He watches as she checks her watch for the fourth time in about twenty minutes. She looks more put out every time she sees the answer on her wrist, her nose wrinkling up like she’s just realized she’s got dog shite on the bottom of her trainers.
She brushes her long raven hair out of her face, throwing it behind her right shoulder as she glances around her. Finn quickly diverts his eyes and looks down at his boots with an amused snort. He doesn’t need her noticing him noticing her...not that it’s bloody likely; she hasn’t so much as smiled his way in the last four hours that they’ve been sat here in the terminal.
He looks up and to his left, finding Chop and Archie curled up in their seats and facing each other. Chop’s girlfriend Izzy is tucked under his arm, her head tilted at an odd angle resting atop his chest. Finn doesn’t know how the lot of ‘em managed to fall asleep, not with all of the people milling about and the constant stream of announcements over the intercom.
He chances another look at the beauty sitting across from them and finds her mate staring at him. His shoulders jump in surprise at the direct eye contact. He chuckles to himself and shrugs at the mate before his eyes dart to the dark haired woman again.
The woman’s shoulder shakes from the nudge from her mate and pretty soon the beauty’s eyes connect with his. Her startled expression and slight curve to her mouth has him shifting forward in his seat.
“She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she Finny?” Chop announces from next to him, sitting up in his chair and lifting his hands up to cup his chest. Poor Iz grumbles as she sits up next to him, moving her neck to the side with a wince.
Finn’s head falls forward into his hands. “Make it a bit more obvious, will ya?” he groans, shaking his head from side to side.
Chop’s laughter reverberates around the terminal, waking any passenger that might be getting a wink or two of sleep. “She’s just a bird, Finn,” he explains, clapping Finn on the back, “it’s not like you’ve got the bollocks to say hello, mate.”
Finn turns his head until his cheek rests flat against his palm. “Iz, please promise me he’s not going to be like tha’ during the entire trip home?”
Izzy wipes the sleep from her eyes, frowning at Finn. “You’ve known him since primary, Finn. Of course he’s going to be.”
Archie stretches his arms over his head, sitting up in his seat beside Chop. “Go say hello, Finn.”
“I liked you all better when you were sleeping.” Finn crosses his arms over his chest and sinks down in his seat.
Archie reaches out to touch Finn’s forearm. “I’m serious, Finn. She looks a bit sad at the moment and could probably do with some cheering up.”
“Don’t be daft, Arch.”
Archie looks over at the two women and shrugs. “Reckon she might be sad that ol’ Finn panty-dropping Nelson isn’t staring anymore.” He turns back to Finn with a smirk.
Finn looks to the ceiling. “What have I done to deserve such pricks for mates?”
“Just lucky I guess,” Chop says close to his ear, causing Finn to jump in his seat. When and why his friend got out of his seat and sidled up right next to Finn, he’s got no idea.
Finn reaches up to scrub his hand at the side of his neck. “Don’t breathe on me neck like that, ya nutter.”
Chop grins big and sits back into his own seat. “Bet you wouldn’t mind if your love interest over yonder was doing it, eh Finny?”
Finn has to grab at Chop’s hand and force them onto his lap before the lovely woman notices his mate waving wildly in her direction. “Would you PLEASE not embarrass me?” He looks to his other mates, eyes large and pleading as he gets up from his seat. “I’ve got to use the loo. Could you two please keep him out of trouble?”
“You can count on me, Finn,” Izzy tells him from her new perch on her boyfriend’s lap, giggling when Chop blows a raspberry against her neck.
Finns just flushed the toilet when the intercom sounds with an important update on flight 1508 from Palma to Heathrow, but Finn doesn’t quite catch it over the noise. He washes his hands quickly before finding his friends back in the terminal, the three of them looking quite distraught. “What is it? I didn’t hear the whole thing.”
Archie looks up as Finn approaches, shakes his head. “Delayed 3 hours, something about the plane needing a repair.”
Izzy wipes at her eyes as Chop holds her close. “My mum is going to be so upset if we aren’t home tonight.”
“3 hours. That’ll put us in around midnight, yeah? I should call my da,” Finn states as he wrestles with the tie on his bag and searches the largest pocket for money to call his father.
****
“I don’t know about the rest of ya but I’m ready to get sloshed. My poor mum were gutted that we won’t be home tonight,” Chop tells them, tossing his wallet onto the seat next to him. “Anyone else want to find a place for a pint?” He gets up and slings his bag over his shoulder, pockets the discarded wallet and starts down the hall towards the pub.
