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WHO: Finn McLaggen & Joy Diserafino
WHAT: Sexytimes!
WHEN: December '78
WHERE: At home
RATING: Hard R!

"I'd never thought I'd want an excuse to leave a party early," Finn whispered to Joy. A sleeping Cormac laid on his shoulder as they entered the house, and he yawned, managing to shimmy off his jacket without disturbing the boy. "But this kid comes in handy."

It wasn't that the Christmas Party had been bad, no, it was the exact opposite and rather enjoyable. It was the first time they'd been able to bring Cormac out to meet all of their families and friends; the team couldn't actually believe Finn hadn't dropped him yet and he got to show off his awesome parenting skills. Joy seemed like she'd needed a night out, too, so it had been a good experience. Gifts were exchanged, laughter was ringing throughout the night, but with such a busy schedule and a newborn that liked waking up his parents at four in the morning every night, it was time to call it a night.

Seriously, though; using Cormac as an excuse got him 'aww, okay, good night!' from everyone and no 'boo you pansy!"s. Finn loved to avoid confrontation as much as possible (...what) because of all the energy necessary, so it was a relief. He dropped his jacket onto the couch, snickering at the book of sex coupons that was poking out from the pocket. Ian Bell thought he was so funny.

"I'll put him down," he said with a grin, shifting the baby to his other shoulder.

Joy wasn't tired at all. Which was, well, nothing short of surprising given that since about Wednesday (okay, since exactly Wednesday) every minute leading up to the party that night had consisted of her wanting to bury herself under the sheets of her bed and sleep forever. It wasn't that she was physically tired, it was an emotional tiredness that'd just built up and built up until there had been nothing for it to do but wear her down. It was like! Okay, so some things in life kinda sucked at the moment and it wasn't like most things, just enough stupid things to get her down.

The biggest one was of course that Graeme had freaking announced that he was going out with Giada Vance and okay, hey, cool stuff, whatever he wanted to do--except it wasn't cool stuff, it was fucking really bad stuff because even though that romantic buzz they'd had a month or so back had disappeared on his side of things... Fuck! She still liked him and to watch him go and get a new girlfriend like she'd never existed was--she didn't want to be dramatic, but it fucking sucked!

Then there was the slightly less big thing, but the one that'd been on her mind constantly for about ten months straight: she really needed to get laid. There, Joy didn't care how it sounded, it was true and now that the prospect of Graeme was gone and she wasn't all going to go out and shag random guys and be irresponsible and stuff, it was like! What do you do? She was going insane and it'd been getting worse and worse the more pounds she'd been dropping after having Cormac, the more like herself she began to look, and well, the party had been a great distraction for once, but what wasn't helping was Ian Bell and his sex coupon gag gift.

If she was honest, it'd been on Joy's mind for the last three or so hours straight and as Finn walked down the hall to put Cormac down, she couldn't help but to reach forward and pull the discarded gift from his jacket. Joy bit her bottom lip as she flipped through the pages, and she could swear her heart stopped as her flipping halted on a coupon good for one shag. She rose her head to glance down the darkened hall, hearing in the distance Finn's footfalls becoming closer, and now suddenly her heart wasn't stopped, it was like it was beating out of control.

More than just the thought of the gift had been a slightly scary, extremely daring idea. Joy had no idea where it'd come from or why, or why she was even considering this, but it'd become almost an obsession from the second it'd entered her brain back at the party, like some crazy need that had to be fulfilled. Before her rational mind could tell her to stop, that she was going insane and this was maybe the stupidest thing she'd ever done, Finn was standing there in front of her and she had torn the piece of paper from the booklet and shoved it at his chest, simultaneously pushing herself into his body in the crushing force of a kiss.

Oh Merlin, she was going to regret this one, she could feel it.

His arms were around her in an instant.

It was probably the last thing that Finn was expecting when he came back from the nursery, revving up to tell Joy some story he'd overheard about Bardera and Boot (honestly, she brought out the gossip in him). He'd noticed the look in her eyes and it had taken him a moment after they began to snog to figure out what the paper was that she shoved into his chest. The Sex Coupons, which had created a lot of laughs between the teammates---was this how it worked? Heh, he could burst her bubble and state that since they weren't officially hers, she couldn't use them---but why the fuck would he want to do that?

Finn would be a liar if he hadn't thought about sex with Joy. She was his constant female companion, of course he thought about sex. In the early days of the pregnancy he'd wondered if she'd care if they hooked up again; not like anything bad could come of it. But in the end, it was better to remain friends and sexless to keep their relationship as stable and healthy as possible for Cormac. Fucking listen to that, sounded like a therapist talking to a fifty-year-old couple. They were young, hot (she was hot, even when she was pregnant she was hot---), and hadn't had sex since fucking Februrary.

