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It was early evening, the days heat finally beginning to subside as Finn drug his weary self to the edge of his bed and plopped down. A days worth of hard work and training had taken it's toll on his body, but while he was exhausted, a glance to his phone showed that it was not nearly time to try and sleep. If he went to sleep now, he'd most assuredly be awake again by midnight, woken up by the nightmares that continued to haunt him nightly, giving him little opportunity for any amount of decent sleep.

With a long sigh through his nose, he began the task of removing each of his boots, dropping them on the floor before unfastening the belts on his jacket and shrugging that off as well. Slowly, he drew it onto his lap, and stood up to take it, as well as his boots, to the closet.

His stomach growled. He hadn't eaten since that morning, skipping lunch and dinner both. With a small grimace, he shuffled his way over to his dresser, inching open a drawer to retrieve a box of smarties, left over from his gaming session with Ripley, and his pack of cigarettes, all while eyeing the bottle of whiskey that rested on the dresser top.

Moments later, a box of smarties and a book in one hand, a glass of whiskey in another, and a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, Finn was seating himself on his bed once more, this time with his back against the headboard. Ankles crossing, whiskey set down on the nightstand nearby with the box of smarties along side it, book set and opened up on his lap, Finn took a long drag of his cigarette and began to read, only opening the smarties once the cigarette was butted out, and only beginning on the whiskey once those were gone.

A nice, quiet evening to himself, with no immediate plans to go anywhere else (unless a certain death trainee called, of course), Finn had pretty much settled himself right in, relishing the solitude that he rarely let himself have these past few weeks.

The door creaked open, and while Finn was tired, if it was who he thought it was come to join him (a little unexpectedly, but that was okay) for the evening, then he would gladly set his book to the side and greet the other man. In fact, he was already beginning to close the book even as he looked up, a small smile on his lips and an opening statement ready on his tongue.

But it wasn't who he was expecting. Not by a long shot. Not unless Ripley had grown half a foot and turned into some sassy, snarky, sarcastic woman (though the woman part was still up for debate).

Finn's smile did not slip away, but his cold stare did narrow significantly. The book snapped closed, and he set it to the side, arms crossing over his chest as he let his gaze take her in.

"Well." He began, his tone only slightly less dead pan then his stare. "You did offer to drop your pants for me. What kind of man would I be if I turned that kind of offer down?"

A stupid one. That was the answer.

Oddly enough, it was the sound of the door clicking shut that sent alarm bells ringing in Finn's head. She wasn't allowed to be here, and he had momentarily forgotten about that particular rule that he had himself made, though he reminded himself that this was nothing, really. Just a visitation and nothing more. Sitting up a little bit straighter, he swung his legs over so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed instead of completely on top of it, watching her carefully. She was a pain in the a**, that much was already made clear in the short time he had known her, and likely unpredictable as well.

Her smirk was met with one of his own, that all knowing, cocky smirk that didn't reach his eye in the slightest. He was waiting now, to see what she would do, both hoping for and at the same time dreading what action she might take.

Her hands slid to the top of her pants, and the muscles between his shoulder blades tensed slightly. s**t, was she really going to do this? Finn was equal parts turned on and disgusted, but his gaze never left hers, his smirk never faded.

And then finally, he glanced down, still smirking, "Oh. I see." A fairly uninterested tone in his voice, before he looked back up. "I don't know, darling. Why don't you take your pick, sweetheart? I wouldn't want to offend such a beautiful little princess such as yourself." His hands were gripping the edge of the bed, and his smirk was pulling into something larger, and he lifted one of those hands, to gesture to her to come closer.

"Not disappointed but perhaps just a little bit...underwhelmed." He replied, as smoothly as if it had all been scripted, as he watched her carefully for any kind of reaction to his words. He lived for pushing people, small prods to see just how far he could go and how they would respond.

He scoffed a short laugh when she let him know that he could continue calling her tranny, and oddly enough, he had already planned to. Much like he continued to call Chel, Jumpsuit even if it made no sense to anybody but him, or Oliver, Princess, or even Ripley, Ripples, though that had not been a nickname that he had come up with himself....