The rest of the group is quick to grab their things and follow behind
him, Finn at the rear. He chances a glance back over his shoulder to see if the pretty woman with the dark hair is still there, but doesn’t see her or her friend. He tugs the strap of his bag over with a sigh and jogs to catch up with his friends.
Archie finds them a table towards the back of a pub a terminal down while Chop goes to the bar to get the first round. “This music is shit, Finn. Why don’t you pick something else?” Archie asks, sliding several coins across the table towards Finn.
Finn shrugs, picks up the coins and heads in the direction Archie points him in. He’s happy to find nobody else around and is free to select whatever music he likes, selecting several from The Smiths, The Stone Roses, Primal Scream, and a song or two from Blur. With a self-satisfied smirk he makes his way back to his table for his pint and maybe a bit of praise.
He takes the pint from in front of his empty seat and takes a swig. His first selection comes over the speakers and Finn looks up from his beer to his friends expectantly. He nearly spits out his first sip when he finds an unfamiliar pair of dark brown eyes looking back at him, but in a rush not to do so he ends up inhaling the liquid and has to turn away so he doesn’t cough in her face.
Finn rubs at his chest as he finally turns back to the table, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. He can see both Archie and Chop looking away, their hands covering their mouths as their shoulders shake. Both Izzy and this woman’s mate are staring intently at Finn and the dark haired beauty.
“Are you alright?” the woman asks, touching his forearm with her hand.
He nods and takes another sip of his drink, hoping that it will calm his nerves enough to speak. “Sorry about tha’, think I took it down a bit too fast or summat.”
She smiles at him. “I’m just glad that you’re OK.”
Izzy clears her throat from across the table, but Finn’s eyes are otherwise occupied. “Finn, this is Chloe,” she explains, pointing to the lighter haired woman next to her, “and this is Rae,” she tells him, motioning to the woman in front of him.
Rae smiles at him and points to the ceiling. “This your doing, Finn?”
“The music?”
She nods and shuffles her feet a bit, drawing his attention down. “Yeah, I reckon it is. Who doesn’t want some Stone Roses on Christmas Eve?” he asks, perusing her body from her feet up.
Chloe laughs from her seat next to Izzy. “Don’t see much use trying to interject ourselves into this conversation.”
Finn puffs out his cheeks, blowing out a deep breath before taking another sip from his pint. Guess he hadn’t been very sly in his quest to get a good look at her. He doesn’t regret it. He likes what he saw, likes that her bulky jumper ends right below her bum, but is still just tight enough that it doesn’t hide the curve of her hips.
Rae looks over at her mate, her eyes opening wide and her lips pursing. This only causes Chloe to laugh harder, waving her mate away with the flick of her wrist and turning her attention to Izzy.
Finn catches sight of the glass in Rae’s hand, which just so happens to be resting against her hip and can tell that it’s nearly empty. “Do you need another drink?”
Rae takes her last sip of the beverage and shakes the glass between them. “I’d love one, Finn.”
She follows him up to the bar and places her drink on the bartop. “Snakebite please,” she tells the worker before turning her attention back to Finn.
“So Finn, where are you lot flying to?” she asks, resting her elbow on the bartop and turning her body towards him. The man behind her keeps bumping into her back, forcing her closer to Finn. He’d tell the bloke off if she looked the least bit bothered and to be honest he’s liking her closer. But really he can practically feel the heat of her body she’s so close and he’s really struggling to focus on much else, not when with each breath she takes her tits are brushing up against his chest.
He clears his throat and meets her eyes. “London, but only to pick up our car and drive home. We have another 2 hours to go or so from there.” He reaches into his pocket and slides the money to the barkeep when he drops off the snakebite. “Where are you and Chloe headed?”
She takes a sip of her new drink before answering, “about 2.5 hours north of London, unless one of us needs a bit of a break of course. We’ve got another week before we have to go back to Uni, so we’ll spend it in Boston.”
“You’re joking?”
She wrinkles her nose. “Joking?”
“I’m from Stamford. How’s it possible we’re all from Lincolnshire?” he asks, motioning between the two of them and to their group at the table.
Rae laughs and shrugs. “It really is a small world.”
She picks up her pint and moves to make her way back to their friends, but he stops her with a hand at her elbow. “Do you want to stay over here - with me for a bit?” He’s got no idea what he’s doing, but he knows he doesn’t want to share her time with the rest of the group.
