'The delicious fish jumped on my plate.'

Rose: "..."

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She was quick to discern she was the fish and the plate is his bed but she was too late to react for running away when the man sleekly pinned her on the bed.

She felt her cheeks burn, she really didn't mean to get fed to him readily. She wasn't getting sleep and thought to talk to him as they sleep. She felt herself too naive gazing at his predatory eyes.

'We haven't even kissed, is he trying to scare me?' Rose thought and tried to be calm, "I am not fish."

Finn offered a new name, "Sweet and sour chicken?"

Rose just stared at him as his hand went to her back and pulled her sit straddling him until she felt both were rather too close to be sitting that way. She muttered as she tried to back off, "I am Rose."

Finn enjoyed her sneakily finding a way to escape without showing on her face however a little pull towards him ended her back on his lap, "Yeah!! A pink and fresh one."

'Fresh?' Rose pursed her lips trying her best to be nonreactive sitting on his lap and countered, "I am not a flower, it dies in a day."

Finn who just wanted to tease her stilled when she squirmed on his lap to get away from him, 'Damn!' He couldn't believe she made him hard just by squirming on his lap.

He had cuddled her a lot of times and snuggled in bed to sleep too but never felt such desire as he felt. He had thought he has total control over his body for the past ten years but now her lips looked too inviting and the small waist under his palms was tempting to explore.

Unaware she was ready or not, he didn't want to rush anything in their relationship so he stopped quickly but in compose placed her back on the bed. "Alright, a wild little cat!" He said and gritted his teeth thinking how to send her back to her room.

Rose nibbled her lips without understanding why he suddenly changed from teasing to serious. "What's wrong?" her little soft voice rang as she gazed at his face. She won't get afraid by his serious face anymore.

Finn breathed slowly trying to control his body and asked, "Are you here to seduce me in the crave of the early wedding night?"

Rose countered back instantly with a grim voice, "I did nothing. You are the one who is trying to seduce me. I just came to talk to you."

Hearing her raised tone when he was patient, he gritted his teeth and his finger wrapped around her ankle before pulling her back on his lap, "I see, you are too spoiled."

Rose felt her body crash against his and involuntarily wrapped her arms around his shoulder. Her heartbeats raised drumming against her chest when his breath started assaulting her face making her blush spread till neck.

Finn spoke against her cheek as she flinched by his warm breath, "What did you want to talk about?"

His words only met silence as he felt her breath twitch and her fingers moved up his nape. 'The dumb little cat is indeed wild.' He thought of receiving acceptance to his advances.

Yet, he instructed before he decided to continue, "Stop me if you are uncomfortable."

"Huh?" Rose didn't get to digest the words before felt a thin pair of lips landing on hers. Her heart pounded harder than ever trying to grasp he wasn't teasing her but… but kissing her.

The kiss wasn't soft as she always imagined watching movies but overwhelming for her to react quickly.

Finn doesn't even remember how he had felt kissing his past flings but now he just loved the soft petal-like lips perfectly molding into his making him crave for more.

Rose felt cold run down her spine while his warm hand caressed up her waist and let out a moan when the slippery tongue jabbed inside her warm mouth.

She lost every bit of sanity giving the whole control to the man following her instinctive reactions…

The innocent cuddling night she had expected turned hot and steamy keeping them busy for the rest of the night…

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In the morning,

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Finn for the tenth time tried to wake up Rose, "Don't you have an office?"

"Drive yourself, I am staying home," Rose grumbled under duvet covered from head to toe. And little grumpy for hearing him trying to trick her with the office on Sunday.

He couldn't believe one who runs around home to cook and feed was lazing on the bed, "Ms. Rose, what's the matter?"

Rose: "..."

Finn tried to pull the duvet down but she held tighter than ever. He chuckled sitting on the bed, "Shy? It's too late. Sore?... Hmm… I can help you with a hot bath."

"Ahhhh… Finn…" Rose shrieked the next movement when he carried her with the duvet towards the bathroom.

"Drop it." He ordered and saw her shook the head.

Finn buried his amusement and laughter when he remarked, "I like the wild cat more. Those edgy teeth, sharp nails, seduc…"

"Quiet, Quiet…" Rose shut his lips quickly, almost shoving the duvet to his mouth and saw his raised brows, teasing gaze, so she threw the duvet on his face and slapped her hand on his mouth, "If you speak again, I will run away." She threatened.

Finn moved his head up to slip her hand and asked, "Without clothes? It's impossible."

"Finn!" She yelled but shut her lips tight and felt her cheeks burn. She wasn't a naive little kid but a mid-twenties woman. She was a full-fledged adult with every human desire. It wasn't her problem if he had thought she was naive, however she hadn't expected her instinctive reaction to being strong either.

'What can I do when he is hot… and sexy?' Her cheeks again burned remembering the night.

Finn laid her in the bathtub throwing the duvet away and squashed her cheeks, "There is nothing to be embarrassed." He said indulgently seeing her flushed red.

Finn grabbed the body sponge for her but she snatched it away thinking he was going to bathe her. "Go go, complete your work."

Finn responded in utmost nonchalance leaning his head on his knuckles while the other hand played with the bubbles in the bathtub, "My today's work is tiring you out again and... Again."

Rose: "..."

She wanted to cry but they weren't coming. She had equally reciprocated, maybe the trust in him and the love so she failed to act as weak.

She asked hesitantly, "Do you dislike me a little now?"

Finn responded by capturing her lips, divulging in her sweet mouth, robbing her breath before leaving her with a red face, "What do you think?"

She darted her eyes around pressing her deliciously swollen lips on each other understanding everything is alright.

Finn pulled her cheeks and asked, "By the way what did you want to talk about at the night?"

Rose pouted for her simple night becoming erotic one, "I wanted to hear your story."

"My story?"

Rose nodded, "I want to hear your story of five years in country S with President Cooper."

Finn: "..." He couldn't believe she wants to talk about another woman after their intimate night.

Rose quickly spoke to avoid any misunderstanding seeing him silent, "If you are uncomfortable it's alright. I thought if you speak out, you will feel good instead of buried inside."

And she chided, "Who knew you were going to eat me instead of hearing me?" She snorted and looked away hoping Finn won't get mad.

Finn sighed after understanding her. "I don't feel heavy by those memories. If you still want to hear it... I will tell you about your president's love… You might fall in love with her again."

He planted a soft kiss on her head realizing she was all along trying to replace his old pain with happiness and ease him around her whenever she spoke about his past.

Rose giggled and pecked on his cheek, "I love you, Heartless Finn."

'Heartless?' He flicked her head and went to prepare breakfast.

Rose chuckled seeing him leave and sighed a breath of relief. It was Harold who told her to walk Finn's path and hear him, make him more open to her, and leave the past behind just keeping them as memories so she just followed his advice.

Undoubtedly, it worked as Finn became closer to her each time he shared his memories. Hearing him say he will tell about Aria and Alan keeping himself out of their life, she knew he wasn't giving Aria the same priority but just a friend, maybe a little special one.