We Belong

Premiere

And here we are with another update.

No warnings this time. Next chapter though... more naughtiness ensues.

I'm beginning my divergence from the current timeline now, as Finn is given information about his character that he's going to have to work hard to achieve (But this will be a necessary and important step in his healing of core wounds as well.)

Millie will have her own issues to work on (namely dealing with her father and her fear of losing Finn in some violent way.)

My plans for season 4 are going to be Mike and El centric, though the whole cast and new ones will play a part. So like a two for one.... or is it three for one (Fillie, Mileven, Stranger Things) story? I hope you are all up for that. Ahem... anyway, onto the chapter!

Well you've heard about love givin' sight to the blind
My baby's lovin' 'cause the sun to shine
She's my sweet little thing, she's my pride and joy
She's my sweet little baby, I'm her little lover boy

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Finn sat in the Santa Monica High School auditorium with Caleb to his left and Millie to his right. He caught the amused look his brother Nick threw at him as he passed by, heading over to where his parents, Eric and Mary, were standing.

They had flown in from Vancouver for the special event and while the boy was happy to see them, Finn knew he would have to tread delicately if he wanted to spend any alone time with Millie.

The thought of her made him turn his gaze in her direction. He tried to be subtle as he admired the view. Her toned calves were visible underneath the fluffy pink material of her dress, which regrettably hid her equally toned thighs.

Thighs he had touched... and thighs he wanted to touch again.

His gaze drifted upward, noting that her hair was pulled back, revealing her perfectly smooth neck and he was thankful his little nibbles from yesterday hadn't left marks.

His eyes reached their final destination, becoming enraptured by her smooth and unblemished features.

Millie wore makeup but it didn't matter to him. She was perfect with or without it... and so Goddamn beautiful it was hard not to stare... or to touch.

Images from last night still played in his head, the sounds... the feel of her in his lap... the breathy way she moaned his name. It took all his will power not to grab her hand and run off with her to some secluded place so they could express their feelings for each other again without prying eyes.

I love you, his heart sang.

I want you, his body growled.

I need you, his soul cried.

So many things he wanted to say but couldn't in mixed company.

So many things he wanted to do with her, for her, and even to her.

But I can't right now, his mind reminded him. I have to behave.

Later then. When we can be alone.

Millie sensed the love and desire rolling off the boy next to her and she dared a quick glance in his direction, trying not to giggle when his eyes widened a bit before snapping his gaze away.

She took the opportunity to study him.

His contract with YSL had done wonders for his style (save for the dreadful sweater from yesterday) and she couldn't help but admire how well the red leather jacket complemented his black and white striped shirt and black slacks. The ebony tie was a nice touch as well.