Warning: This chapter dips into adult territory after Emily puts on the CD.

Finn was curious.

The elevator ride earlier had thrown him, stirring up emotions Finn could not allow himself to feel. He avoided Emily as politely as possible during lunch, not trusting himself to say or worse do something stupid. Lance for his part seemed oblivious to Finn's discomfort. The meal had sat heavy in Finn's stomach and he had lied about needing to be back at the base to avoid a potentially torturous afternoon in the company of the two lawyers.

Except he hadn't gone back to the base. It had been Finn's intent, but after crossing the street and finding himself in a small parkette, a bench beckoned promising support and solitude. A moment to breathe and gain his composure. He needed to think.

Finn hadn't expected to see her again so soon. When he spotted Emily leaving the office on foot, he wondered where she was going. Without thinking, Finn found himself following her.

Keeping her in sight, he kept a decent distance between them, not that Finn needed to worry. Emily never looked back, not even once. She seemed to have a goal in mind, making her way quickly towards it.

The streets changed slightly as they moved away from the office. Greenery expanded as large trees shaded the walk. The buildings turned from concrete to brick. And the people changed as well, fewer and fewer suits, more and more backpacks. Were they on some kind of campus? Was this a school? Finn wanted to know what Emily was doing here. Did she teach after work?

Eventually, Emily stopped in front of a low long building with walls made mostly of glass, providing clear sight to the inside. It was a vast room with a collection of chairs and musical stands at one end. Without hesitation, Emily opened the door and made her way to the opposite side, sitting in one lonely chair.

Positioning himself so he could see Emily without fail, Finn waited. She pulled out a small notebook from her purse and then after a moment of rummaging around, a pen emerged as well. It was a rare moment to study Emily, sitting there, not knowing she was being watched.

Finn noticed how she held herself, straight-backed yet elegant in her posture. Her petite features were enhanced by the late day sun streaming in the windows. Being slightly turned from him, Finn wasn't close enough to see her eyes but he knew, just knew they would be alert and intelligent. This was his Emily on the hunt for something, she was in full inquisitive mode.

His heart rate increased a notch. It was his old Emily. There was an aura of confidence surrounding her and Finn knew she was doing something of importance. Gone was the wallflower of a woman who he interacted with at the office. Even though she was completely alone, she commanded respect.

Except she wasn't alone anymore. Finn had been so absorbed in drinking Emily in he had not noticed the other end of the room, slowly filling with people and instruments. Only when a muted tune started from the group did he recognize the presence of others.

No one interacted with Emily. She simply sat in the corner and started writing in her notebook. Finn desperately wanted to know what words that pen was committing to paper. But he could not draw any closer without fear of being noticed.

The song the band played drew to a close and there was a moment of silence. Then the first few notes of a new song hit Finn's ears. His heart reacted first, recognizing the tune. It was their song. It transported him back to when they first heard it together.

Thunder rolled outside and Finn paced the length of the boathouse floor. Emily was late.

If only he had a cell phone, he could call and make sure she was okay. When she had asked for his number, Finn had used his usual line about being to cool for cell phones. All in an attempt to cover the sad fact that in truth he was simply too poor to have one. But now he cursed himself for not finding a way to afford it.

The day after kissing her in her driveway, Emily had shown up at the bar as usual, but this time with his sweatshirt in tow. She offered it back to him in exchange for a date. It was the best deal he had ever made. Since then, they had seen each other every day, either before or after work. They had walked along the pier, strolled through streets, christening the town with their kisses.

The feel of Emily's hand in his changed Finn's world. The rage always boiling just below his skin subsided when she was close, her touch soothed him and softened the rough edges he usually bumped into in the world. But she was more than that. Emily illuminated everything. She was like a candle in the darkness of his life, lighting the way to a better place. Even his job didn't seem so bothersome. Having her smile to remember or to look forward to gave his life purpose.

Except for today. She had gone into the city with Mary and he missed his usual Emily fix. To make it up to him, she had promised to come by his brother's boathouse where Finn was staying upon her return. They had arranged for Finn to make her dinner and maybe watch a movie together. She should have arrived over an hour ago.

The storm raged on, dumping streams of water onto the lake outside his window. Rubbing his hand over his chest in an attempt to ease the tightness inside, he kicked a chair in frustration. Finn was desperate to know where Emily was. Had she forgotten about him? Had she changed her mind? Was she hurt and unable to come?

His temper tantrum was interrupted by a knock at the door. He hadn't heard a car pulling up but he hoped it was Emily all the same.

Throwing the door open, Finn was greeted with a sight that quieted the storm within him. Emily was here. Safe. But another soon roared up. She was drenched, water pooling at her feet where she stood.

"Em, what happened?"

