"Kind of like not being able to be difficult on command," Rory quipped. Her smile had nothing to do with her words, though. The lazy pull came because she knew that tone, knew the way Finn's voice turned to honey over gravel. And she knew it was because she closed the distance between them almost entirely, because Rory had stepped forward and playfully refused to lean up and complete the move with a kiss. It was thrilling, even if it was only a rough edge in Finn's voice. It shot anticipation buzzing through her all the same.
"I'm hardly difficult at all," she informed him, barely whispering at this point. As Finn's hand pressed against the side of her face, a gentle caress by a rough hand. That contradiction was to blame for the shaky inhale she pulled, but the satisfied declaration of 'There you are' made her hum pleasant protest as Finn pulled her into a forceful kiss. Rory leaned into it, pressed closer, until their bodies were flush and her free hand was bunching up the fabric of Finn's shirt like the cotton would keep them anchored somehow.