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Twenty-Eight

[RORY]

"Do I get...a graduate certificate?"

Finn's eyes danced with delight, his dimple making an appearance.

"Would you like one?" he asked quietly, playing with the fingers of my right hand. He gently brought them to his lips, kissing each of the tips. "I can ask the pilot."

I flushed and he laughed, fueling my own.

"I just feel like I deserve some sort of recognition."

"You absolutely do," Finn hummed in easy agreement, snuggling in closer – if that were even possible. "It's not everyday one joins the Mile High Club."

"Statistically, I think it might be."

He shrugged. "Perhaps a stamp on your passport then."

As much as I loathed all of the implications of Finn's fame, I had to admit I didn't mind the band's private jet. We were 2 hours into our 11 hour journey to London and though I could do without Finn's incessant need to make 'Finnair' jokes, I surely didn't mind the alone time with my highly-sought-after other half.

I also didn't mind the private suite located in the back of the plane, equipped with a very spacious, very comfortable, King-sized bed. Fit for all kinds of... activities.

"How's it feel to have the eighth wonder of the world located between your legs?"

"Finn," I groaned, shoving at his chest as he offered me a boyish grin. "You're such an idiot."

He took my wrists in his hands and pinned me down underneath him, kissing me roughly. I hummed against his mouth, unable to hide my surprise when he dropped his hips and was clearly well on his way again. I stared at him with wide eyes as he smirked proudly, shrugging.

"Your body should be studied," I laughed incredulously, peeking down to confirm what I'd already felt. "How?"

"Well," he began, sucking on my bottom lip before continuing. "I've got the hottest girl in all of the lands naked underneath me. That's how."

"Don't you have to get online?"

Finn ignored my question, nipping at my neck, collarbones, chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat, shutting my eyes and trying to speak steadily.

"Dylan isn't going to be very happy with you."

"What Dylan doesn't know won't hurt her," he lifted his head, giving me an unimpressed look. "Rough weather, terrible connection."

"Finn, think with your other head. Don't fall behind on work for me, you need all of the time you can get with your family."

"I will have plenty of time with my family," he retorted, challenging me and slipping his hand between my legs. I held his gaze, trying not to focus on his very, very talented fingers. "Less talking, please."

As much as I meant what I'd said, Finn was stubborn and I was so very weak. We put the unnecessarily large bed to good use, making up for all of the lost time the previous week, his unspoken apologies felt with every dip of his hips, every kiss, every touch. His every movement was for my benefit, gently coaxing me over the edge over and over again – and following very closely behind.

"Oh, Finny-Boy," I exhaled playfully as he rolled off of me, panting and absolutely spent. "I've never said that before."

"Please don't again," his eyes were shut but he peeked one open, glancing over at me and not so subtly eyeing my naked body. "Sound like Jack and I don't want to think about Jack with my dick out."