Playing With Fire

Part 4

AN: Changed to mature for language, but everyone knows I would have changed it eventually anyway for other reasons 😉

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She woke up feeling warm and so comfortable and just content. She loved being cuddled, that feeling of closeness, feeling safe and cherished that came from waking up tangled up in a man's embrace. She hadn't felt that feeling nearly enough lately, especially in the last year. She was gone so much, and then he'd started complaining that he wasn't used to sleeping with someone else in the bed anymore, and they'd gotten that bigger bed when they'd moved and when she was home she'd often woken up feeling all alone with him not even touching her.

She'd tried to explain once how much it meant to her, but it'd gone in one ear and out the other because it hadn't changed anything. She'd just gotten used to not having it, so this was a rare treat. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder and heard him purr in contentment, and suddenly her eyes popped open, and she realized. The arms wrapped around her what not the ones her half asleep brain had been expecting. She was all snuggled up with Finn, legs entertwined, his face buried in her hair, her face laying against the warm, soft cotton of his t-shirt.

He smelled really good, and despite the half second of panicky realization of what kind of situation she was in, she was finding it very difficult to make herself move. She really, really should. She was damn sure her fiance would not be okay with this no matter how innocent it actually was. He moved and her thoughts shifted to 'okay, maybe not so innocent' as one of his hands ran down her back, cupped her ass and remained there. Why did that feel so good? This should feel wrong. She should be running out the door, panicking about how she was going to explain it, not feeling herself drifting off again to the feel of his warm breath on her neck. Her last thought before sleep took her again was that she was not going to be explaining this one at all, and she might as well enjoy that wonderful rare feeling while she had the chance.

...

The next time she woke was to the sound of a phone buzzing. She was groggy as she felt Finn shift to reach over and around her to grab it off of the night stand. He turned it off and fell back against the bed, still half tangled up with her.

"Morning," he said, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Good morning," she replied slightly hesitantly, unsure of herself and the situation. He still looked half out of it. After a few minutes of silence he seemed to wake up enough to realize he had her trapped in place. She could see just a hint of pink on his cheeks as he said,

"Sorry," and he untangled himself from her. She instantly shifted from feeling unsure of herself to wanting to reassure him.

"It's okay, you warned me, but, um, maybe we shouldn't do that again."

"Yeah, sorry."

"Finn?"

"Yeah?" he asked hesitantly.

"I didn't hate it, and you're not suffocating. If I didn't have someone, um, I mean if things were different. I...I just want you to know...it was nice." His face softened, he went from looking panicked and embarrassed to more like himself, and he brought a hand up to her face, cupped her cheek, and brushed his thumb across her cheekbone for just a second. He said,

"Thanks Bayley," and she could feel her heart tighten in her chest and her own cheeks warm in response.

...

It was almost strange how comfortable things were after that. He'd already rented a car and offered to let her ride with him, so they found a place to grab food and coffee and got on the road with almost no awkwardness between them. They'd really overslept and barely made checkout time, so they didn't run into anyone else. The rest of their friends would have been going their seperate ways anyway to head home for their days off. She knew for the foreseeable future she was only going to get the one day off while she and Finn were competing together, but instead of feeling annoyed or sad, she was kind of excited.