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The not now had been a slip of sorts, a distant thought that he had given voice to without even realizing it. It might have meant something, or nothing at all, because no real decision had been made on his part.

Marriage. He just wasn't quite there, yet. It would definitely require more time, and more thought, no matter how logically approached.

But living together? That, he was pretty sure, he could handle. And if it didn't work out, well, it wasn't like it would be difficult for Ripley to move back out ....though getting a room on the main floor again might not be easy, as it seemed that they were in high demand at the moment. Though that, and Ripley's question, provided entry into another thought.

"Between missions and work around the island, I'm sure it won't be an issue. Having said that, if you're really worried about space, there are houses we could look into." He shrugged, and then chuckled when Ripley pulled away to squint at him, lifting the arm that wasn't beneath the other man so that he could slide his hand around the back of Ripley's head, fingers lacing through his hair to pull him closer.

"You have so far, though I honestly don't ******** know how. I'm placing bets on how great I am in bed, though." He grinned, and pulled Ripley even closer still for a long, lingering kiss.

Finn started to wonder why they had even been talking at all, when what they were doing now was so much more thrilling. The insistence in Ripley's movements, in both the press of his lips and the way he pushed Finn back, served to remind the moon hunter of what had been missing those last few months. It was all that he had been yearning for, with warm brushes of skin and heated breath against his mouth, and a mutual, indescribable need. He could have basked in the feel of scarred hands tracing along his body for hours and never tire of it.

He could live with this man. He could, and he wanted to, and now that the idea was there, in the open, it didn't seem nearly so daunting as it had before when it had been nothing more than an occasional passing thought. So, when Ripley said yes, Finn let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding, his eye closing as he let out a slight chuckle, a sound that was almost disbelieving, and when his eye opened again, it was when Ripley had maneuvered both of Finn's hands over his head, pinning them there.

"That." He paused, as Ripley nipped at his lip, blinking, a slow smile beginning to spread across his lips before he continued, "Is inevitable, really."

The next kiss was met with as much fervour as Finn could really provide given his position pinned beneath the other man. When they took pause again, whether it be after one kiss or several, eventually he would find an opening to say.

"You ******** love my charming personality so don't even deny it."

And since he was being restrained and he absolutely needed to drive his point home in some way, he leaned towards Ripley as if to kiss him again but at the last moment instead licked the tip of his nose.

Finn might have had a few more charming comments to make except that he was again reminded that talking could wait. So long as a certain legacy didn't interfere, at least, but just as before, Finn didn't want to think about that, instead focusing on enjoying every bit of what he was receiving. The kisses that made him shiver, the bites that hitched his breath in his throat, the nails against his skin that arched his back and elicited a groan of longing, his hands free to do as they pleased, but for a moment, he left them were they were, just above his head.

His voice was low, a rough and throaty sound when he spoke again.

"You're assuming I'm going to let you leave by tomorrow." His tone was teasing, though he could very well have been serious.

"Also I don't think I told you to stop."

Ripley saved Finn from replying with "I shouldn't have to" when his expression melted into a small smile, which caught the moon hunters breath as much as any kiss, lick, or bite, because it was a smile he had never thought he was going to get to see again.

And yet, there it was, and here they were, and pretty much any and all thought Finn had was turning into a garbled pile of mush in his brain anyways when Ripley resumed, all while pleading his case, a rather good case, really, for why they should move him in the very next day.

By the time Ripley stopped, Finn's breathing was coming out just a little ragged. <********>, fine! Tomorrow." He breathed out, closing his eye. "Persuasive b*****d." He muttered, though it was pretty obvious that he was enjoying this.

Ripley stopped. He stopped, and Finn was unimpressed.

"Tomorrow." He repeated, eye narrowing. "Unless you're suddenly desperate to get out of here right now?"

"Well, we were doing something, but you stopped." He grumped, but only with a slight begrudging tone that was quickly followed by a deep breath in and back out through his nose, his expression actually thoughtful for a moment.

"Do you actually want to do it now?" He asked, "Or are you just trying to ******** wind me up?" He managed not to add on on my ******** birthday, but only just barely.