I Wouldn't Mind

by Guest9_2

Summary:

Set in the universe of A Second Chance, a collection of oneshots explores the moments that make up Rita and Fin’s unconventional yet deeply loving relationship.

Chapter 1: I Wouldn't Mind

"Marc, you can go to lunch," Rita told her assistant as they walked to her office.

"Thanks Ms. Calhoun." Marc nodded at Fin and all but ran 3 offices down.

Sam lifted her head when she saw him coming. "He's here again?"

"He is here again."

"This is what the 100th time this week?"

"3rd," Marc rolled his eyes, "and it's only Tuesday."

"Is this a new boyfriend?"

"I dunno. She's never really dated... anyone. It's weird."

"Should we go spy on them?"

"Eww. I have a lunch break, I'm going to use it."

x

Rita closed the door softly after Marc left. "Thank you for lunch."

"No problem," Fin shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, "you got us dinner the other night, thought I'd return the favor."

"I got us dinner because you got breakfast. It looks like we're in a never ending cycle."

"Looks so."

"So umm..." Rita adjusted her blazer, "I should let you be on your way then.

"Uh yeah, told Liv I would hold down the fort so she could head out."

"Okay. Stay safe."

He kissed her cheek softly. Even though he pulled back, he was still in her space. The fact that Rita hadn't pushed him away was a good sign. She never seemed to push him away. 

And then, before he could overthink it, his lips were on hers—soft, deliberate, and patient. He gave her every chance to pull away, but she didn’t.

Rita leaned into him, her hand finding its way to his shoulder. Her mind screamed at her to analyze this, to label it, but the warmth of his kiss drowned out every word. When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together.

"Odafin," she breathed, looking everywhere but his face, "what is this? What are we doing?"

"What do you think we're doin'?"

"Something that we need to talk about. Preferably not near your squad. I don't want my personal business all over the 16th precinct."

"Good thing I'm a private guy." He gripped her waist, "look at me Rita. You want me to do something now?"

"What about Liv?"

"She can wait." Rita fumbled as Fin walked her backwards. "Careful counsellor, don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Scared I'll sue?"

"Maybe." He pushed her lightly on the couch, kneeling next to her. "Them windows got shades?"

Rita grabbed the small remote and with one click the glass wall turned opaque. "Better?"

"Yeah."

xxx

She cradled the back of Fin's head as he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck. This was risky and stupid, anyone could walk in at anytime, yet the thrill of being caught was spurring her on. She hooked one leg around his thigh pulling him closer. 

"Oh my God!" 

Rita went completely still and peered beyond Fin. "Liv?!"

"I'm sorry. I just uh... no one was out in front. I thought... I should have knocked."

Rita scrambled to cover her chest as Olivia rambled on, cursing the fact that her blouse was tossed on the floor.

"It's fine."

Rita glared at Fin for choosing to speak at that moment.

"Fin?!" The speed Olivia turned to them and back around would have been comical if Rita wasn't half-naked.

"Can you give us a minute?"

"Glady."

Fin slowly moved his hand from under Rita's skirt when the door was slammed shut. "Shoulda stopped after the first kiss."

"Did you want to?"

"Nah."

"Good. We should get dressed."

He pushed off her and offered a hand. "Sorry that Liv saw us like that."

"You make it seem like you called her. Did you?"

"No. You said you didn't want nobody to know."

"Liv is hardly like the rest of your loose-lipped squad."

Fin buttoned his shirt slowly, his eyes flickering over to Rita as she reached down to pick up her blouse from the floor. He couldn’t help himself, stealing quick glances as she dressed. A thrill coursed through him at the thought that he was the reason for her slightly messed up hair and flushed skin.

"Wait." She grabbed a wipe from the desk to clean her smudged lipstick from his face. "All better."

Fin held her wrist, "I'm seeing you later."

"You're not going to ask if I'm free?"

"You're not free cause I'm seeing you later."

"Your place or mine?"

"Come to mine."

Rita felt her cheeks grow warm as she squirmed under his stare. "I'll see you tonight."

"Good."

"Need me to bring anything?"

"Just you."

xxx

'Just you,' he had said. Was she reading too much into that? She didn't think so. While she put on lotion, she thought about the way he'd been looking at her lately. The way he kept showing up. She was sure her co-workers had theories and she could no longer pass off as him helping with a case. For fuck's sake they were about to do something in her office that had bassed the border of professional.

Rita pulled on black sweatpants and a matching black sweatshirt before pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail. She considered makeup for about half a second before immediately disregarding the idea. The idea of looking perfect and put together sounded exhausting right now. 

xxx

Rita had barely knocked on the door when it opened. 

"Hey, I—"

She reached up and pressed her lips to his in a sudden, passionate kiss. Fin let out a startled sound but quickly recovered, his hands instinctively finding her waist as he kissed her back.  

After a few moments, he pulled away just enough to smirk at her, his voice teasing. "Damn, hello to you too, counsellor."  

