the song for this chapter is "I Can't Get No Satisfaction," by The Rolling Stones :)
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Harry
I had kissed Finley a handful of times before, and while each of those times was great, for some reason, this kiss, right now, felt like the first time.
I hadn't been expecting it, although, I hadn't expected to call her less than a minute after her car pulled away from my driveway either. Tonight was full of surprises.
I spun her around and pressed her against the chest that the record player was sat on top of, her back arching against it slightly as I did so. Her hands inched away from my face and into my hair, tugging at it gently as she moved her lips against mine.
I removed my lips from hers, and began pressing kisses across her cheek, down her neck, and onto her collarbone, soft gasps leaving her lips as I did so.
Just then, the record stopped spinning, signaling that the song was over, and my lips smirked against her skin as an idea popped into my brain.
My eyes scanned the rack of records while I continued to kiss at her collar bone, the hand that I had laced in her hair reaching towards one record in particular.
"What are you...what are you doing?" She asked in a breathy chuckle.
"Shh, don't worry about it," I mumbled against her skin, laughing a bit as my hand grasped the record I was reaching for, shaking it a bit so that the cover fell off and floated to the ground.
I didn't miss a beat as I switched the records, my hand carefully dropping the needle down onto the new selection, and my hand reattached itself into her hair.
And then, as one of the most iconic riffs of all time began to crackle through the room, she placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me back to look at her.
She had a grin of disbelief on her face as she spoke.
"Did you really just switch the records so that you could play The Rolling Stones while kissing me?" She laughed.
I shrugged a little bit, a smirk on my lips.
"Who doesn't love the Stones?" I grinned, smiling as the lyrics began to play out in the room.
"I can't get no satisfaction. I can't get no satisfaction."
She rolled her eyes at me, lacing her hands behind my neck.
"You're unbelievable," she scoffed, reattaching her lips to mine.
"You know you love this song," I mumbled, smiling against her lips as I kissed her.
"Mhmm," she muttered back, tugging at my hair slightly.
My hands left her hair and instead moved to her jacket, tugging down on the material so that it slid off her shoulders. She let go of my hair in order to allow the jacket to slide all the way off of her arms, and just before it hit the ground, I snagged the collar of it with my hand, not once breaking away from the kiss as I tossed it onto the chair by my desk.
"We can stop if you want," I mumbled against the kiss, my hands sliding up and down her back, trying to get her even closer to me.
"Does it look like I want to stop?" She chuckled back, her words causing my hands to grip at her waist.
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