She looks back at their friends and then to Finn before she pulls a stool out and takes a seat. “I’d like that.”
He takes another stool from under the bartop and positions it next to Rae, far enough away to not crowd her, but close enough to tell the rest of the patrons that she’s here with him. “So Uni? Where’s that?”
Rae’s knee brushes against his as she shifts in her seat. “Both Chlo and I are at Bristol, our last year actually.” She looks down at their knees, biting at the side of her bottom lip. “Are you at Uni, Finn?”
“I finished up last year. I’m back in Stamford working.”
Rae rests her elbow against the bartop, chin tucked into her palm as she looks at him. “And what do you do for work?”
His eyes haven’t left her mouth in the last several minutes, but luckily he still hears her question. “I uh - I run the local radio station actually, “ he tells her, eyes tracking the tiny droplet of cider on her bottom lip and the tip of her tongue when she licks it off. “I’ve got a show with my mate Craig in the evening as well.”
“Well you’ve got decent taste in music from what I can tell,” she says with a smile, her grin growing as she leans forward to whisper, “ but, I bet you slip in a dodgy tune every now and then, yeah? A little ‘Babylon Zoo’ for the drive home.”
He chuckles, his head tilted forward as he drags his hand through the back of his hair. He lifts his eyes to look at her. “Can ya really classify Spaceman as dodgy?”
Her laughter lights up her entire face and he’s grinning at the way she tips her head back and groans. “Bloody Spaceman. I had so much hope for your show until that bomb.”
Finn lets his hand drop from his hair and onto his lap, sitting up in his seat. He decides to shoot his shot while she’s distracted and lightly touches the pads of his fingers against her legging clad knee. “Don’t judge me too harshly, yeah?” He can see and feel her leg jump at his touch, but he’s happy when she doesn’t move her knee out from under his fingers.
He withdraws his fingers from her knee and asks, “will your family be disappointed that you won’t be home until real early in the morning?”
Rae takes a sip of her snakebite and shakes her head. “My mum and sister are in Tunisia with my step dad for another two weeks. I’ll be staying at Chloe’s.” She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear before placing her hands in her lap. “What about your family?”
“My da’ were a bit sad, yeah. I don’t like that he’ll be alone, but not much to be done.”
He watches with a little smile as her thumb brushes against the side of his hand in gentle sweeps. “I’m sorry that you won’t be with him tonight.”
“What are you two lovebirds talking about?” Chop asks from next to him, throwing his arm over Finn’s shoulders.
Finn groans and shakes his shoulders to get Chop’s arm off him. “We were talking about you, ya knobhead.”
Chop pushes his face between the pair, looks down at their hands and then up at Finn. “Only good things I hope.” He bats his eyelashes before pushing back on his heels.
“I thought Iz was keeping you in line. What are you doing over here?” Finn asks, pushing at his friend to watch him rock backwards.
Chop waves his hand over his shoulder. “Iz and that other woman Chlo are about 5 Hooches in each. I don’t think they’ll be controllin’ anyone, mate”
That’s all it takes for Rae to push her stool back and excuse herself to go find her friend.
Chop is too far gone to notice Finn’s annoyance. “Do you want to go get something to eat? Arch and I are starving.”
“Sure,” Finn grumps. He finishes his pint and gets up from his seat. “Should we go see what the girls want to do?” He grabs onto Chop’s sleeve and pulls him behind him as he walks to the table.
When they reach the table they find Izzy and Chloe grinning, their heads pressed together and facing Rae. Rae’s cheeks are pink and she’s shaking her head in response to a question Chloe has just asked her.
Finn decides to leave them to chat, seeking out his other best mate Archie with Chop it tow. He finds Archie chatting up some bloke at the back of the pub. Archie is laughing and touching the man’s shoulder. He looks happy, so Finn decides to leave him to it.
“Let’s see if anyone else wants something, yeah?” Finn directs Chop to the table of women.
Chop presses a wet and loud kiss against his girlfriend’s cheek and whispers something in her ear that makes her giggle like mad.
Finn rolls his eyes at the pair and steps forwards to lean across the table. “You lot want anything to eat? Chopper over here is starvin’.”
“Some chips would be lovely, Finn,” Izzy says, her cheeks pink and eyes wide.
Finn smiles at her before turning to Chloe. “Me too,” she tells him quickly, pushing Rae at the hip towards him, “why doesn’t Rae go with you, yeah?”