Something to think about for later. For right now, he had a beautiful, if not freakishly tall, woman moving to stand just in front of him.

"Yes." He replied, his smile growing. He didn't bother to stand up, however. He'd have to stand on the ******** bed to be able to look her straight in the eye, now. "So why don't you lean down here so I can tell you?"

"Cute." He murmured, more to himself than to her. She thought he was gay? Well, she was half right, at least, and while Finn had never been one to hide his sexual preference from anybody, he didn't feel any pressing need to correct this woman as she began to lean down towards him, putting her face just barely in front of his, not minding the physical contact of her hands on top of his knees in the least.

"Good." He smiled, a hand reaching up, attempting to grip her with his thumb pressing into her collar bone if she would let him, as he felt a need to pull her in even closer, so that their lips were just centimeters from touching. Leaning forward, he would then turn his head to the side, barely brushing against her cheek, to whisper to her, or say to her, if she didn't let him get that close.

"You need to get the ******** out of my room, now."

Of course he should have expected her to not do anything close to what he had told her to do, though he could have stood up and, despite height differences, pushed her out of the room with however much fuss as she wanted to put up. She was new, and he was not, which meant that he was stronger. Instead, however, he sat very still as she parked her rear end right on his lap, a smile twitching up at the corners of his lips, which would have still be precariously close to her face if she hadn't straightened up out of his reach.

Freakishly tall women were so ******** annoying.

Acting as though this didn't phase him in the slightest, however, his hand lowered from it's former grip, moving around and down, snaking around her waist as if to hold her in place right where she was, though not nearly enough to stop her leaning down towards him again.

"Yes. That is exactly what I'm doing." He answered her, tone still mild, but his muscles tensed just slightly when she asked her question. It was...somewhat close to the mark, he supposed, though way off at the same time.

His free hand came up to rest near her knee before sliding up her thigh, stopping to give it a light squeeze.

"No." The cold eye gaze was boring into hers, a small smile still on his lips. "But I might. Though, perhaps we could go to your room instead? I'd rather not make a mess in my own."

She could think whatever she wanted, but it was only by a series of unfortunate (actually more like fortunate) events that had led them to this point, where Finn knew that at any moment, a pale haired man could walk through that door and call off their agreement because Finn had broken one of their rules. A rule that he had made himself. A rule that he would, by any means necessary, abide by.

But she was playing some kind of game with him, now, and Finn so did love games. He liked to play them, and he liked to win them. She wasn't here to get into bed with him, her actions and words too insincere. She was nothing more than a tease, one who so obviously sought to wind him up for her own entertainment. It was so precious that she thought she might succeed, that he almost laughed right then and there.

"Trust me, darling, I like you no less than I did the moment I first laid eye on you." He smirked, the hand at her back lifting just enough to move down, than back up as his fingers inched underneath the hem of her shirt, hand gliding along the skin of her back, a fingertip trailing along her spine.

"Don't worry, I'll clean up after myself." He was leaning towards her again, perhaps to press a kiss against the side of her neck from the angle he was moving in at, but he stopped, and let out a light chuckle.

"Sweetheart, I am most definitely not short where it matters. But I guess you'll just have to take my word for it.....Unless you want me to show you."

Why not. She'd showed him hers.

"And I'll show you." Finn murmured, tilting his face just slightly into those knuckles that brushed lightly against his cheek, before turning his head enough to n** at her fingertips with his teeth, a motion that left him with an almost predatory grin on his face. "Once we go someplace else, darling. You can't stay here. Or even really be here right now.....like this at least." He used his free hand to gesture up and down.

"Not that I'm not enjoying this immensely, sweetheart." His fingers were now trailing back down her back, but for just an instant, his gaze flickered towards the door. Had he heard something on the other side of it? He was paranoid, no doubt about it, and the fact that he was indicated that he knew that this was wrong, and that he needed to stop it.

"What do you say, hrm? Let's take a walk. A short walk, if you want to go to your room instead, or a long one if you want to be more on the adventurous side. There are some really nice little chambers in the basement, shackles, stone slabs, the whole ******** deal."