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"Better get to those lessons then," Finn said jokingly, then closed the trailer door. He sat down beside me, filling the other spot on the love seat.

"Okay, so what do I do?" I asked flat out, and he almost giggled.

"Well, I've only done this once or twice, and I think I remember that Iris," Finn started.

"Iris?" I questioned, interrupting Finn.

"Yes...?" Finn trailed off.

"Iris as in Apatow?" I asked, and he looked at the cushion and nodded with a sigh.

"Huh.." I bobbed my head back and forth in thought.

Iris Apatow...

I didn't know they were actually serious.

"Well, what do I do?" I repeated, trying to change the subject.

"So making out is different from normal kissing, to start off. Y'know when we kissed and it was long, but it was just a normal kiss?" Finn asked, and I nodded slowly.

"Making out is...it's different. It's more...intimate, I guess?" Finn explained loosely.

"Isn't there like tongue?" I asked straight forwardly.

"Usually," Finn moved his head, considering my question, "Yes."

There was a pause, and I felt vulnerable.

"Want to try it?" Finn asked carefully, and I regained eye contact with him. 

I nodded slightly.

"Okay, just don't freak out," Finn advised, then started to lean in. He closed his eyes, his long lashes resting on his cheeks. 

He connected our lips, and I froze instantly. He obviously noticed, and pulled away to look me in the eye.

"Just think of it as a normal kiss," Finn suggested. He leaned in again, and I closed my eyes this time. Our lips met again, and we kissed normally for a bit. Then he opened my lips with his, and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I froze again, and Finn pulled away, but stayed close, right in front of my face.

"Trust me," Finn whispered breathily, keeping his eyes closed. He smashed his lips back onto mine, and before I knew it, his tongue had returned. I felt it exploring my mouth, and then landing softly on my own tongue. I tried to play along, sliding my tongue around Finn's. They glided against each other for a while, and then I felt a hand on my knee.

I ignored it, focused solely on the intense kiss we shared. I opened my mouth wider to gasp for air, and Finn dove right back in, slipping his tongue over mine. We moved our lips and heads in perfect time with each other. I gasped once more as Finn's hands slid up from my knee, edging near the top of my thigh.

"Finn," I moaned deeply.

He pulled off instantly.

"W-What the fuck..." I mumbled to myself, placing a hand on my chest.

"Yeah, what the fuck?" he repeated me, "Did you just moan?"

"I-I think so?" I replied more like a question.

"Millie, you can't just," Finn trailed off.

"You can't just do that," Finn tried to explain.

"Do what?" I asked in confusion.

"Moan my fucking name!" Finn raised his voice in exasperation, his arm gestures flailing about.

"Sorry," I apologized, feeling guilty.

"It's fine," Finn said, calming down, "I mean, I can't blame you. Making out with me must have been pretty great."

"Finn!" I exclaimed, and smacked him playfully on the arm.

"So, did I do okay?" I asked.

"Okay? Millie, you did more than okay. You did great!" he said with a grin.

"Great?" I asked.

"Well, you weren't perfect. I am your teacher, aren't I?" he smirked, jokingly.

"Yes?" I giggled.

"Then I'll have to ask you to take some more lessons," Finn broke the facade at the end, and we both burst into laughter.

We paused, just taking a moment, smiling at each other.

"Hey Finn," I said.

"Yep?" Finn replied quickly.

"Your hand's still on my thigh," I stated, then he looked down immediately. He peeled his hand from my leg delicately, and we shared another laugh.

"When's our next lesson?" I asked, half-kidding.

"I don't know. I need a break though, it's tiring," Finn whispered in my face.

"I'm just that great?" I whispered in return, sounding weirdly seductive.

"Maybe after the next lesson, you will be," Finn told me, and I giggled. He leaned in and gave me a peck on my nose. He smirked as he stood up.

"Until next time," Finn said, turning on his heel to leave the trailer. The door closed behind him, leaving me wondering what the hell just happened.

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Finn's POV:

Now you're probably wondering why the fuck I pressed Millie to agree to make out with me for a scene.

Well, I didn't want to just do it for the show.

I wanted to make out with her.

Because I,

I think I'm in love with her.

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all for now,

- Kate