Hello, again!
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And for those who took their time to leave me a comment: I don't know who you are, but thank you, I love you.
Again, I'm sorry for my mistakes, as I said before, English is only my second language and I'm trying to improve. I really did look for editors, but none wrote back to me, and I really did not have the time to wait because I actually have a deadline to submit this stories.
This is part 2 and it tells you a bit about Finn and Hero's past.
There's SEX!
And..
Two more parts to come.
I hope you like it.
Again: I'M SO SORRY FOR WHATEVER'S WRONG.
I promise I'll find some willing editor for my next story.
*****
I was half awake, half asleep.
It was a chilly morning outside my dorm room, but I felt warm all over. Partly because I was snuggled under a thick blanket, but mostly because Finn's body was overflowing with heat that transferred from him to me.
He was lying with his chest to my back, the cold tip of his nose pressed to the soft spot behind my ear, his long arms around me.
"I had this dream." His hoarse voice was drowsy and I shivered when his warm breath caressed my ear.
"Hmm?" I hummed in question.
Finn nestled himself closer to me, his nipples brushing on my back.
"I dreamed I was spooning with Chewbacca, and there was all of this hair in my mouth. I was drowning in hair, and-" He stopped mid sentence when I elbowed him in the ribs.
"Ouch!" He hissed.
"If it suits you better, next time you can sleep on the floor, you wanker." I said sleepily, faking offence.
The small bed reverberated with Finn's laugh. He nuzzled my hair and then turned me so I laid on my back on the mattress. Lying sideways, he propped himself up in one elbow, pecked me on the lips, and rested his cheek on his hand while he stared down at me, grinning widely.
I arched a quizzical eyebrow at him, but he ignored me shaking his head while his other hand fondled my mane of thick, curly hair which was spread all over my pillow. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of his fingertips running over my hair.
"My God, you're one beautiful girl." He said in a low voice, and I felt my lips twitching in a content smile.
Regardless of my romance phobia, I loved the way he spoke to me sometimes. Like I was the only girl in the world to him.
His fingers moved down from my hair, going over the curve of my nose and then to my lips, outlining them. I opened my eyes lazily and studied Finn's own lips.
He had the most ridiculously sinful lips. They were pouty and the upper lip was slightly plumper than the bottom one. Moving up, curious and hungry, my fingers rose to touch the curve of his cupid's bow, which was so accentuated it'd make a woman envious.
"You have girl's lips." I said teasingly.
He smiled while he took my hand on his and kissed it.
"Yes, they're girl's lips. They're your lips, and you're a girl."
Unlike me, Finn didn't mind saying cheesy things and 'I love you' whenever he felt like it. I, however, had always felt a little awkward saying such things. Out of my mouth they sounded ridiculous and unserious.
I'd rather show him that I loved him other than say it. I simply felt too much to speak. Words just wouldn't do it, they weren't enough.
"Well, now," I started, pulling him down for a kiss with my hand behind his neck. "That's good to know."
His lips were soft and warm on mine.
There was something about morning kisses. They felt more intimate, more honest.
I kissed him slowly, taking my time to feel and taste him, but when I started breathing harder, he tried to pull away. I lifted my head accompanying him as he withdrew.
"No, Hero, don't even start! We have to get up, otherwise we'll be late for class. Again." He said on my lips using his warning voice.
"Nooo." I pouted, dropping my head back to the pillow.
"Yes." He retorted.
"No."
"Hero."
I snorted and turned face down on the bed, childishly putting the pillow over my head when I heard his serious tone.
"Come on, Hero. Get up already." Finn removed the pillow from over my head, and pulled the blanket down to my hips.
Heating was awful in the little room, and I felt goose pimples rising all over the naked skin of my back as my nipples hardened at once.
"Finn!" I protested, trying to pull the blanket back on top of me.
"We have to get up, Hero." I could tell from the way he spoke he was a second away from becoming annoyed with me.
"No, we don't!"
