[Anima Sola]

Hallo ihr Lieben
Ich muss heute mit ner Träne im Auge ankündigen, dass meine kleine feine FF "Dirty Little Secret" fertig ist, vorbei, aus, es gibt kein weiteres Kapitel... aber und ja, irgendwie war mir das von Anfang an klar, wird es eine Fortsetzung geben
Ich danke euch allen nochmal ganz ganz ganz doll für euer tolles Feedback! Ohne eure Kommentare wäre diese Story nie so schnell fertig geworden! Danke schön
Und nun, ohne große Worte, viel Spaß mit dem letzten Kapitel dieser Geschichte, es gibt Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll xD, Streit, Überraschungen, Geschenke und hoffentlich weiterhin viel Spaß - außerdem ist dieses Kapitel das längste von allen, ich wollte einfach nicht weniger schreiben, schließlich ist es das Ende! *seufz* Also, habt Spaß und schreibt mir eure Meinung!

Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 11

Several months later, Rory was lying in her bed as her cell phone rang through the silence of the room loudly. She turned around groaning and reached over to the night stand next to the bed, shooting a tired glance at the clock that said 4:03 a.m. She answered the phone with a smile.
“Hey, mom”, she muttered, leaning back in bed, her head on her pillow.
“21 years ago, I have been lying like I am lying now, with my stomach as big as a bowling ball and my ankles swollen and I was swearing like a sailor on leave. And there I was, in labour, and while some have called it the most meaningful experience of your life, to me it was something more akin to doing the splits on a crate of dynamite. And I was screaming and swearing and being surrounded as I was by a hundred prominent doctors, I’d never thought, that 21 years later, I would actually be grateful to have such a lovely daughter. I am very grateful! Happy birthday, little girl”, Lorelai finished her annual speech.
“I love you, mom”, Rory whispered back, grinning.
“How do you feel, now that you can do everything in the world?”
“I feel great”, she muttered and turned her head to look at the sleeping form of Finn who cuddled against her, his arms around her, his face turned to her, his eyes closed.
“Say hi to Finn for me”, Lorelai said.
“Will do”, Rory said and stroke his hair gently, before looking around the room. Their room. It’s been several months after they first met in the Pub and fell for each other over a bottle of Tequila. Rory was now in her junior, Finn in his senior year. As the new term had started, they had moved into a flat outside the campus, sharing their apartment with Colin.
Rory watched Finn and smiled. These last months were the funniest and happiest months of her life. She cuddled closer to Finn, her cell still pressed to her ear.
“I am happy, mom”, she whispered.
“I’m happy you’re happy”, Lorelai replied. “I’ll see you tonight, babe!”
“Bye, mom”, Rory said with a smile and flipped her cell shut, putting it back on her night stand.
She moved even closer to Finn, their faces inches away. He then slowly opened his eyes, blinking, before he threw her a smile. She replied his smile and kissed him quickly.
“Mom says hi”, she muttered.
“Hi to her and hey to you, love”, he whispered, his voice husky. “Happy birthday, darling”, he added and rolled a little lazily on top of her, kissing her.
She giggled underneath him.
“Can you believe it’s already October?”
“Time flies when one’s having fun, darling”, he grinned and kissed her neck.
“I can’t believe it’s October already…”
“I’ll certainly buy you a calendar”, he said against her skin.
“Can you believe this?”
“I’m not religious, love.”
“But can you believe this?”, she said, locking eyes with him by cupping his face.
“I can’t believe this, I am just living it”, he replied, planting a kiss on her forehead. “And I’m enjoying it.”
She smiled, wrapping the bed sheets tighter around them, closing her eyes as Finn put his head on her chest, breathing against her skin.

