501 A little special one

'The delicious fish jumped on my plate.'

Rose: "..."

She was quick to discern she was the fish and the plate is his bed but she was too late to react for running away when the man sleekly pinned her on the bed.

She felt her cheeks burn, she really didn't mean to get fed to him readily. She wasn't getting sleep and thought to talk to him as they sleep. She felt herself too naive gazing at his predatory eyes.

'We haven't even kissed, is he trying to scare me?' Rose thought and tried to be calm, "I am not fish."

Finn offered a new name, "Sweet and sour chicken?"

Rose just stared at him as his hand went to her back and pulled her sit straddling him until she felt both were rather too close to be sitting that way. She muttered as she tried to back off, "I am Rose."

Finn enjoyed her sneakily finding a way to escape without showing on her face however a little pull towards him ended her back on his lap, "Yeah!! A pink and fresh one."