That was ridiculous.

So there was no hesitation on Finn's part, already coming up with the excuse in his head that he had been planning to give Joy a coupon anyway (which may have had a bit of truth to it), incase anyone questioned or found out about their rendezvous. His arms slipped down to lift her up into his arms, pressing her back against the wall for a moment because fuck him if she couldn't get any closer. Finn hadn't realized how much he needed this until Joy's lips touched his and she would have to put up a hell of an argument to stop this now.

Joy gave a gasp (admittedly not tiny) against Finn's lips as he lifted her up, but her arms wrapped around him instinctively as if she'd been waiting months for him to do this. And maybe she had--okay, she had, fuck it, she'd been waiting for them to just bloody shag already, and to the point of driving herself nuts. It'd be a total lie to say that all the pieces weren't there, hadn't been there for very long, no--this was the culmination of a whole lot of stubbornly ignored thoughts and responsibility.

Fuck being responsible, fuck the risks, this wasn't worth being responsible about tonight. She was sexually frustrated, she knew he was sexually frustrated, they were too damn good-looking for their own good, and had a house alone and no romantic obligations to other people. The timing was right to just have at each other already, god damn it!

Joy's ankles latched around his waist and her fingers clawed at the fabric of his shirt, grabbing on and pulling it up over his head with mastery so that there was only a split second away from his mouth. She threw the shirt off somewhere, she didn't care, she just cared about how great snogging Finn felt right now and how much better the rest of this was going to be and it was just not right that this had taken this long. Had she hit her head somewhere and forgotten how much he turned her on way back in February? Holy fuck, jesus christ on a---

Where the fuck was his bedroom? Or should they go to hers---which was closer, holy fuck he was ready to just take her against the wall but there was no way that he was going to waste the first shag he'd had in nearly ten months in the hallway and having it last five minutes. No, this was going to last until the sun started to shine and Cormac better not wake up because Finn doubted either of them were going to be able to move after it was all said and done---

No, bedroom, his bedroom was closer, and it took a lot of bumping into the walls of the hallway and knocking photographs off the wall and onto the floor, the crashing of the glass—fuck, don't wake up Cormac, don't wake up---Finn's back pushed into the door of his bedroom, unsure if he'd stopped kissing Joy in their entire venture down the hall but fucking finally they'd reached his bedroom and Finn kicked the door closed and he all but threw Joy onto the bed, unbuckling his belt and shaking his head with a wicked grin.

"You better stop me now, Diserafino," he muttered, knees pushing into the bed to make his way to Joy. Because if that coupon and that kiss was a spur of the moment want-to-take-it-back-before-we-regret-it kind of thing, then Finn was going to shove that coupon book so far up Bell's arse--

The same mantra willing the baby to not wake up was going through Joy's head over and over the further they got down the hallway. With all the things they'd broken, she was amazed that he hadn't, but apparently Cormac was really out, thank god because it was going to be the hardest thing she'd ever done if she stopped snogging Finn now. She needed this, she'd needed this for a long time, and with the heated way they were kissing, it was obvious that he needed this too.

In her opinion it took far too long to get into the bedroom, but the second the door opened she was on the bed and Merlin she didn't think she could want him any more than she did looking at him standing there now, that grin on his features.

The glint in Joy's eyes mirrored his as she reached up to put a hand behind his neck and pull him down over her. "Why would I even dream of doing that?" she asked before capturing his lips once more. There was tongue this time, a deeper kiss than before, and she was breathing faster as she could feel the anticipation growing in the pit of her stomach. With one of her hands, she blindly unfastened the buckle on her pants and wiggled them off, kicking them off into the room. Joy wrapped a bare leg around him, pushing their groins into each other and smirking against his lips as she did so. "I'm the one that wanted this."

He couldn't exactly say no to that. Finn's hands rushed up Joy's side, helping her slip off her shirt as he took in the sight of her---fuck, she'd done a good job at dropping the baby weight, hell, she'd looked amazing the day she left the hospital, don't think he hadn't noticed---and soon he was physically taking in the curves of her body, leaning heavily down onto her and good God how had he managed this long?

The only thing Finn could imagine was the thought of Joy leaving him with Cormac, that had terrified him so much that he'd barely looked at other women---until Savannah, and even then he'd spent most of his time with Joy and Cormac and being at home with the family---fuck, the family. It was scary how well he knew that Joy was going to always be a constant part of his life, not just because of Cormac, he knew parents didn't stick together for the kid, but Finn knew that he would see Joy on an almost daily basis, maybe more---fuck, if he was honest with himself, he'd wanted to strangle that Dorny brat not only because he was pissing off Joy and making her cry but because he was fucking jealous that he'd steal time away and---

Oh, fuck thinking about feelings, her knickers needed to come off now--

Joy was far more than happy to oblige his thoughts. In fact, she was half out of said knickers by the time he had stopped thinking, and the small piece of cloth joined the rest of their clothes in the haphazardly discarded pile on the floor next to his bed.

