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Every small kiss was met with an actual feeling of anticipation from the man who was enjoying himself immensely, falling into a much more comfortable and slightly excited state now that things were settled more definitely between them. He couldn't say that this was what he had initially sought when he first met the woman cuddled up next to him on the bed, or that he had planned any of this in the slightest, but now that it was all laid out on the table he saw no reason not to just savour the moment, to let himself actually feel.

But still it just didn't show in the way he looked at everything, in the cold emptiness of his eyes that had become like a security blanket for him, something to protect him from those who would seek to harm him with knowledge of himself. It was an old habit, but one that had proven to be too useful to just throw away now (if he even really knew how to let go).

At the mention of Jack, Finn had to scoff a laugh himself in return, before turning more serious. "Jack is my friend, darling, and if you want to be friends with him too, then by all means, feel free. But do not, not even for an instant, feel like you should trust him. I probably don't even need to tell you this but just...watch your back around him." It wasn't a threat, was never intended to be one. He wasn't trying to scare Fini away from ever going near the giant again (as if he thought he could even do that). He was just stating facts, and the cold hard truth was...if Finn wasn't sure he could trust Jack, then he wasn't about to hold back on giving that bit of advice to Fini. She was smart, she had proven she could handle herself, but that didn't stop Finn from saying it all anyway, as though by some hidden obligation.

Cuddling up came to an abrupt end when the bag was mentioned, and when Fini pulled away from him to reach for it to have a look, Finn placed his hands behind him on the bed and leaned back to watch, interested in seeing what she had brought...which was apparently her tournament winnings.

He was curious as to what she might find, and eyeing each can as she took it out, something in his gut twisted again. Were those canned peaches? Dear god what he wouldn't give for a taste of something so sweet, so the opposite of the bland food he'd been eating now for what felt like an infinite number of weeks.

And carrots as well? He'd never thought there would be a day when he'd actually appreciate the taste of canned any kind of vegetable, but here he was, eyeing up each can as though it was meant of an exquisite banquet, and not just almost tasteless and pumped full of preservatives crap in a can.

MRE's were nothing too special, considering they could still be found in the cafeteria, though maybe having a couple of extras in case of an emergency could be a good thing. Magazines? He eyed them a little, gaze narrowing on their covers. Was that porn?

.....Aspirin. Good for Fini, who was probably feeling her bruises even more now since...well....there little bedroom escapade.

He smirked.

He couldn't really see what was in the two bundles in his relaxed position, and was just about to straighten up to look in his curiosity when....

"What is it?" He asked, staring at the foreign object that was...sort of familiar, perhaps from some class he had taken early on, though those lessons had become an overwhelming jumble of confusion for the hunter who had just woken up and was still so unsure of who he was or what he had supposedly signed up for.

Finn couldn't help but smile at her words about trust, "Good girl." He murmured, going so far as to reach over as though to pat her on top of the head like one might do to a puppy for good behavior, though at least he was doing so in jest, and not out of any serious need to attempt to treat her like a docile animal. Whether or not she allowed him to, he also attempted to curl fingers around her waist to pull her closer to him, already prepared to close what little distance there was between them when she had pulled away to begin taking things out of the bag.

Of course he wouldn't have minded if Fini wanted to crack open all of those cans right away, unless of course it was to eat them all in front of him and not share a single bite, a bit of torture he wasn't so sure she would inflict him with. Obnoxious tease though she might have been, that would border on just plain cruel, especially considering the dire condition they were in when it came to good food.

He was amused by the way she giggled when she flipped through the magazines, lips curling up yet more but closer to a smirk then a smile. The porn didn't really interest him too much, but hey, if she was into that, he wasn't about to get in her way~

Finn also didn't speak a word when she took some of the aspirin right away, though he definitely approved of such action. While he might have contributed just a little to some of her overall soreness, he would not have wanted her to have to suffer through it if there was a way to ease the pain, so he was glad that some weird sense of self pride didn't stop her from doing what was sensible...plus he might have wondered if it might make her feel good enough for a little more fun after meal time....

No, he needed to stay focused, and not let his mind wander to far back into dangerous territory the longer he let himself just look at her, and her reactions to everything around her.

Finn still wasn't quite sure what to make of the thing she was holding out for him to see, though he was sure it must have been something remarkable, something very special even, by the way she was reacting to it. His curiosity and interest piqued, he sat up to take a closer look, though made no movement as though to take it from her. It still looked vaguely familiar, and he was just on the verge of cluing in when she spoke the words that matched the thoughts that were on the tip of his tongue.

He blinked a couple of times, surprised, before a grin spread across his features. "Now that, is fantastic." He laughed, as his own excitement began to rise. "Especially since you said we." He added on, knowing full well she had no obligation to take him along with her, but had obviously just put the offer down on the table. He leaned in to give her another kiss, thankful, and unable to contain the excitement that was now bubbling up inside of him at the prospect of being able to actually take his leave, and with Fini, no less.