Emily stepped forward into his open arms, pressing her sopping wet forehead into his chest. "Mary refused to give me a ride."

Finn let out a curse. Outrage blasted through him.

Taking a deep breath, Finn focused on what was important to him. Emily. Pulling her into his one-room living space, he ushered her into the bathroom and began covering her in towels. "How did you get here?"

"My bike."

Finn stared at her. It had to be 10 miles. "You rode all that way in this?" He couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice.

"There wasn't anyone around. And I couldn't call you to tell you I wasn't coming."

Finn silently cursed his lack of phone and money again. "I'm sorry," was all he could think to say.

Emily's lips trembled like she was going to cry. "I wanted to see you." her voice steady and convincing.

She's cold, you idiot! Finn thought. "We have to get you out of these wet clothes. You get dry and I'll find you something to wear."

Searching through his cupboard, Finn sniff tested his t-shirts. None would do for her. He reached in and pulled out the only clean item he had – a white second-hand button-down shirt given to him from Delora's latest boyfriend. It would have to do.

Returning to the half-open bathroom door, he stuck the garment through the crack. "This is all I have clean. Is it okay?"

"It's perfect. It's so long I can wear it like a dress."

Relief flooded through Finn.

"It doesn't really suit your style."

"The shirt? Oh, it was for my prom. But I didn't end up going." Before Emily could ask, Finn changed the subject not wanting to talk about that disaster. His date had abandoned him two days before the event, choosing to go with his best friend instead. Ex-best friend. "There's a hairdryer on the counter."

"Got it. Can you toss my clothes in the dryer?"

Finn's stomach turned. "We don't have one." There was silence on the other side of the door. "Usually Simon and I use the laundromat in town."

"No problem. I'll hang them in here to dry." Her words were followed by the noise of the motor of the hairdryer. When she finally opened the bathroom door Finn's mouth went dry at the sight of her.

The white shirt was miles too big on her but Emily had rolled up the sleeves to make it at least functional. She had left a few buttons undone at the top and he could see a hint of her milky white breasts. Her auburn hair was free and wild from the rush to dry it and all traces of makeup had vanished. She was stunning.

Closing the gap between them Finn folded Emily into his arms. His eyes drifted to the interior of the bathroom where her wet dress hung, alongside a white lacey bra and matching underwear. Emily had nothing on under his shirt.

Finn jumped back, releasing her. Avoiding her gaze, he tried to find a distraction. "Um, are you hungry?"

"Starving," exclaimed Emily.

Finn made sure to create some distance from Emily during dinner. Not trusting his body to betray how turned on he was by the thought of this sexy woman sitting across from him with nothing but a flimsy swath of cloth separating him from her soft skin. When she offered to help wash dishes he refused, knowing his body would betray him with her so close. Pointing to the old CD player in the bookshelf, he suggested she find some music to put on instead.

As he finished drying the last dish, the music started, sultry and low. A woman with a low velvety voice started singing about being in heaven and dancing cheek to cheek.

Finn turned around to find Emily standing with her hand outstretched towards him. "Dance with me?"

Behind her the light shone through the thin worn fabric of his hand-me-down shirt, silhouetting Emily's curves. Finn couldn't resist any longer. He walked over to her, taking the offered hand. "I don't know how to dance."

"It's easy." Emily released his hand and moved her arms around his neck. "Put your hands on my waist."

Finn did as she requested, shocked at how small her waist was compared to his hands. Emily grasped his shoulders and shook him slightly.

"Relax. I won't bite," she teased, gently massaging his muscles. Finn felt the calm only Emily could conjure seep into his body at her touch. She made everything seem possible. Even dancing.

Emily shuffled closer, eliminating the small gap between them until their bodies were crushed together. As she slowly ground her hips against him, the part of his body he had been trying to dampen all night stirred to life. Embarrassed Finn tried to swivel away but Emily moved a hand to the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

It was tender and light at first, asking permission to continue. It quickly deepened with his encouragement. Finn dug his hands into her waist, pressing Emily's body against his. She grasped his biceps to steady herself and leaned back to give him better access. Coming up for air, Emily angled her neck towards him and Finn took the invitation. Under his lips, he could feel the rapid rushing of blood through her veins. He smiled at the knowledge he had the same effect on her.

"Finn," it was a low word, pleadingly whispered into his ear, sending a shiver through him. "Touch me."

He paused, puzzled. Reading his mind like only she seemed able to, Emily reached down and taking his hand in hers, she placed it on her right breast. It felt made for him, the soft globe fitting perfectly in his hand. He squeezed it gently and Emily moaned in delight. Shifting slightly his thumb found a hard nipple and slowly grazed it. Emily moaned louder and longer. His budding erection responded to the sounds, pressing into her.

