Once Finn had her, everything that had been knotted so tight in his chest felt like it unravelled all at once. He was overwhelmed enough that he had to break the kiss, just briefly, just for a second, to press his forehead against hers, to squeeze his eyes tight, to clutch at the shirt at her lower back and press his knuckles there. There was a breath he let out, just as shaky as the one she took in.
He'd been twisted up and furious and somewhat desperate for more days now than he could count and to have it all end like this was... well it was the best thing that could have happened, but it had him reeling for that moment. It wasn't that often that Finn doubted that he would get what he wanted, but he'd doubted this time. If anyone was stubborn enough to stick it to him it was Rory, and that was just his luck because she was one of the only ones it would have mattered from.
"Most easygoing woman I ever knew," Finn vowed solemnly. "Completely Type B. Will you come inside a while?"