“Round of chips, I think we’ve got it.” He turns to Rae, motioning for her to step in front of him. He looks back at his mates. “I expect a beer when I get back here.”
The two make their way down the hall in search of a fast food restaurant where they can load up on chips for their friends.
“Chlo alright?” Finn asks, bumping his shoulder against Rae’s.
She laughs and shakes her head. “Yeah, a bit pissed but mostly she wanted to give me grief.”
He looks over at her, eyebrow raised.
She groans and throws her head back, her pretty hair tumbling down her back. “She wanted to know what was going on with us. Fit bloke like you...with me?” She waves her hands over the front of her body.
Finn steers them off course and to the side of the hallway with his hand against her lower back until she’s pressed between him and the wall. He’s not pressed against her, no - doesn’t want to seem too forward, too eager to press his body to hers.
She’s looking down at the floor, a blush coloring the apples of her cheeks and stretching to her hairline. He tips her face up with his forefinger and thumb pinched at her chin. “What do ya mean, Rae?”
Her hand wraps around his forearm, but she doesn’t tug his hand away. She looks up at him through heavy lidded eyes - he can’t tell if it’s lust or the snakebites, but he likes it. “Ignore me.”
He studies her, his front teeth dragging over his bottom lip. He wants to push it, but thinks maybe this isn’t the time or place to do it. Instead, he drops his face closer to hers, looks down at her mouth. He smiles at her little intake of air.
“Finn.” He can smell the cider on her breath as she speaks, the faint fragrance of vanilla coming from her - he suspects her hair.
He presses his thumb against her chin, making her bottom lip jut out. “Rae,” he says before he places a feather light kiss against that bottom lip.
She sighs and flexes her fingers against his arm. “Do ya think we should go get the food before our mates pass out?” Her hand drops from his forearm and she blinks her eyes a couple of times, as if she’s waking up from a nap.
His hand joins hers at their sides. “‘Spose we should.” Finn steps back, giving her space to slide by him. He grabs hold of her hand, watching her as she straightens her jumper. “To be continued?”
Rae takes his hand, pulling him towards their destination. She looks over her shoulder at him with a little grin. “To be continued.”
*****
Their friends cheer when they arrive with their food, causing quite a scene. Finn has barely put the bags of food on the table before Chop is grabbing containers and passing them around the table and shoving chips in his gob.
Iz is looking quite green as she watches her boyfriend, her hand covering her mouth before she forces herself to look down at the table. “You OK Iz?” Finn asks, pushing some of the food in her direction.
She gives a quick nod before she darts towards the toilet.
Rae touches the top of his hand. “Should I go check on her?”
“Would you mind?”
She gets up from the seat she’s just sat in, her fingers skimming up his forearm before she makes her way to Izzy.
He watches her go, completely mesmerized by the sway of her hips as she walks that he barely hears Chloe say his name. He turns to her. “Yeah?”
“You can take my seat on the way back to London.”
“Wha? Your seat on the plane?”
Chloe rolls her eyes and laughs. “Yes, of course I mean my seat on the plane. You know….the one next to Rae?”
“That’s reall--”
“On one condition!” Chloe holds her hand up to stop him before adding, “I’m not sitting next to Chop.”
Chop, who has finally stopped eating, places both of his hands over his heart. “I’m wounded, Chlo.”
Finn agrees to Chloe’s offer with a nod and a smile, which she returns.
“Oi Arch, I know you’re a bit distracted, but if you don’t get your arse over here I’m going to eat the rest of ya chips,” Chop shouts over his shoulder before he opens up the last bag.
Archie is standing next to the table in a moment, slapping Chop’s hand away from his food. “Oh no you don’t.”
Chop grins up at Archie. “I weren’t really going to eat them, ya numpty. Just wanted to give those lips of yours a break.” Chop chuckles and ducks his head out of the way of Archie’s hand.
Finn shakes his head at his friends’ antics and swipes a chip out of Archie’s hand, laughing at Archie’s answering scowl. “Sorry mate,” he says, shoving it into his mouth.
“Prick,” Archie mutters under his breath, shoving at Finn’s shoulder.
Finn can feel her behind him as she walks back to join the group. He turns his entire body to greet her. “All right?”
“I think she’ll be fine after she gets a bit of sleep on the plane,” Rae tells him, her pinky skimming his at his side.
He leans in close to her, his mouth near her ear. “Chloe said that I can have her seat on the plane.” He rocks back on his heels, his head still bent and his lower lip tucked behind his teeth. “What do ya think?”
