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Finn might have not been as worse for wear as Fini, but at that moment all he wanted was a nice long, hot shower. Of course, hot wasn't going to happen, and as such, long likely wouldn't be in the cards either. He'd already cleaned himself up once that day, after his own match, but it had been merely a change of clothes and a few moments spent attempting to brush and shake all of the sand out of his hair. Now he could make sure he was much, much more thoroughly cleaned.

He hadn't stuck around long during the rewards ceremony, partially because of the weather, and mostly because he knew that in a matter of minutes the showers would all be full of those attempting to get clean after a day of gritty, sweaty activity and muddy battles. He wanted to stake a claim on a shower early, and had done so, using what little soap he had found to scrub his skin clean and to wash his hair with, making sure to really massage it as deeply into his scalp as he could manage. No dirt. He wanted none of it, thanks.

Really wishing he had some actual shampoo for his hair, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself up with a towel, grabbing an extra one to rub at his hair before gathering up his disgustingly filthy clothes, (he'd put them inside out before getting in the shower so that they'd be less likely to get him dirty when he picked them up), and padding off back towards the hallway that led back down to his room.

Once there, he left the towel draped across the top of his head so that he could use his newly freed hand to open up the door, and once inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and immediately went to find his "laundry bag" which already had clothes from the day shoved within, and shoved these in there with them as well, before pushing it back inside of the closet.

While the man was expecting company at some point, now he really wasn't sure what to do next. The room was dim, the sun obscured by storm clouds that were letting loose fat drops of rain that slapped against his room's window. He didn't feel like getting dressed in more clothes, not having much left to spare and hating the thought of wearing something then just to wear it again in the morning, so instead he made his way over to his drawer and pulled it open, grabbing out a pair of pajama bottoms because that was really all he could think of, and slipping himself into them.

The towel got picked up and carefully folded and set on top of his mostly bare dresser.

After that, he pretty much just spent a lot of time squinting in a mirror, making sure all of the dirt was gone off of his body, and running fingers through his blonde hair, frowning at the fact that it would probably still be wet when Fini arrived and---

Oh, there was a knock on the door. He couldn't help the smile that curved his lips, and despite his hair worries, he didn't hesitate to take the steps that would close the gap between himself and the door, and the woman that was hopefully waiting on the other side.

But if this was Jack come to mope to him about Lina or Nevada so help him he would---

He opened the door, now half expecting to see the green giant, but delighted to see that it was indeed Fini.

He was even more delighted to see what she was wearing, and when his eyes wandered down well...he was having a lot of trouble bringing them back up again. It was unexpected, but definitely a wonderful surprise, and one that he appreciated.

"Hello, Sunshine." His voice was low, and he finally did lift his eyes to her own, and stepped forward, hand lifting, a thumb and forefinger pinching the loose fabric of her apparel and gently tugging her forward. "Come to light up my evening?"

That might have sounded cornier then he intended. Oh well. He'd blame it on a lack of concentration due to....well, all of that incredibly gorgeous standing in front of him in a skimpy outfit. That was a legitimate excuse.

Fini wasn't the only one who was suddenly hyper aware, though the moon hunter did try to hide it behind a smug sense of self confidence, evident by his smirk and the way he held himself. After his initial shock (and pleasure) of seeing what she had worn to come and see him in, he had managed to mostly compose himself, though in a moment all intelligence was in dire peril of fleeing completely as she began trailing fingers against the bare skin of his chest.

He released his tenuous hold on the very thin fabric that adorned her, hands both going to rest on her waist when she raised herself up to kiss him, he himself leaning down to meet her half way. It was nice, sweet, quick, but he was nearly finished with just plain nice now that he had her here, alone, away from prying eyes, and wearing...nearly nothing really. He just wanted more.

And she left him wanting more, for the moment at least. He had to fight the urge to grab her and pull her back when she ducked away from him, putting more distance between him then he would have liked, even if it was to let her gaze move over his body in a slow and very predatory way. Though it only further boosted his self esteem to have her do so, and to see her smile, just before moving in closer again and....

...Wait, was she apologizing? His smile grew, and his eyes narrowed yet more. Oh yes, this really couldn't have gotten any sweeter now. While he hadn't exactly forgotten about earlier, he had for the moment put it behind him, choosing not to dwell on it since right now the last thing he wanted to do was get angry again. Especially, you know, right now.

Goosebumps broke out over his skin when she trailed a finger against his chest for a second time, but he kept his silence just a little bit longer while she spoke. And longer still when she also gave him thanks, then began to kiss him, sending a small thrilling shiver down his spine, his hands sliding to her waist again, beneath fabric to bare skin, fingers tightening slightly, kneading, massaging, one hand sliding up slightly so that when her lips moved from his neck, to his cheek, and finally to his lips he could pull her in closer against him, perhaps just a tad roughly, and for a few moments he was not about to let her break away again, his pulse quickening as he kissed her back, mouth hungry against hers, and he found himself instinctively pushing, trying to force her back against the door.

