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"Okay fine, compliment. I didn't know you were into college professors, Ripples. Should I be buying a lecture rod?" A smirk, a raise of his eyebrows, and what might have been a wink...or just very well timed blink. Really, it was impossible to tell.

The jeans were nice, though he was never sure he liked the way that Armani jeans tended to fit. Still he picked out a three different pairs in his size, determined to try them on (once he was able to drag his eye away from Ripley, of course).

The hip check and simultaneous pinch in return had Finn also tensing up, but barking out a laugh as he gave the other man a small shove with his elbow. Eyeing the jeans that Ripley picked, Finn couldn't help but ask.

"Need me to help you put those on?"

Glasses. At that Finn had to snort. How ridiculous would that even look with an eyepatch underneath? He imagined quite, though probably not nearly as ridiculous as having a monocle instead, the mental image of himself squinting to hold it in place enough to bring an amused smile to his face.

Still, it was information that was filed away for later, as was everything he learned about Ripley, even if the process was often times slow and arduous. In a way, that's what was fun about it.

The other man's mood was quite fun as well. Finn hadn't been expecting much more than perhaps a dry laugh and a get real look, but instead.....Instead he was practically being invited to act on his own suggestion, and for a moment, with jeans and hooded sweater held slung over one arm, he turned to watch the other man walk away towards the dressing room.

And then Finn was having a quick glance around at the stores employees, checking where they were, what they were doing, whether they were paying any attention at all. A half a minute passed, and Finn busied himself by snagging out another pair of jeans. Were they his style? Were they even his size? He didn't honestly give a s**t. What was more important was seizing the current opportunity as it presented itself.

He turned around and went towards the change rooms, barely a glance given to the workers in the store as he let himself into the room that Ripley had entered, closing the door behind himself with an audible click of the lock, his armful of clothes placed on a shelf against one wall before he turned on the stalls other lone occupant, closing the little space between them to slide an arm around his waist and tug him in close, head bowing to place a rather drawn out kiss against his lips.

"Convinced yet?" He murmured, voice low and husky, barely pulling away to do so.

They likely didn't have much time before somebody realized that they were in the same stall, and that would end in either one of two ways. There was a very good chance that they were going to be kicked out of the store, and while that would be a shame since Finn hadn't purchased anything yet, he thought that the risk was worth it.

The more appealing option, however, was that they were simply left alone to go about their business, the store clerks too embarrassed to do anything about it, so instead content to pretend that it was not even happening. That was what Finn really hoped for, because it meant that he could have his way with Ripley here, and still get his clothing.

Either way, he needed to take advantage of the situation while he could, and it didn't take much guiding on Ripley's part to have Finn pressing him against the back of the stall, arm coming out from around him, hands roaming down to the top of his jeans, one sliding across to undo the button even while he continued to press kisses against Ripley's lips.

BANG BANG BANG!

"Everything going okay for you in there, sir?" A voice from the other side of the door asked, sounding rather put out.

Finn probably would have just gone on ignoring the rapping against the door, but Ripley pulled away and the moon intermediate was left kissing either the air or the wall behind Ripley but it didn't matter because the only thing that mattered was that Ripley's lips weren't on his anymore and where the ******** did they go?

Finn let out an exasperated sound, clearly unimpressed with both the interruption and Ripley's initial reaction to it. However, he had to smile at the other man's choice of words, and he accepted the apology kiss with a smirk while awaiting for the sounds of the store clerks retreating foot steps.

When Ripley's hands went back to Finn's hair, he was not aware of the fact that the other man was smoothing it back down, and he was ready to get back to where they had left off.

But then he did realize Ripley was smoothing his hair down and stopped.

"What are you doing?"

Plan B sounded like it required a lot more stealth and silence and a much more gentle touch than Finn thought himself capable of...but then he remembered that two out of three of those things were just like every time they had sex on the island because of paper thin walls and Mr. Prudey Four-Eyes.

His lip curled up in a half smirk, and he leaned in to press several kisses along Ripley's neck. "Very. Devious." Really, he still wasn't sure what was going on with the man today but he liked if far too much to complain and well...it wasn't like they were ever going to see this place or any of the people in it ever again so he really gave a ********?

He rose his face back up and smiled back. "Of course." And then, following the n** to his bottom lip, he began to quickly and efficiently do his job as Ripley's "aid" and helped him remove his clothes.