Chapter 9: Unimpressed

Light from my television screen casts highlights on Finn's face as he eyes me from his place on the couch, waiting for my reaction. I face him, causing the blanket we're sharing to pull tight between us.

"So? What did you think?" he asks.

"Well..." I let the remaining credits roll as I form my answer. "I thought the Hulk would be angrier. Isn't he supposed to get bigger the more people piss him off?"

"What are you talking about? He went from a normal sized man to a green power train. How much bigger can he get? Trust me, this version was more true to the story line." He simply waves off my concerns.

"There's another version? How can you have two movies from the same comic book?"

Finn rattles off an answer. Something about an earlier movie where the plot was slow and didn't follow comic book canon. "The dad is never involved in the comics. They completely made all of it up. It's blasphemy."

When Finn said he brought over a movie to watch, I didn't realize it would be a superhero movie or that he would have such strong feelings about it. It's cute how animated he gets as he continues to describe all the ways this Hulk movie is superior to its predecessor.

"I don't know the original actor, but I'll agree Edward Norton is hot," I cut him off as he makes a comment about the actor.

Finn looks at me with one eyebrow raised. "I didn't say Edward Norton was hot, Aspen. I said he was a better actor."

Ooops. "Same difference. I don't understand why there is a second one anyway. Why does Hollywood think they get a do-over?" I ask to move the conversation away from the fact I may have outed my Edward Norton obsession.

"Weren't you listening to anything I said? This movie is better than the original. It had to be remade to give the franchise justice." He talks faster as he gets more excited. His hands wave in front of him with each point.

I couldn't care less about either Hulk movie, but I enjoy watching Finn's excitement over something he obviously loves. "No, Hollywood should have gotten it right the first time they made it. There are no mulligans in movies."

"Are too," he replies affronted.

"Are not. Good movies are done right the first time. Take the movie Clueless for example. That's a timeless masterpiece. You boys could lear——"

The press of his lips against mine cuts off my rebuttal. My head pulls back in shock.

"No more talking," Finn orders and then his mouth is on mine again.

His kiss is soft at first, but when I offer up no resistance he deepens it. He moves his hand to stroke my face and positions me to a different angle. His tongue slips into my mouth and he begins to explore. His kisses are harder than I imagined and led by lips that are firmer than they look. I taste the wine we've been sharing on his breath.

Finn wraps an arm around my back pulling me closer, fitting my body to his. My leg is nestled next to his on my small couch. My first reaction is to panic. I'm still wearing the sweats I put on when my brother was here. I'm not even sure what underwear I have on. Does my breath stink? I start to pull away as the questions crash down, but he tightens his hold on me not allowing me to leave.

Our bodies align and his cologne overwhelms my senses until I can't process thought beyond what he's doing to me physically. My heart pounds through my chest and my pulse races through my body. I have to be closer. My arms wrap around his neck and I play with his hair. The motion causes my chest to rub against his and my nipples harden as they make contact through my clothing. He sucks in a sharp breath with the contact.

He moves to my side and uses his tongue to trace my earlobe. "I've wanted to do this with you all night."

Finn begins to place small kisses down my neck stopping at the base where my shirt begins. He runs his tongue on the area then sucks on the sensitive skin. My body shudders and I press closer to him, silently telling his mouth to keep going.

His body vibrates mine with a small laugh. His tongue runs across my collarbone before Finn pulls back, "Tell me this is okay. That you feel this too."

I whisper my answer in his ear, "Yes," then tug on his earlobe with my teeth.

"Thank God." He begins to kiss up my neck again. Every so often sucking gently.

My shirt begins to slide up as Finn's hands work to remove it. The action pulls me from the moment and I lower my arms to keep it in place. "Wait, Finn." He stops. Everything. I kick myself. I've messed this up.

"You want me to stop?" he asks looking me directly in my confused brown eyes.

"God no. Let's not stop. I just... I don't know if I'm ready for all the bases today."

He smiles at my baseball euphemism. "Don't worry. You tell me when to stop and I promise no rounding home, but let me try for a double. At least the shirt has to go... please."

"Okay." His mouth moves back to my neck, but stops for the second it takes him to peel my shirt off.

Finn growls and the vibrations strike my collarbone before he bites. I'm so turned on I already want to take back what I said and rip the rest of our clothes off. He pulls me on top so I straddle him. His hands move to my back and release my bra exposing my breasts to the colder air in the room. With no resistance Finn's mouth begins to move lower.

His tongue darts out and flicks with long hard movements against my aching nipple. I rub myself against him to give me some release. My mind is awash in what Finn is doing. His body and his movements are all I focus on. He nips my left nipple and I pull on his hair, not even aware my hands had moved there.

"Too much?" he asks.

"No. More. Please more." I thrust my chest to his face. My breasts rub against his end-of-the-day stubble as it makes small pin pricks on my overly sensitive flesh. His body shudders against mine increasing the contact.

Finn moves quickly. He slides to his side, his body blocking the couch opening, boxing me in. He pushes me down so I'm stretched against him, the couch behind me and Finn in front. With nowhere to go I'm at his mercy. Our height difference aligns my chest at his chin level and he is quick to make use of the position. His lips sweep the area from my neck to the tops of my breasts. The blanket, still wrapped around me is wrestled away before he tosses it to the floor.

"Comfy?" he asks between kissing and biting the area around my nipples. They haven't had this much attention in way too long.