Rory awoke several hours later, inhaling deeply. As she reached her hand out to touch the other side of the bed, she found it empty. She opened her eyes and looked around. The autumn sun already tried to sneak under the curtains into the room. She sat up and grabbed one of Finn’s shirts, that was dangling over the end of the bed. She pulled it over and slipped into her jeans, before she looked at her reflection in the mirror that stood in one corner of the room. Giggling at how his shirt almost covered her knees, she opened the door and stepped into the living room – almost making a step backwards.
The entire room was decorated with butterflies and piles of books and newspaper articles and coloured light bulbs and so many other things she couldn’t yet realize. She just thought she had entered another world, a world that looked like the one in her dreams.
She noticed Finn standing by the door to the kitchen, watching her with a grin on his lips.
As soon as she noticed him, she ran towards him and jumped at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, covering his face with kisses. He tumbled backwards and held her tightly.
“Did you do this?”, she said after letting go of him, looking into his eyes.
He smirked at her.
“I can’t believe you did this – when did you do this? I never saw you up this early”, she grinned.
“Well, I’m unbelievable, darling”, he replied and kissed her.
“Thank you”, she whispered against his lips. “Thank you for being so incredibly sweet!”
“You’re welcome, love”, he replied, deepening their kiss.
She let go of him after a while and jumped back to her feet, smiling up at him, before she looked around again. Shaking her head, grinning, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly.
“This is amazing, I feel like in one of my dreams”, she whispered.
“That’s what I intended”, he grinned.
She looked up at him, smiling. “I love you, Finn”, she muttered, pulling her arms around his neck.
They locked eyes for a moment. “You make this whole commitment-thing so much fun”, he then said, a smirk on his lips. “It’s so easy to be a boyfriend, I’d never expected that.”
She kissed him quickly.
“I love you, Rory”, he breathed against her lips, causing her to smile even wider.
They soon found themselves caught inside a passionate kiss, before Finn let go of her and led her to the couch. She sat down and watched him forming a pile of presents on the table.
“Ooh, presents!”, she squealed.
He laughed and sat down beside her. It was then that the door of their apartment opened and Colin entered.
“Breakfast’s here”, he called out, heading to the kitchen with a huge bag of rolls and pancakes and other things.
He then sat down at the other side of Rory and grinned at her. She looked at him with a smirk as he said: “Happy birthday, Rory!” and handed her a small present.
“Thanks, Colin”, she smiled and kissed his cheek. “This is so sweet of you guys! I never expected living with you two would be so much fun!”
The boys exchanged grins, before Finn turned to Rory.
“Open them”, he just stated and pointed at the presents.
Rory nodded, grinning, and took present after present on her lap, unwrapping it, hugging Finn or Colin depending on who gave her what present. After several moments she sat between a pile of new books, several bottles of alcohol, amongst them (dressed with pants, shirt and hat) a bottle of Tequila with a name tag saying ‘Julio’, a pair of large butterfly wings that Rory immediately put on her back, a couple of large coffee mugs, a bag of coffee beans and other things she could only grin about.
She kissed Finn and smiled at Colin, before she got up.
“Thank you guys, this is so sweet! Thank you, Finny-poo”, she added, earning a frown from Finn that she kissed away immediately. “I’ll get dressed now and then we have breakfast, alright?”
“Your word, Mistress”, Colin said and walked to the kitchen, while Finn followed Rory into their room.
Rory just rummaged through her closet, when Finn closed his arms around her, standing behind her. He kissed her neck and she turned her head around smiling.
“I have to get dressed, hun”, she giggled as he gnawed on her earlobe.
“I know, love.”
“Well, I can’t get dressed when you are hanging on my earlobe”, she laughed, moving her head away from him in vain.
“I can help you”, he said, his hands slipping under her shirt.
“Thanks for the offer”, she chuckled. “But I can do this since I’m three.”
“You’re sure?” His warm fingers ran over her skin, circling around her breasts, making her inhale sharply.
“Yes, I’m sure”, she then said with a smirk and pushed his hands away.
But he merely turned her around by her shoulders and pinned her to the closet, kissing her hungrily. She sighed deeply when he moved his lips to the hollow of her throat, while his hands unbuttoned her shirt, running along the sides of her body. Soon she was messing with his pants while he pushed her shirt off her shoulders. They stumbled towards the bed, each messing with the other’s clothes.
Falling onto the bed, they continued kissing, Finn’s hands running over Rory’s abdomen, Rory’s hands wandering over Finn’s back. They rolled around in bed, kissing and giggling and hugging and smiling. After several minutes, Rory sat on Finn’s lap, her legs wrapped around him, while he held her close to his chest, both their breaths joining in a sweaty embrace. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as he pulled her even closer, her fingernails scratching over his skin. He silently moaned into her ear, kissing her neck, while they both joined in to move to the beatings of their hearts.
They soon fell off each other, both panting heavily. Rory rolled onto her side and faced Finn, who lay on his back, staring at the ceiling with his mouth open and his chest rising and falling quickly. She put her hand on his chest and felt how his heart raced against his ribcage. Moving closer to him, her arm across his stomach, she kissed his chest and laid her head onto it. He pulled his arms around her and kissed her hair, breathing against her neck.
She sighed loudly and raised her head to face him. Throwing him a smile, she sat up in bed and watched him with a grin.
“Thanks for helping me getting undressed”, she smirked and drew lines on his abdomen.
“Anytime, love”, he said, still a little out of breath, before sitting up, tilting his head.
Rory looked at the door. “I guess Colin is waiting.”
“I don’t think so”, Finn replied, grinning. “He’s probably gone already; he hates to wait for us.”
“Poor Colin, we really should be working on that”, Rory grinned.
“He’ll understand”, Finn just said and pulled Rory closer, kissing her gently.
“He will”, Rory agreed and leant even closer to Finn, deepening the kiss.
“Oh, hell, he has to”, he said and pinned Rory to the bed again, before they both kissed each other passionately, once more being lost in each other’s touch.

Rory got dressed finally, dragging a fully clothed Finn out of their bedroom to the kitchen, where Colin had prepared the table with knives and forks, coffee mugs and plates filled with rolls and pancakes. Finn poured them coffee and handed a mug to Rory, who sat on the counter connecting the kitchen with the living room. He stood in front of her, sipping his own coffee, and watched her.
She lowered her mug and smiled at him, tilting her head.
He frowned grinning and leant in to kiss her quickly.
Rory poked his nose playfully after they let go of each other again. He wrinkled it, his eyes darting to the top of it.
“I’m glad it’s completely fine again”, she said. “It would have been less fun with you if it would have been out of place or something.”
“I always knew you only like me because of my looks”, he mocked, poking her playfully.
She just grinned at him. “Of course! Because I am so superficial!”
“I know you are, love, as am I”, he said and took her coffee mug out of her hands, putting it down on the table. “So we are perfect for each other”, he stated and pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Yes, we are”, Rory breathed against his neck.

(Fortsetzung im nächsten Part)