"Maybe we can actually have a real date then, darling." he said, pulling away from the kiss but not far, hand finding her free one threading his fingers between hers, while his thumb began to brush across the back of her hand and knuckles, and leaning in again to steal yet another kiss because why not, he could literally sit here and kiss her all day if she'd let him.

The urge to do that only swelled when she suddenly handed him what appeared to be a pack of cigarettes, because thank ******** god that was actually almost better then the pendant.

"Not sure I told you how amazing you are today yet, Sunshine." He smiled, and fought the urge to tear into that pack right then and there.

Finn barked out a short laugh, while letting her pull his hand away from the top of her head. "So I've witnessed. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I like it when you're bad too." He grinned, happy when she settled in closer to him, very content with cuddling up to the woman he had recently claimed as his, and slightly distracted away from the items she had shown him now, due to her closeness, and the small tingles of want that had him fighting the urge to bury his face in to her neck to trail kisses down to her collarbone, and likely beyond. Food? Who needed food?

His stomach twisted and rumbled oh so quietly, reminding him that he did indeed need food though he might have liked to continue to ignore it in favor of other things....

The shoulder bump disrupted this wandering train of thought slightly, though the way she returned his kiss sent him straight back to where it was before.

"Mmmhmm..." He agreed, "With real food and real hot showers and maybe a real hotel room with some actual privacy...." He had locked his eyes on hers, his voice lowering, making it obvious where his thought processes were currently headed, or perhaps already were.

The next kiss nearly undid him completely. God he wanted her again, when they had already spent the majority of the day in bed and all he had to sustain him so far was a cigarette and a package of crackers.

He decided to rein in on his hormones hard, pulling away from her a little hastily, though not without a smirk on his face, one that grew when she settled in next to him, joined hands moved to their legs. He tilted his head to rest against her shoulder. "How kind of you." He murmured, eyeing up the can she leaned forward to snatch up, the one that he'd had his eye on before...other things...had intruded his train of thought, his hand curling around the package of cigarettes before he straightened back up, removing his hand from hers and, unable to stop himself from it any longer, opened up the package to see what he had to work with.

Half a pack. Not bad. He slipped one out while she dealt with the can, a smirk that bordered on a more genuine smile still pulling at his lips. Digging into his jeans pocket for a lighter, he raised the cigarette as though to say 'cheers', before placing it between his lips and lighting it up. They were dry, as was to be expected, the smoke as it entered his lungs a bit harsh, but he'd take what he could get. He turned his face away from her to exhale, before speaking, already moving to slide off of the bed to move towards the still open window.

"We're in a sad state of affairs indeed to be this excited over stale, dry cigarettes and overly sweet, syrupy canned peaches." He stated, with an amused lilt to his voice, making it to the window just in time to ash his cig which was burning much too quickly for his liking, placing it back in his mouth for a long drag.

Finn could only smirk in response and give a small shake of his head. "Be bad for me, or be good, as long as you're mine I don't give a ********." He sounded cheerful enough when he said it, at least, and had maybe squeezed her against him just a little tighter before he had let her go to do his thing, nodding when she asked if what he had now was better then what he'd had before. "Adding any number of cigarettes to what I'd had is better, darling." He grinned from around the cig before rising, where he continued to watch her from next to the window.

It seemed she was intent on the can of peaches, and as he'd been eyeing it up from the get go, there was no way in hell he was about to protest against eating it. He was practically salivating already in anticipation, or maybe he would have been if not for the cigarette pushed between his lips, of which he was taking another long drag, tapping it off out the windowsill while now watching her move off of the bed with a sigh. "Your weapon couldn't just stab it open, I'm guessing?" He grinned, knowing full well that Trynt would have been pissed if he'd used him as a can opener of all things, and also would have reminded him it was a bit frivolous to use him in such a way.

Or he might have just growled and snarled a lot, who really knew.

Finn nodded as Fini left, grinning after her. Once she was gone, he moved to the mirror to check on the dryness of his hair before picking up the can of hair spray and setting to work styling it. He had done it so many times by now, it took him only a couple of minutes to have it done, all the while puffing on his cig which was burning away rapidly, before going to butt it and flicking it out the open window.

Fini still wasn't back, though it really hadn't been much time at all. Still, he opened up a drawer to pull out a black, half sleeved shirt to pull over his head, and a pair of socks to slip into before he found his boots to put on as well. She still wasn't back yet, so he stopped by the mirror to check his hair one last time before slipping out the door to find her, assuming she would have probably tried to find something to use in the common room first. He sauntered down the hallway in that direction, head cocked to the side as he came upon it, hearing soft footfalls against he floor. Stopping, he leaned against the wall and waited for Fini to round the corner, not wanting to startle her, before he pushed himself off towards her to block her way.