"Hi," a rare blush came on Rita's cheek, "that was okay?"

"More than." He closed the door behind her. He leaned down to capture her lips in an open mouthed kiss. Their tongues fought for supremacy as one of Fin's hands pulled Rita closer to his hips and she groaned into his mouth. He rocked slightly forward and his hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, trailing up over her side and skimming lightly over her ribs.

Rita could feel her resolve slowly slipping away like earlier in her office. The last thing she wanted to do was have sex against his door. "Wait," she pushed on his chest.

Fin took a step back. "What?"

"We should slow down a bit. Maybe get something to eat," she whispered.

"Chinese?"

"That works for me."

"You want anything specific?"

"Surprise me."

Rita walked through the apartment as Fin ordered food for them. The last time she had been here she was too drunk and weepy to pay attention to the decor. She ran her fingers along the display cases on the wall. It seemed like an odd place to store footwear.

"Food should be here in about 20 minutes."

She nodded and gestured towards the shoes lined neatly by the wall. "Collectibles? Or did you run out of closet space?"

Fin raised an eyebrow. "You think I’d leave my shoes out here?"

She smirked, gesturing to the pristine pair. "I don’t know. This one seems pretty special."

"It is," he said, his tone proud. "I dropped six grand on that pair."

Rita’s eyes widened. "You paid that kind of money on sneakers?"

"These aren’t just sneakers," Fin corrected, folding his arms. "They’re limited-edition Jordans—only a hundred pairs made."

"I take it you save them for special occasions?" she asked, still eyeing them skeptically.

"I don’t wear them at all," he replied, shrugging. "This is where they stay."

Rita blinked. "You own shoes you never wear?"

"You’ve got fancy clothes, counsellor. You get it."

"Yeah, and I wear mine," she shot back, smirking.

"You want to watch a movie or are you going to judge me on that too?"

"It depends, do you have movies that sit on a shelf collecting dust?"

"Ha ha Calhoun," he said dryly before picking up the remote, "pick a movie."

They had eventually settled on some stupid movie by the time the food arrived. Rita half-heartedly watched the movie playing on the screen, her mind elsewhere. The film seemed pointless, but she hadn’t been paying much attention since they’d settled on something random to watch. Instead, her gaze kept drifting to Fin, who was sitting beside her on the couch, eating casually.

She couldn’t help it. She kept replaying the kiss from earlier, the way his lips had felt against hers, how his hands had held her like he never wanted to let go. It felt so different from the way it had been before—more intense, more real.

"Why you looking at me like that?" Fin smirked.

"Like what?"

"Like you tryna see me naked. I'm not mad, just... lemme eat first before we do something bout that."

Rita felt her face grow hot as she suddenly focused on the container in her lap. She was normally able to hide everything, except the occasional annoyance. She didn't even know if he felt the same. Sure he finally kissed her this afternoon, but God knows what was going through his head. 

Almost as if reading her thoughts Fin started speaking again.

"I got years of UC, you ain't gonna read every expression on my face."

Rita smirked, setting her food down on the coffee table as she turned to face him. "So why not tell me what you're thinking?"

Fin grinned, his eyes flicking down to her lips before meeting her gaze. "I can do better than that."

Before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was soft at first, testing the waters, but when Rita kissed him back with equal fervor, it deepened. Her hands slid up his chest, curling into his shirt, and Fin’s fingers found their way into her hair, holding her close.

Moments later, Fin stood, pulling Rita with him as his intensity grew. She barely had a chance to breathe before he guided her back until her shoulders hit the wall. Their lips collided in a hungry, urgent kiss, her body arching into his as if drawn by an invisible force.

It felt like it had been far too long since their last kiss, and Rita couldn’t hold back a soft gasp as Fin’s hands settled on her waist, anchoring her in place. She clung to him, the rest of the world falling away as the moment consumed them both.

"Still moving too fast for you?"

"Bedroom," she breathed.

"Glady."

They don't want to let go of each other, so they stumbled through the hall. Rita didn't pay much attention to which way they were going, she was just glad that clothes were being shed along the way.

Rita damn near whined when Fin suddenly started slowing down when they crossed the threshold of his bedroom. She was tired of moving slow and toeing the line.

Fin chuckled as he bounced lightly on the bed,  "damn Calhoun."

"You were taking too long." She crawled over him to straddle his lap. "You mind me on top?" 

"I encourage it."

xxx

Rita let out a deep breath as she listened to Fin's heartrate go back to normal. The room was almost completely silent. 

"We should do this more often."

"The sex or spending time with each other?" Rita asked as she tilted her head up to look at him.

"I don't see why we can't do both."

"Doing both would require us to be in a relationship. Is that what you want?"

"I wouldn't mind."

It was fast, probably there for a second longer than he normally would, but Rita caught a glimpse of something else in his expression. Something soft, something a little nervous and unsure. "I wouldn't mind either."