“Yes. I think yes.”
“Flight 1508, Palma to Heathrow will be boarding in thirty minutes,” the intercom announces, drawing the group’s attention.
“That’s it, that’s us Iz,” Chop tells Izzy, who is now tucked up against his side with her face pressed against his chest. She groans in response, shaking her head against him.
Chloe assists Chop with getting Iz out of the seat and places the strap for her bag over one shoulder. The three of them lead the rest of the group from the pub and towards their gate with Archie running behind - as he had to say goodbye to the bloke that he was chatting up.
The gang make it to their gate with plenty of time to spare. Finn and Rae rest their backs against the wall facing the other four who take seats near the back of the seating area, poor Iz slumping over on her boyfriend.
Finn turns to rest his side against the wall to face Rae, not quite looking at her. “So uh - Rae, do you have any plans for New Years?”
She tucks her hair behind her ear, which quickly falls in front of her face again when she turns to look at him. “Don’t think so. Probably get some takeaway and have a drink or two with Chlo.”
He’s looking at his shoes and chewing at the frayed cuticle of his thumb and he knows he probably looks like a nervous twat when he asks, “I was hoping you might like to go out...with me?”
I’m a little hungover and I may have to steal your soul
Let’s start out with - I’m not new to tumblr but my blog had been deleted when my IPad went missing months and months ago. My previous blog was about 90% fandom stuff/fanfic and maybe 10% an actual blog about my life. I think I’ll keep this mostly as a blog about my life and will continue to post fanfic on AO3 - DONT hold me to this.
I have a dilemma.
So, I had this boyfriend of over a year. We can call him Chris. Chris and I met at work and we had a whirlwind/secretive relationship while he was still employed there. We should talk about the stupidity of anti-fraternization policies some time. When Chris left (it was a temporary position) we continued to date.
Let me tell you this, I have a bit of a problem when it comes to giving up my independence. But, things with Chris worked. They worked because he has a job that keeps him really busy. I have a job that keeps me really busy and a relatively active social life. So, for months we saw each other a couple of days a week, a lot of which was spent YA KNOW. We were happy.
After loads of pressure from friends and family - “When are you going to grow up and move in together?” “When are you going to have children? The clock is ticking you know.” “This sort of relationship isn’t normal in your thirties.” - we moved in together this past winter. Surprisingly I kind of liked it. I liked having Chris at my house, in our bed when I crawled in there, in the kitchen where we made dinner together, at home with my dog when I had to travel for work. We were pretty happy.
Come January 2019, Chris and I are starting to struggle a little with our relationship. I never thought I’d like having a live-in boyfriend, but I was enjoying that bit. What I was starting to hate was the fact that we were living together and still only crossed paths a couple of times a week. We’d share the same bed and such, but our work schedules made it impossible to spend quality time together. Then the little fights came, nothing major, but still. We were struggling as a couple.
In February he had to relocate for work to a city 12 hours away or so for another temporary position. We decided that we’d take a break. He moved his stuff out and I stayed here, but we continued to talk and check in with each other. He even came here to visit once, but we still considered ourselves on a break.
In March my friend and I took a trip to Europe for three weeks. On said trip, we had a blast (more about this later). In one of the cities we visited, I met someone. Let’s call him Alexander. We had a brief but unbelievable romance over a week. He showed my friend and I around, took us out, made me fall in love with the city. I was sad to leave him and this city.
My friend and I traveled to the next city, leaving behind Alexander and so many wonderful experiences. I thought that Alexander and I would lose contact once I was gone and I’d only have the memories of a great time together. Well, he continued to text me throughout the remainder of our trip and check in and give me ideas of where to go. He was charming and sweet, he was attentive, and really a breath of fresh air. What I really like about him is that I was never guessing what his feelings were, because he made them very clear.
So, I got home about a couple weeks ago. Alexander is still texting me and making time to video chat, and being ridiculously sweet. We have no firm plans to meet up soon, but we are talking about it.
Chris is moving back in a couple of months. He wants to “try again.” He says he’s been miserable in this new city and with this job, and says it’s made him realize what he wants out of life.
Do I owe it to Chris to try? I can’t decide. I’ve been upfront about my feelings and what happened in Europe. I think Chris is wonderful and he didn’t do anything wrong, but I can’t make myself be into the idea of trying 100%.
Is it silly to keep speaking with Alexander when he’s 3k miles away? Could I really move there? Could he really move here? I feel like I’m wasting his/my time, but I really like him.
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