But don't forget who's taking you home
Fin sat in the middle of their new queen sized bed, anxiously awaiting Alfred to finish up his nighttime routine and come to join her. He was in the bathroom now; she could hear him brushing his teeth. She half hoped that meant he would be finished soon, but the other half of her wished he would choose to wash his face next, or take a shower, or anything that would keep him in there where she could hear him but not have to face him.
She had been angry with him. She still was angry with him, but the anger was giving way more and more to anxiety, to insecurity, the longer she sat on the bed in their semi-dark bedroom. Alone.
She was trying not to think about the unwanted guest taking up residence on the sofa in their living room. Alfred's stupid hero complex... it was part of what made him the man she loved, but sometimes she just couldn't stand it. Between purposely putting himself in harm's way, to things like this. Would it have been too much to ask to be able to spend time together- something they hadn't been able to properly do in months- without the intrusion of a third party?
A party, no less, who had seduced Alfred not too long ago.
She trusted Alfred... or at least, she desperately wanted to trust him. She knew he was a good person. He was honest, and kind, and forthright... but he was also a man. How often had she chastised him for thinking about his pleasure and not his feelings? How quickly had he jumped into bed with other girls after breaking up with his previous girlfriends? (How quickly had he jumped into bed after breaking up with her...?) It had been a very, very long time since they'd done anything more than kiss, and she could well imagine just what he was thinking about.
Fin sighed, drawing the comforter up to her chest, feeling exposed in her negligee. She still felt nervous about the whole idea of sex. Alfred was so much more experienced than her, and she could barely even remember what she was supposed to do.
It was at about that moment that she heard the click of the bathroom door, and suddenly Alfred was standing there in front of her, clad in an overlarge t-shirt and boxer shorts. She may have squeaked.
"Hey." If she had, he didn't seem to notice, as he crossed the room to the bed and sat down on the edge. "You're not still mad, are ya?" he asked, tentatively, resting a hand on her leg beneath the bedsheets. "I don't have to, y'know, sleep on the couch or something, do I?"
"Absolutely not!" Fin was aghast.
"I didn't mean! With-" Alfred seemed to quickly realize the implication, and she huffed.
"So… you are still mad." He sounded dejected, and she immediately felt bad. This wasn't going at all how it was supposed to.
"No, I… I'm…" Slowly, she lowered the comforter from her chest, and pushed it aside, allowing Alfred full view of her lacy underthings. "I'm not mad. I'm sorry." She gestured for him to join her, which he did eagerly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and burying his nose into her hair.
"I knew you'd come around. Lili-"
"Let's not talk about her," Fin said quickly, struggling to keep her voice even. She turned her head to meet his, placing a small, chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. "I've missed you."
"I missed you too." Alfred returned her kiss, passionate and deeper, dropping his arms to her waist and pulling her in flush against him. She shivered, letting herself melt into his touch, getting wrapped up in his kiss. "I missed you, I love you…"
"Ah, Alfred… I love you too." She clung to him, burying his face in his neck. "I love you."