We were in a tug-of-war with the blanket, and Finn was winning.
Still laying face down I pulled the covers from him with all the strength I had, bringing all of it over me and exposing his naked body to the cool air of the room.
"Oh, you little-" Finn jumped over me trying to pull the covers off of me.
In my disadvantageous position there was little I could do to stop him. So when he finally succeeded in throwing the woven cloth to the floor, I turned to my side and curled into a ball to try and keep some heat in.
"Oh, Finn, you mean bastard!" I squealed.
He started laughing again.
"Oh, you poor thing! You cold?" His large hands closed around my waist and he turned me on my back on the bed again, positioning himself in between my legs. "Let me warm you up."
Small shivers accompanied the kisses he planted along the skin of my neck and shoulders, all the way down to my belly.
"Love," His warm breath blew on my navel when he spoke. "As lovely as this bed has been, we really must get up now."
I whimpered. "No, please."
"Hero."
"I need sleep, Finland!" I protested and ruffled his large curls, feeling all the effort from the night before catching up with me.
We were meant to go out for dinner last night. Finn said he had something important he wanted to tell me and he needed to make an occasion out of it. But when he came up to my room to pick me up, the kiss that was meant to be a greeting one, turned out be a really hot and long one, which in turn became a whole night of marvellous sex. We had slept for roughly two hours the whole time we had been in bed.
Finn's head was resting on my belly, his hands on the sides of my hips. He shook me a little when he noticed my eyes had fallen closed.
"Hero, I'm very serious. Come on." His voice was demanding and I could tell he really was serious, but I just couldn't control how tired I felt. And also, I didn't see him making any actual effort to get his bum out of bed.
"I can't get up. My legs aren't working anymore." I said defensively.
Finn's long body crawled up over to mine until our eyes were at the same level.
"I bet your legs work just fine." He said, the corners of his mouth turning up.
With a tentative look on his hooded brown eyes, he bent down and took my lips on his.
"Hmm." I moaned on his mouth. "No, they don't. You broke me."mI replied as one of his hands cupped my right buttock.
I ran my fingers over his hair, the silky feeling making my fingertips tingle. My tongue licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He granted it, and his own tongue invaded my mouth unceremoniously, and gradually he was kissing me harder and deeper.
Reflexively, my legs went up and wrapped themselves around his waist keeping him prisoner and bringing him closer to my body.
My nipples rubbed against the skin of his chest, hardening even more. My hands found their way to his back where they explored, going up and down, feeling the firm, smooth skin there. Had I his knowledge on human anatomy, I would be able to name all the superficial muscles on his back on tactile sense alone. I loved how he reacted when I let my nails go up and down the long trench his spine formed when he contracted the muscles on his back. He'd always shiver and make a delicious sound of pleasure deep in his throat.
Just as he kissed me, I arched my back to press more into him, and my legs gripped him tighter when my hips started to move beneath him, searching for some friction to relieve the need beginning to ache in between my legs.
"See how your legs work just fine, love?" He said in between kisses, theatrically trying to free himself from the grip of my legs, by pretending to pull away while making an exaggerated expression of effort. Finn exhaled a long breath with affectation as if the attempt of escape had worn him out.
"See?" He pointed out. "Now I'm sure you can get up so we can have some breakfast."
I groaned, running my nails over the newly sprung stubble on his sharp jaw. As much as he shaved, Finn had very thick facial hair that grew terribly fast. It very nearly hurt my skin whenever he grazed it over me.
"Why, Finland, if you're hungry, I have the solution to that right here in between my legs." My voice held a lascivious tone.
I knew he was probably starving given we had skipped supper, and so was I now that he had mentioned food. Nevertheless, the protestation in my stomach was easily undermined by my hunger for him.
He stirred above me, smirking.
"God, you're trying to kill me, woman."
I laughed.
"That would prove impractical, seeing that If I killed you I wouldn't have anyone left to satisfy me."