"You weren't back yet, and so I figured maybe I should come and check, since nobody should be jumping you but me." He smiled, eyes flicking to the bowls in each of her hands and wondering how good her balance might be, before he stepped even closer to her, arms attempting to snake around her so he could pull her abruptly forward against him.

Obviously he just had no patience at all.

Finn had not been so keen on letting her use Trynt either, and had scoffed when she made the suggestion, which was obviously answer enough without any words needed. After that he had let her go without any fuss, though still very amused, and more excited about their sudden arrangement with every passing moment. She just seemed to genuinely enjoy being around him, even when he was being his honest self, which was not always the kindest (actually almost never kind at all). It was...refreshing, in a way, to not have to worry about his own typical behavior, but also worrisome, as often people tired of his attitude quite quickly.

Oh well, thoughts for the future, maybe.

Because for right now all he wanted to focus on was the woman he'd successfully ensnared in his arms. She did not look particularly pleased with him at the current moment, but he was feeling pleased enough for two. It was especially nice to hear her say his name, his full name, in such an exasperated tone. In fact, he even gave out a little chuckle at the sound of it.

"Never been much for the virtues, darling. Sin is more my cup of tea." He grinned down at her, hands sliding down her back, low, stopping just short of possibly getting in a good grope...and then going for it anyways.

"You look absolutely beautiful when you're annoyed, by the way." Actually she looked beautiful all of the time, in his opinion, but that was besides the point.

This is what you got yourself into, Fini. Enjoy.

Fini only thought it was easy to get a rise out of him because she had managed to do it once when he had been tired, hungry, nicotine deprived and testy. Normally people had to try a lot harder then that, a lot of his true feelings hidden behind cold eyes combined with smiles, sometimes true and sometimes false depending on the occasion. Fini got a lot of the true smiles, however, and especially now when he was so obviously getting a rise out of her.

"Lucky or unlucky, darling? I think it all really depends on what you plan on doing to me once your hands are free~" He teased, then grinned all the wider at her whispered threat in his ear.

In response, this time, he gave her a small pinch instead of a hearty grab.

"Is that a promise, Sunshine? Will I be getting to see that side of you sometime soon?" He chuckled yet more, enjoying himself immensely in this time where she was at his mercy, unless she opted to ruin two perfectly good bowls of peaches in order to get him back now rather then later.

At the mention of eating the peaches, he tilted his head to the side slightly as though thinking that suggestion over. "Hrmmmmm but then I'd have to let go of you, and chances are you're not very happy with me right now...I'm seeing very little positive outcome that can be the result of that course of action."

Another grin. Fini obviously wasn't the only one who liked to live dangerously.

There was a grin on Finn's face that could not be wiped away no matter what she said or how she threatened him now. He was enjoying this little moment far too much for it to be any other way. She had irked him enough times now to have had this coming, and this was mild in comparison to what he could be doing to her. Copping a feel in the hallway? Not that big of a deal, really. Maybe it was her that should be considered lucky right at the moment.

"Good." His voice came out low, expectant, and likely in a tone that should have been reserved for the bedroom only and not out in the open, exposed, where anyone passing by could hear him. He was about to lean in for a long, deep kiss when she turned around in his arms and leaned back against him, so instead he went for the side of her neck, kissing it softly a few times before grazing it with his teeth in an attempt to throw her off of her game even more.

"Mmmmhmmm, ya, you do that." He murmured against her skin, arms tightening around her as if he was content to just hold her there for the entire day.

And then, as though remembering where they currently were, he sighed, and pulled his face away again, resting his chin on top of her head instead. "We should eat out here. I'll be too tempted to do other things instead if we go back to my room."

As though she'd have absolutely no choice in that matter.

There would be plenty of time in their relationship for Finn to not hold back.

In the meantime, with chin resting on top of the hat-like-toque-like-beanie-like-whatever thing on top of her head, Finn still held her close with one arm while loosening his other, and letting his hand drift down over the front of her thigh, fingers trailing, then suddenly pressing in more tightly, a light squeeze, his thumb massaging into her leg in slow circles.

Her slightly breathy voice, the goosebumps, the small shiver...none of it had gone unnoticed and only spurned him towards more similar actions, even if he was attempting to behave himself (sort of) for the time being.

She relaxed into him, and he lifted his chin up when she moved her head to the side, tilting it to look up towards him. He leaned down to give her a soft kiss then, because that was too tempting to pass up.

And then he moved down to her neck again, while still rubbing his hand along the front of her thigh, trailing down along it with yet more light kisses before stopping to answer her. "Well then I would say maybe you aren't all that interested in eating right now either...unless you want to incorporate one into the other." He replied, whispering it into her ear before tilting his head down to graze her neck with his teeth again, this time a little bit harder then before, as though he actually intended to bite, before stopping himself.

"Whatever you want to do, darling, but we should probably get out of the hallway at some point." Were those footsteps he heard, approaching from behind? And some light snickering? He could easily shrug it all off but he wasn't too sure how Fini felt about such open, public displays.