We Belong

Past Life

Here we are again with another chapter.

There are sexual situations present in the first two parts of this particular update.

Part one is Millie and Finn's first sexual experience (and by no means their last) and I highly recommend you listen to Sarah McLachlan's song, Fumbling Towards Ecstasy while reading it for added atmosphere.

Part two is an episode of their past lives engaging in naughtier activities.

If such things offend you, then by all means skip those parts, though you'll miss out on some amusing afterglow conversation in part one.

Part one also reveals how Finn and Millie are able to finally see each other... and how they always recognize one another, no matter what time line they live in. Hint: It's not physical.

Part two also gives us a glimpse at another life Finn and Millie lived and some of the wounds that need to be addressed.

Onto the chapter!

All the fear has left me now
I'm not frightened anymore.
It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh.
It's my mouth that pushes out this breath

And if I shed a tear I won't cage it.
I won't fear love
And if I feel a rage I won't deny it.
I won't fear love.

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The kiss was bruising and needy and she returned it, moaning at the boldness, so unlike him, her body reacting and she moved to straddle his lap, eyes widening at the hard and rather large bulge pressing against her and she broke off the kiss, gasping, "F... Finn...God..."

He froze in realization, a bit of shame filling him and he studied her. Did she... did she want to stop? Did she think badly of him for his body's reaction to her?

Millie sensed his embarrassment and frowned. His hesitation was visible in his features and her mind told her to stop, to not push too far, they weren't ready for sex yet.

Yet she wanted something... needed something... something only Finn could give her and she reached out to cup his face, urging him forward and she leaned in, giving him barely there kisses along his jaw up to his ear, panting into it as she rocked her hips forward and moaned. "Finn..."

Her body answered his question, Finn's hesitation vanishing, the scent and feel of her overpowering, and he hissed a bit when she rocked against the bulge in his jeans.

"Mills..." He panted and leaned in, pressing hot, slow kisses down her neck as his hands trailed teasingly up the outside of her thighs before cupping her rear and squeezing gently.

Millie bit her lip at his touch, the kisses to her neck driving her crazy with need, the ache blooming down low and she began to grind against him in response, whimpering at the pleasurable sensation and she panted when he squeezed her butt.

Her pleasure was his, and he was becoming lost in it... in her...The lustful feelings sparking between them was mutual but he didn't want the physical need to overwhelm the truth of what he felt for her.

I need... I need to slow this down.

Finn pulled back to study Millie, bringing his right hand up to cup her face, trying to still her movements with his left. "Look... at me... Mills...."

Her breathing was heavy, whimpering again when he forced her still but she did as he asked, leaning into his hand as she peered into his eyes.

He kept his gaze locked on hers, sensing this was what he needed to do, though he was unsure why. Slowly his vision grew brighter and he saw something beyond her honey tinted pools.