She knew that she didn't want this to be fast like it had been their first time, because who wanted their first shag in almost a year to not last? But then again, she did want this to get over with quickly, at least this one--this one, because if Joy had her way, there would be a lot more than one before she was going to let Finn go off to sleep. If she had her way, there would be a lot more than one as long as that coupon book wasn't empty. They hardly had to worry about the whole attatchment thing--this was a little more complicated than a one-night (aha, two-night now) stand, wasn't it? They were already "attatched" in a sense, so what could a little more attatchment, completely sexual, hurt?

Joy was, of course, emotionally attatched to Finn on top of that. But not in that way--at least she'd told herself that she wasn't months ago after they had had their talk about this. They weren't ever going to be serious, any relations they had weren't going to be romantic, and this was nothing more than that. Just because she'd never stopped being attracted to him, just because she'd come to love his personality, enjoy his presence, and just because she could no longer imagine a life where they weren't living under the same roof and talking, crying, joking, ranting, arguing, laughing together every day didn't mean a thing. It didn't. It didn't.

She dug her nails lightly into his back as he entered her, unable to remember a time where this had felt better. Joy couldn't think of one--even with Graeme back at Hogwarts, holy fuck--and she moaned loudly while the pace picked up, kissing him just to muffle it because she couldn't stop herself and they couldn't wake up Cormac now, oh god---

His body was so fucking pleased with him at the moment. Finn couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this, whether it be because it was sex or it was sex with Joy, he couldn't be asked to figure out, but it was bloody brilliant and he was concentrating so---fucking---hard to make this last. They needed hours, they needed all night, they needed a fucking week and for him to cancel practice for the rest of the season because they needed to make up for the past ten months. Holy fuck---ten months, ten months without this, without sex, without---

Finn's arm wrapped around her, pushing up on his knees and causing her back to arch---he didn't know how he was holding back any sounds that were pushing up his throat, maybe the concentration was causing him to be mute, but if his eyes weren't closed they were locked onto Joy's face, and the added fact that he was making her make those sounds invigorated him and made whatever parts of him ready to go hold back even more.

He fell forward again, biting at her neck and fingers pressed back against the headboard they were causing to thud against the wall. It had been good decision making on their part to put Cormac's nursery on the other side of the hallway, hadn't it---

She barely--barely--bit back the choked scream that was trying to force its way out of her mouth, causing her breathing to go more uneven, more ragged and labored than before. It was amazing that she could even breathe at all, with the feelings he was sending rushing through her with each thrust, it shouldn't even be possible that her lungs were drawing breath.

There was no air between them anyway, it was nothing but heat. Body heat, friction, whatever, they were both slicked with a thin layer of sweat and she found quickly that she couldn't grip him quite right anymore. Joy had to clench her arm around his back as her release seconds later brought her back up off the bed, her head too dizzy and swimming in ecstacy like she'd never felt before to keep her from slipping away from him. This time she really did scream and she pushed her face into his shoulder to keep her voice carrying but to be honest it was a miracle that she was even thinking about Cormac anymore because she was having a hard time thinking of anything but how fucking fantastically overwhelmed she was and how she'd just gotten the best orgasm of her life.

Her chest was pressed so tightly against Finn's that she could feel his heart racing in tune with her own, each breath he panted out pushed pressure down on her stomach, and she felt it as she held him all he way down until he was laying completely on top of her. She panted, her head falling back and glazed eyes staring up into his with a more satisfied, content look than she'd given anyone in longer than she could remember. "Holy.... shit," she gasped, a quiet, airy laugh ringing into the heavy air.

Finn shifted slightly so not to crush Joy, but his face planted in the pillow behind her head as he tried to regain his breath, or even consciousness for that matter. Holy mother of Christ, had his body never shaken like that. And he'd had a lot of sex, let 'im tell you, and he'd never---so bloody hard---it had been built up for ten months. Ten months. Goodbye, ten months, sweet Jaysus the relief that was coursing throughout his entire body was better than any of those potions the trainers could give him, better than getting pissed off his ass, better than--

---well, no, there was nothing better than sex, apparently, and Finn pulled his face out of the pillow to raise an eyebrow at Joy. Now, should they just go to sleep, should they talk, should he ask what the fuck was all that? Or should he start snogging her again and seeing if she were up for another go, because he certainly was up, the pun very much intended.

"Break's over," he muttered, leaning over her again and kissing her hard. His team had always said he was quite the impatient captain.