yes that is where I'll be going. You'll be off to get us something to eat then? Make sure you clean everything up while I'm gone."

He was still totally teasing. Totally.

Right?

Fini would come back to a room that had been tidied up, with all traces of the night before and the morning afterwards picked up so that the room was restored to it's meticulously clean state. He had watched her go with an amused smirk on his face, wondering if she planned on coming back, and deciding that he would dwell on it later, needing to get too much done now, and mentally telling himself off for wasting so much of the day when he should have been out doing other things.

Not that he regretted staying in and doing what he had done. That had been far too pleasant to feel bad about doing. It was just that he preferred to be much more productive with his time, and though it had been a nice break from the ordinary day, now he was hours behind what he would have already done. Going out for an early morning jog and a round of weapon practice on the training field would have to be nixed, and he'd be lucky if he found time to go and have a look at the plants he had helped to grow, to weed and water and check on their progress.

With an audible sigh once she was gone, he rubbed at his face for what felt like the hundredth time, and second guessing himself for what felt like the millionth, before he moved around the room and began to pick up what was on the floor. PJ bottoms were folded in half and rolled up and tucked neatly back into his drawer, then next came the bed. After that, he hauled out the cleaning supplies he kept hidden at the back of his closet behind his row of boots. A bucket, some cloths, bleach, and a small container of yellow, lemon scented dish soap he had nicked from the kitchen. He'd have to head out to fill the bucket with water, though he didn't feel like spending any time heating it on a gas stove.

Walls were scrubbed, surfaces were polished, corners were dusted. The window was left open in hopes of airing out any lingering scent of cigarette smoke, and everything was put away before he pulled a bag of toiletries out next, eyeing up the bag of laundry that was accumulating in his closet as well, before finally heading out to shower.

Again he had found himself cleaning up with nothing but a bar of soap and cold water, though he saw no reason not to scrub it into his hair as if it was shampoo, because it was better then nothing at all. He spent a long time soaking in the water, and making sure he was thoroughly cleaned before finally stepping out, one towel going around his waist while a second was used to dry his hair as best as he could.

Next came teeth brushing and flossing, before he rinsed out his mouth with mouthwash that had been diluted with water to help make it last. Then it was back to his hair again as he towel dried it yet more, narrowed eyes assessing himself in a large mirror, gaze lingering on angry red marks on his shoulders, before he turned and got a look at the ones trailing down his back.

He smirked, unable to not appreciate the way she had been persistent enough to manage to leave marks on him, though he knew they would likely fade throughout the day until they were gone.

This quick healing stuff was kind of cool, but a bit of a killjoy in some respects.

Getting himself back into his jeans, he left both towels in the used bin as he made his way out, his hair all disheveled but only to help it to dry faster, his bag of toiletries tucked under one arm as he made his way down the hallway towards the common room, where he hoped to find an MRE stashed away somewhere.

As luck would have it, one of the cupboards appeared to be fairly well stocked, as though somebody had only recently decided they could do with some more. Pulling one out, he flopped down on one of the couches, clearly in no hurry to get back to his room as he used his teeth to tear the package open, and scrounged around until he found a package of dried fruit, which he also tore open and began to chew on, while lost in his own thoughts, staring without really seeing at a black television screen.

When the package was empty he stood up, now with his bag he had taken to the showers with him and the opened MRE bag in hand, finally making his way back to his room to finish getting ready for the day.

He pushed his way inside of the room without thought, going straight to the closet to get rid of his things, though something else caught his attention before he could get there.

"Hello, Sunshine." He smirked at her, stopping in his tracks and turning towards where she was sat upon his bed. He was somehow both surprised and not surprised at all to see her back. "Didn't know whether to expect you to return or not. Just couldn't wait to get back in my bed, I see. Been waiting long?" He took in her change of clothes, something a little more stylish then what he'd seen her in before, as most other times she had been in uniform or dressed in clothes made for bumming around all day or....well, wearing what she had the night before.

Turning back to the task of getting rid of his things, he dropped his MRE bag on the bed as he went past, a slightly...uplifted feeling developing inside of him that he wasn't sure how to consider.

Finn's eyes narrowed slightly when he noticed she seemed a bit...off. Had she simply just been daydreaming when he had come in? It was a possibility. His smirk only widened however, and he moved towards the closet to get rid of his small bag, but not before pulling out a hair comb and, yes, a bottle of hairspray he had somehow managed to trade for at some point, though it was getting low as well.

Setting these both on a ledge in front of the mirror, opposite the bed, he turned back towards her, appraisingly so, before making a decision to move back towards the bed, eyes steady on hers. "You calling me a dream come true, Sunshine?" There was definitely a smug tone to his voice, before he turned and eased himself down on the bed himself, leaving some distance between them, leaning back a bit and resting himself with one arm to support himself, shirtless body twisted towards her.

Her question surprised him a bit, though it didn't show save for a slight raising of eyebrows. "You never said that you would. I can't say I wasn't hoping...." He let that thought trail off, frowning a little. She seemed a little...off suddenly, and while he had a feeling he knew where this conversation was headed, he still wasn't sure what to think, let alone what to say. All there was, were feelings, ones that he was mostly unused to.

