A Different Life

forty six

Before they knew it, it was the week of the wedding. By Tuesday night Rory was ready to kill someone. When Finn came home he found her in the library curled up under a blanket with a book, obviously ignoring the rest of the world. He stood and watched her for a few minutes, he loved how absorbed she could become in any story she reads allowing herself to fall into a fantasy world and ignore the real world. He looked at her phone where it sat on the counter charging, it had forty-three missed calls. Finn was willing to bet a lot of them were from Emily, Francine, Lorelai and even his own mother. With a sigh he moved closer to her crouching in front of her to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, causing her to look up which is when he captured her lips in a slow, deep, sensuous kiss.

"Hi," Finn said huskily.

"Hi, not that I'm complaining but what was that for?" Rory asked, quietly trying not to disturb the peaceful quiet atmosphere in their library.

"I was just standing there watching you read, looking so beautiful and peaceful, I was overcome with gratitude that I get to marry you this weekend." Finn said shyly, realising that sentence sounded a lot more cheesy than he had intended it too.

Rory looked at her fiance, his hair was slightly too long the curls going past the nape of his neck and some stuck under his collar, his shirt had several buttons undone and was rumpled from being under his jacket on the way home from work, he looked deliciously disheveled so Rory pulled him down onto the couch beside her and into a kiss.

The kiss went from chaste to passionate in mere seconds. Rory's tongue quickly claimed his mouth releasing a soft moan from her. Rory didn't even consider what his hands could be doing at the moment until one suddenly stroked over her breast. Even through her tank top, the feel was exhilarating. He continued to lovingly stroke it until her erect nipple was prominent through the fabric.

As he caressed the sensitive bump, he leaned over to press adoring kisses on her cheek, just beside her ear. She couldn't help but close her eyes and just revel in the feel for a minute. Finn's body was right against hers and she could feel his excitement on her thigh. His hands went under her tank top and slid it up her torso. Rory sat up just enough to pull it over her head and as she was clear of the fabric, she collapsed onto the couch again. Her hair was spread around her head like a halo, her face had a flush that made her glow and it moved all the way down to her bare breasts and taut stomach. Finn stared at her for a moment, the shadow of a delighted smile crossing on his face before he leaned down to suck on her neck again, laying over her at last. Rory loved the weight of him. He was strong and capable, but she could easily move and adjust herself under him. Maybe it was cliche, but she couldn't help but think how perfect they fit together.

He pressed soft, delicate kisses down her neck to her collar bone and at last to her chest. He first kissed her sternum where he remained for a long time. Rory bit her lip, only to keep from crying out that she needed him. Her breasts were aching; she needed to be touched desperately. At the very least, as Finn pressed a kiss to one curve, he lifted his one hand to lightly tickle over a hardened rosy nipple. She whimpered lightly at the subtle caress, loving it and wanting more at the same time.

"Finn... please..." She whined softly, adjusting her legs to try and bring him closer.

He let out a chuckle. "All you had to do was ask."

Finn was loving this, hearing her grumble lightly. He adored having this authority over her. He wanted to drag this out, to savor every touch and kiss, he could definitely put off his own needs for the time being. He pressed sensitive kisses along her breast until finally he engulfed her nipple in his mouth, sucking and toying it with his tongue. Rory let out a satisfied moan. His other hand came up and cupped her other breast, massaging it gently. The moans and soft squeaks coming from this gorgeous girl were making his mind foggy. Even now, Finn still had to keep reminding himself this wasn't a dream, that the woman of his dreams was not only lying here for his pleasure, wanting him in turn, but that she would be his wife within the week.