Promise

11 Chapter

Kissing her on her neck and curve of her collarbone, they slowly head to his bed for another passionate night.

The next morning Finn awakes earlier than usual. Looking at Rory, he feels how afraid he was that she might leave again before the night is over. He loves the feeling of her hair lying on his chest which tickles him and her right arm lying on his stomach. She's an amazing woman, beautiful, intelligent and he's getting more and more jealous at Logan. Logan did everything wrong from the start, the no strings attached relationship, the cheating... and she's still Logan's girl. Yes, Logan's girl! Not his! He sighs. He cheated again, he has never thought he would be able to do this to one of his best mates, but he also never thought he would feel such passion for a girl, or for anyone.

Rory opens her eyes slowly and Finn is looking at her with a smile. The smile on this handsome man's face reflects his adoration towards her.

"Good morning, love," Finn whispers softly.

"Oops, we did it again..." she tries to joke, biting on her lower lip.

Finn nods. "I know, love..." His smile is sweet, filled with hope.

She could feel his erection below, enjoying that he couldn't get enough of her she snuggled closer to him never wanting to leave.

Finn, though, cannot stop his thinking about when she'll leave. It's not a matter if she will, but when. It's Saturday and they could stay the whole day in his apartment if she wants, but he will let her make the decision. Enjoying having her in his arms, he kisses her forehead, while gently caressing her arm that is lying on his stomach.

Happily, Rory realizes that she is exactly where she wants to lie next to him.

They began to kiss slowly and tenderly, both soon realizing that if they continue, they wouldn't be able to stop. In the darkness they feel safe, but when the sun shines through the window they know that they must face their situation.

Rory's stomach begins to growl reminding her that she hasn't eaten in a while. His Super Kings size bed makes her feels like she is lying on a cloud, moving she rolls to the edge of the bed.

As he feels her roll away, the fear that Finn feel becomes real.

"Love, what are you doing?" He asks his voice quieter than usual.

"You heard my stomach, Finn. I'm a Gilmore girl, I need something to eat. So, I am going home and I will grab some breakfast." She answers hesitantly.

"Or..." Finn begins with a wink.

"Or what...?" She asks curious.

"We could have breakfast in my apartment," he suggests.

She looks puzzled.

"Love, I'm a grown man, I can cook breakfast" he states.

She giggles.

"Yeah, but I'm a grown woman and I can burn water in a pot."

He smirks. "Okay, in that case, you wait here in bed or sit on the couch for breakfast ... definitely somewhere far away from my kitchen," he teases.

Rory pouts, sitting cross-armed on his bed.

Finn leans forward, touching gently her chin, and looking in her deep blue-eyes. "You may think that pout works for you, but you look more like a cute animal than a wild tiger, love."

"Cute animal?" Rory exclaims.

"Yeah, love, you know, I'm always using pet names, however, you're special..." Finn stutters.

"Special, like 'Stop eating the paste', special?" Rory asks, remembering immediately the last time she used that question.

Finn smiles softly. "Rory, I like you. I don't want to use the same pet name I use for everybody else."

She blushes.

"I want to call you my little Possum," he continues.

"Oh my God, Possum?" Rory answers with disgust, "like the stringy, nocturnal rodent that hangs from trees with its gross, bare tail which plays dead? That same animal who sneaks around at night with razor sharp teeth? Is that what you really think of me?" She quickly starts getting up out of the bed.

"I want a special name for you, honey or babe is boring, and everybody would expect kitten. I want something special for you. There are some extremely cute animals called possums in Australia. I never considered the American possum when I suggested it." Finn thought that Rory would like to have her own pet name. This would show her his affection, not upset her. In Australia, the word possum is sometimes used as a term of endearment. He wanted this term to let her know that she was unique and he had strong feelings for her. Finn never had a serious girlfriend in his life. Rory is the first woman he would consider to be more than a one-night stand.

He leaned in giving her a short kiss on her lips. "I suggest; I get breakfast ready, while you use my tablet to Google the Australian possums."

Rory nods, she leans back on the tall Headboard of the bed, reaching for his tablet on his nightstand.

"Alrighty," Finn smiles softly, leaving the bedroom as he heads toward the kitchen.