"Do you have condoms?"

It took a minute for the question to sink into Finn's brain, being too busy focusing on other things. Soft things. He had stumbled upon the box while looking for toothpaste his first night. Finn didn't want to know why Simon kept them here instead of in the main house. "Bathroom cupboard."

"Get them."

Finn hesitated for a moment; his hand froze still holding her breast. He was going to have to tell her. "Em,"

"Yes Finn," her voice husky, laced with lust.

Swallowing hard, Finn mumbled, "I..I've never done this before." His hands slipped away from her and he studied the floor. "I'm a virgin."

"Oh."

Finn expected judgement but he got kindness. He was a fool. Emily didn't judge anyone.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No!" Finn yelped. Then he repeated the word, a little softer. "No."

Emily wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "Because there are other things we can do."

"I want to. It's just...I...I don't want to disappoint you."

"Oh, Finn." She placed her cheek against his shoulder and murmuring into his ear. "You could never disappoint me."

How did Emily do that? One simple touch, one word and his anxieties began to leech away. Together, they found the box and put it on the table beside the bed.

Trailing her hand down his chest, Emily hooked a finger into the top of his jeans. Then she undid the button and slid the zipper down. His erection reacted to her touch, pressing against his briefs. "Remove these so I can see you."

She stepped back as he stripped off his clothing. Then Finn watched the look of desire on Emily's face as she examined his naked body. In the background, the singer crooned about only having eyes for you, seeming in sync with Emily. Finn's heart pounded in his chest.

Stepping forward, he took hold of the lapels of the shirt, now unbuttoned and half covering her. "Your turn." Finn tugged at the material, slipping it over Emily's shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Now his erection throbbed with the sight before him.

"Your beautiful," he whispered. Emily looked away, a slight pink creeping onto her cheeks. Finn reached out and took hold of her delicate chin, pulling her face back towards him. She kept her eyes lowered for a moment, a heartbeat. Then she raised them and Finn stared into steel blue irises that held eternity in them. "Beautiful," he repeated.

Her lips turned up, threatening to break out into a smile. Emily removed Finn's hand from her face and pulled him on to the bed.

With slightly shaky hands, Finn managed to slip the condom on before positioning himself between her legs.

He looked at her for permission to move. Emily nodded, adding, "Go slow at first. Give me time to ... adjust."

Not sure what to expect, Finn tentatively maneuvered himself towards Emily. A warm sensation enveloped him – like nothing he had ever felt before. And wet, but in the best way possible. He pushed in further, closing his eyes at the feeling. The feeling of her around him.

Below him, Emily let out a little moan. Finn froze. "Did I hurt you?"

Emily's eyes fluttered. "No, it feels so good. Don't stop." She dragged her nails down his back, encouraging him to sink deeper into her. Finn happily complied.

And then they were one. Hearts beating in unison, eyes locked in understanding. Finn never wanted to leave this place, this moment.

Moving beneath him, Emily made a small mewing noise. Finn's body sizzled in response. He wanted to be the reason she made that noise again. He pulled out and slowly plunged in again. He felt a pull in his stomach as she cried out his name in pleasure.

They began acting together, Emily meeting his movements, guiding him. Finn felt an electric sensation building at the base of his spine. Emily's body tightened around him and pleasure exploded up his back, down his legs and crackling into every nerve in his body. Time stood still as his whole body seized.

Then air rushed back into Finn's lungs. Trying not to crush Emily, he flopped on to his back. "That.. was... phenomenal." Finn tried to catch his breath.

Emily angled her body towards his, bending down and placing a kiss on his heaving chest. "It gets better."

"Impossible."

A short time later they did it again. It was better.

A door slammed somewhere, bringing Finn back to the present. Emily was still sitting on her chair, alone. Her head was down but she had stopped writing. He watched as she lifted her hand to her eye, wiping away at it.

Suddenly Finn needed to tell her. Tell Emily he still loved her. Beg her to give him another chance. He didn't care if she rejected him again. He had to try. His heart had to be heard.

Stepping across the pathway, Finn felt lighter than he had in years. This was the right thing to do. Putting his hand on the doorknob, Finn started to turn it, then stopped.

Emily was no longer alone. Two women had joined her, each embracing her in turn.

Finn let go of the handle and shrank away from the room and his love. He forced his feelings back into the fortress he had kept them locked up in all these years. His opportunity was lost.

Hi there again.  They say write what you know, but I broke that rule here.  I know nothing about what it's like to be a guy having sex for the first time. Remarkably my friends didn't like me asking.  

But I really wanted this scene to be from Finn's perspective so I gave it a try.  If you have any insight or feedback I'd love to hear it.