"I just didn't know." He shrugged, and pushed himself back up and off of the bed, needing to do something with his hair now before it dried a mess.

He had a blow dryer. What he didn't have, was power to use it. It was a travesty, honestly, that his hair would never be quite perfect as long as Deus was still in it's black out phase.

He snorted at her response, still looking quite smug for a long moment before he had shrugged and gotten back up to deal with the blonde mess on top of his head. Picking up the comb, he could still see her reflection in the mirror as he began to run it through, making sure everything could dry nice and straight. He could see her chin handing at him, could feel the long silence that stretched out between them and it was...uncomfortable. He still didn't really know what to say. He wasn't about to ask her to be his girlfriend, because to him the notion was just silly, a title made for school aged children to giggle over in the corners. He wasn't sure why he felt that way but...he just always had. He'd call her that, if she wanted, if people asked, but it was a term that grated on him.

Finally she spoke, and he made eye contact with her through the mirror, unable to see the brightness in her eyes, so only able to hold her in the regard that her voice presented herself with. Seriousness. There was no smug smirk on his face, no smile at all as he waited for her to continue, to maybe tell him she thought that this was a bad idea.

And then she grinned, and that small bit of sudden uneasiness melted away, her words warming something inside of him that he had thought couldn't ever be ignited again, though it was so familiar, so reminiscent of another time....

He mentally shook it off, though apparently not fast enough as he immediately realised that for just a moment, a split second, he had let his guard down, so that there was a much warmer glimmer in his own eyes.

He shut that down quickly, mentally cursing himself for not being more careful. As soon as people knew how you felt, they could use it against you. He just had to hope that, as it was only his reflection she could see, and as she was on the other side of the (albeit small) bedroom, she hadn't noticed anything.

He took a long moment of silence himself, finishing up with combing his hair before finally turning and raising a hand up to cough into, as though clearing his throat. "Well I...have to say I have no issues with that at all, darling" He crossed the room towards her, placing his hands on the bed to each side of her and leaning in close, eyes intense, but back to being cold, and guarded. "It's the probably that has me a little.....hesitant, Sunshine." There, see, he could open up a little. "How do I know you won't go hiding behind the gloomy clouds as soon as you realize what a mistake you made, hm?" He asked, shifting his balance so he could lift one hand to stroke against her cheek, knuckles brushing against scars.

The way something in her gaze shifted, with what looked like it might be a dawning of understanding, made Finn want to push back away from her, disgusted with himself for opening up even just that tiny bit, for giving her so much as a hint about his past.That was all long behind him, over with, and not worth dwelling on. He didn't care about what happened back then, because it had been a different life. He didn't back down, or look away, because he didn't want her to think there was more to it then there really was. So he had been rejected once, so what? He had rejected plenty himself before that, and afterwards as well.

And he shouldn't have cared so much for what the future might hold. He had signed up for an early death by becoming a hunter anyways, so really, what could be worse then that? Feelings could change, people could change, and that was allowed. Knowing that he had limited time left should have helped him make this decision, to just live in the moment and see what happened.

The hand over top of his had him hissing out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, listening to her words while all the while holding on to that steady gaze, unflinching, unwavering. Those words could have meant a lot, they should have meant a lot, and they did give him that small bit of warmth inside again, just that smallest glimmer that made him question whether there might actually be some hope for him after all.....

When she kissed him, he finally gave in, and accepted that this was actually a thing that was going to happen now. They were going to be...a couple. He'd be lying if he said the thought didn't at least excite him a little bit, a fact that he might have made known by the enthusiasm by which he kissed her back, his hand moving out from under hers and to the back of her head before she moved away, breaking it off far too soon to make some quip about make up.

"These good looks are all natural, darling." He managed to say, before pulling her in for another long kiss to make up for the fact she'd broken off the last one for talking. Talking, when they could be doing this instead, though this time when the kiss ended, he needed a moment to catch his breath before murmuring. "Well I guess that's settled then."

There was a certain amount of relief that came with knowing that this hadn't just been a one night stand between the two of them, and it actually surprised him that he felt that way, though considering his jealousy the day before, he really shouldn't have been. Her words, as the kiss was broken off and she rested her face against his arm, were perhaps the sweetest thing he'd heard her say, and it earned her a smile from him.

"Mine." He said, voice low with a hint of a possessive edge. Yes, he liked the sound of that. Maybe she would regret this choice someday, but for now he believed what she had said. She wasn't the type to back down and run away. "Good. I never could ever share very well anyways."

Of course, at this point he figured he maybe should say something as well, something equivalent.

"And that would also make me yours, Sunshine, though I don't know if I even need to say it." He grinned at her then, a rather wolfish expression, finally moving so that he could sit on the bed with her, turning so that she still had his arm to cling to and lean against if she wished. His hair was momentarily put to the back of his mind, having been combed out and still requiring a bit more drying out before he could style it anyways.

"So what's for lunch, then?" He asked, having noticed the bag she brought with her and only assuming it was food.