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their food and Finn told her some amusing stories about growing up with Katie. Crimson started to feel more at ease. He was easy to talk to. Funny, genuine. Before Finn, all of her charges had been spoiled aristocrats. They rarely felt the need to even notice she was there, let alone get to know her. It was a little hard keeping her stories straight, but there was enough truth to them, that she managed to do it. They were having such a good time, she hadn’t noticed that it was getting late.
     
    “I think that they are trying to close up on us,” Finn said after a while. The bored waitress was glaring at them. “I don’t have to be up early and it’s a nice night. How would you feel about a walk on the beach?”
     
    “That sounds lovely.” Crimson replied.
     
    “Great. We can swing by the shop and I’ll get my truck and follow you back to your place?”
     
    “Ok.”
     
    The moon was up and full when they got back to the cottage. Crimson went in and grabbed a jacket because the night air was getting chilly and they walked down to the beach. Finn took her hand and they walked down closer to the water. The sky was clear and the stars were out. The waves crashed against the beach.  Crimson loved the beach and she could sense the otherness that Finn had spoken about at dinner. Apart from being a beautiful beach, there was something special here. A pull from the sea she had never felt anywhere else. It was what, she suspected, had brought Kate and Ian here as well. The veil between realms was thin. She almost felt like she could touch the other side.
     
    Finn’s hand was warm in hers. Walking in the moonlight with him felt so right. She almost forgot why she had been so worried about this. They walked for what seemed like miles. They passed all the dark beach houses and hotels. It was peaceful. Soothing. The night got colder and the wind picked up.
     
    “I think it’s going to rain,” Finn said after a while, breaking the spell. “We should get back or we are going to get wet.”
     
    “I think you are right,” Crimson said, glad of the darkness because she knew she was flushed. I’m already wet, she thought almost against her will, trying not to giggle giddily.
     
    They made it up off the beach to the Promenade that ran the length of the beach before it started rain. Soon, the wind picked up more and it really started to pour. They started to run. They hadn’t gone as far as Crimson thought, because it only took a few minutes to get back to the cottage, but they were still soaking wet. Laughing and running, they got up to the porch. Crimson’s freezing hands fumbled with the keys.
     
    “You should really come in and warm up. You’ll catch your death.” Crimson glanced over at Finn. He looked so good, despite being cold and wet.
     
    “I think you could warm me up,” Finn breathed, and then he pushed her against the slider and claimed her lips. The kiss was gentle at first, then more insistent. Crimson felt herself kissing him back. She’s wanted to touch his hair all night and suddenly found her hands buried in his wet, tangled mane. She felt a stirring of warmth from deep in her belly.
     
    Coming up for air, Crimson managed to unlock the door and pull him inside. Not bothering with the lights, they made it to the small couch. They shed their wet jackets. Finn’s lips were on her neck. Crimson sighed. His hands were on her waist, and then under her sweater, and then the sweater joined the coats on the floor. He slowly kissed a line down her neck to the top of her lacy bra. “You are so beautiful, I’ve been thinking about this since the first time I saw you,” he crooned. His hands went to the clasp at her back, “Is this ok?” he asked.
     
    “Um, don’t stop,” she whispered. He unhooked her bra and claimed her nipple with his tongue. The warmth in her body had become a raging fire. She pulled him up for a kiss and rolled over, straddling him, feeling his hardness through her jeans