When he finally regained enough sense to pull away, his voice was low and gruff, and he spoke with his face still just inches away from her own. "Maybe, Sunshine. Are you feeling lit up, yet?" He asked, leaning in, and tilting his head down to place a light kiss against her neck, just below her jawline. "And well, no, I don't think I do mind. Not one little bit." This time his words were whispered against her skin, his head tilting up slightly before kissing her again.

"As for the apology..." He stopped, pulling away from her slightly, eyes narrowed, but for once actually showing something. They were still cold, but there was something else there now. Lust, need..something he was okay with letting her see.

"How were you planning on making it up to me, darling?" Another smirk, as if he didn't already have an idea of what she might have in mind.

Finn felt like he was in the perfect position, and completely in control, with Fini practically pinned against the inside of the door. What distance she had put between them had melted away in seconds, as he wanted nothing more then to just have his body pushed up against hers, to feel her, to taste her lips again and again. Whatever had made him hold back before now had fled, from thought, from body. He didn't even want to think about all the reasons why this was a bad idea anymore. He just wanted this. He wanted her.

But there was just that one tiny problem, that small question, that niggling doubt that had him wondering, but it was something that only Fini could answer, and would require a bit more talking then he was willing to participate in right at the moment.

At her first reply he let out a sharp bark of laughter, a loud sound after the hushed, deeper tones and breathy whispers. Her fingers were digging into his shoulders more tightly and he welcomed the feel of it, hands relaxing from his own hold on her for just a moment as they brushed downwards. "Well then, Sunshine, we'll just have to see if I can't do something about that, won't we?"

Hands stopped at the backs of her thighs and lifted, hoping to raise her up to make them eye level, intense brown locked on to piercing blue.

He allowed the soft brush of lips that she offered , but before it could become more she pulled away, or at least, turned her face so that she could lick his god damned cheek. He was caught somewhere between needing to wipe his face off on something and wanting to laugh more. Shaking his head a little, blonde hair fell in front of his eyes, and an amused smile played across his lips.

"Darling, I am not playing any games right now." He leaned forward just the slightest bit more, still gazing intently into her eyes, willing her to understand his sincerity in this matter, before once again his voice lowered, his gaze darkening.

"I want you, and I want to make you mine."

He was pretty much banking on her wrapping her legs around him once he had her lifted up, and one of his hands moved so that his arm was circled around her lower back, pressing and holding her against him, his hand resting on her waist, fingers clutching. His other hand moved up as well, but higher, stopping as he began rubbing small circles between her shoulder blades. He had her pretty much just as and how he wanted her, and he wasn't about to let go.

Well...not right at the moment at least.

He leaned his face against the fingers when they brushed against his cheek, smirk widening when they began to run through his hair, for just a moment taking him back to the day he had gotten her to bleach it for him, a day full of close calls, of treading a thin line between teasing and taking it too far. How things had changed in just a short time since then...

Pressing his forehead against hers, he was more then aware he had laid his wants and desires bare for her to do what she wished with. But..given their current position, he was confident she was feeling the same way.

Her words, punctuated by a kiss, proved what he had already guessed, and with a deep sound in his throat, something that was almost like a half-chuckle, he pressed his lips to hers again, what small shred of restraint he still held over himself disintegrating. No more talking, not for now, at least. All deep kisses and roaming, groping hands, he backed up, pulling her away from where he'd had her pushed up against the door, until the backs of his legs hit the bed and he had a choice of either letting himself fall back and giving her the upper hand or...

Ya, he turned, and dropped her onto the mattress first, following her down. Old habits died hard, and Finn still had a few control issues, it seemed.

Finn hadn't slept, really, save for nodding off for maybe an hour, probably less. It was as it always seemed to be for him. Exhaustion pulled him under, so that no matter how much his mind raced with thoughts, he eventually slipped into what he wished could be a deep slumber. Instead, he would jolt awake not long afterwards, sometimes after a couple of hours, sometimes after only a few minutes. He could usually manage to get to sleep again but there were the odd nights where apparently an hour or two was all he would be allowed, and in his frustration he would get up and find something to do. Tentacle watch or practicing with a dummy on the training field, or just doing exercises in his room. Something to get him going for the day ahead, since coffee wasn't really in abundance.

And neither were cigarettes.

He was staring down at the nearly empty pack in his hand at some point in the night, just before sunrise, free hand coming up to rub at a tired looking face before running fingers through messy blonde hair, debating whether it was worth it to smoke one now or if he should save it for later. He had woken up maybe twenty minutes before that, had made an honest attempt at going back to sleep, and had given up, carefully sliding himself out of the too small bed, not wanting to disturb the woman he was currently sharing it with, and collected his pajama bottoms from where they lay discarded on the floor to pull back on.

He glanced back towards the bed with a small, huffing sigh, his mind racing at a mile a minute, filled with thoughts he didn't want to be having. He rubbed his face again, and turned back towards the open dresser before tossing the pack back into the drawer, decision made. Making his way back to the bed, quietly, he slipped back into place, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, and waiting for morning to come.

At some point he had dozed off again into a light slumber, so that when there was movement beside him, it surprised him to the point where he nearly bolted up in bed in a panic. Of course, the feeling only lasted for an instant before he remembered the woman in his bed, and instead he found himself rolling towards her, an arm working it's way under her to curl around her and haul her closer to him, his other hand used to smooth away silver hair that smelled deliciously like cherries. "Good morning, darling." His voice was low, hoarse, and sleep deprived. Leaning forward, he placed a light kiss on the side of her neck, then lingered long enough to place a couple more before settling back down into the bed.

He was exhausted. He wasn't sure he had ever felt so tired in his life....or at least since waking up on the island. Maybe if he hadn't dozed off again he would have been fine, but for right now? Ya, he actually felt like he could get more sleep for once, but at the same time, if Fini was going to be awake then he wanted to be awake too. He reached over to begin drawing lazy circles against her shoulder, circles that began working their way down her arm, and he smiled, an almost feeling of contentment settling in with the over tiredness. "Did you sleep well?"

If she'd asked for pain killers, Finn might have actually gotten out of bed again to go and find her some, not that he thought he'd be able to track any down. As it was, he had no idea just how sore she even was, having guessed that she wasn't in perfect shape considering some of the bruises she had been sporting, but after the night before welllll...

It was hard to believe she was feeling all that much pain after the fun that they'd had. Still, that small groan when he pulled her near had him wondering if perhaps she wasn't feeling quite up to snuff, or she might have still just been very tired as well. It was hard to tell, really.

His fingers, having trailed their way all the way down to her hand, slipped between hers and he leaned forward to place another kiss on her, but this time on her shoulder. "Mmmm, well, the sun is up, if that's any indicator." He yawned as soon as the words were out of his mouth, shoulders flexing as he stretched his back by arching it inwards, then let himself relax once more with a loud exhale through is nose.

His eyes closed again. He really did feel like he could go back to sleep, for once.

They opened when began to move, twisting so that she was looking up at him, her voice speaking nothing but truth. "Not hard to do, Sunshine." He yawned again, once more contemplating getting up for a smoke, knowing that the nicotine might just give him the small buzz he needed to shake off this lingering fatigue.

He leaned his head into the feel of her fingers, enjoying the sensation while it lasted as they first ran through his hair, and then against his cheek, soft and warm against his skin, his eyes closing again, so that at first he didn't see her grin.

Until he opened them again, and instantly grinned in return. "Are you sure you want me to sleep, darling? Looks like you're thinking about another round."

He didn't look like he could make it through another round, though he sounded as cocky as usual.

"Maybe." He closed his eyes again, reveling in warmth, in the feel of a womanly body cuddled up against his own, the feel of soft skin brushing down the side of his face, before fingers trailed down his neck and began working in small circles against it. "Maybe it's just the apocalypse lighting up the sky, in which case, somebody else can deal with it." Because ya, he wasn't moving any time soon. Not even to abate his nicotine craving, or to sate the hunger that twisted deep in his empty and aching belly, after having eaten very little the day before or...any day recently really.

Okay maybe he would have to get up to eat, but just, not right now.

"Though, I have to say, there was Sunshine in my bedroom keeping me up all night." He teased, eyes still closed, but a smirk playing across his lips. If his eyes had been opened, and he had caught her leaning in for a quick kiss to his chin, he might have caught her for something deeper, but as it was she got away with it, with him only peeking one brown eye open at her.

"Maybe later?" He let his voice show the skepticism he felt at her words, and he let out a dark chuckle. "Darling, there's no maybe about it." He shifted to pull her closer, but stopped when she began to very forcefully massage the muscles at his neck, then shoulder, then around to his back. It felt..a little painful at first, but not in a bad way, and he realized a lot of that might have been because he had tensed up, and he relaxed, letting out the breath he had been holding, and letting go of her hand as well, tilting her head back by placing two fingers under her chin, and leaning in for a very long, and very through kiss, before letting her go and letting her do..whatever it was she was doing because it felt really good to feel those fingers working against hard muscles.