The Outliers
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“What religion did you grow up in?” I asked realizing I had no idea if Finn’s family were people of faith or not.
Finn grimaced. “Uh, the kind that goes to church on Easter and Christmas but only if the parking lot wasn’t too full and we didn’t have to park in the mud across the street.” He sat up and pushed my hair off my shoulder, tracing my collarbone with his finger. "What’s really going on with the religious stuff, Say? You want to talk about it?”
I decided to go with the truth since anything else would sound even more strange. "I don’t know what to believe anymore. It’s scary not having a faith, but freeing at the same time. It’s like I’ve got this chance to live my life on my own terms and by knowing all there is to know I won’t feel like there is a small piece of me missing,” I confessed. “I'm not a hundred percent sure, though. Maybe, I thought that if I read more—studied up on the religions of the world, then suddenly everything would make sense to me. But it doesn't. None of them actually make any sense to me at all.”
"The people of those religions think they make perfect sense," he countered.
"Yes, that's the thing. They all have faith in what they believe and they all think they are right and they call it faith. I know about faith. The dictionary calls it confidence and belief in something based on spiritual apprehension rather than proof. But with all the religions out there in the world, some of them must be wrong. Am I right? I mean, if there is one absolute than most of them have to be wrong."
Finn shrugged and rested his stubbly chin on my bare shoulder. "But what if they're all right?" he kissed the space between my neck and shoulder and I relaxed into his touch.
I smiled. "Then may the Spaghetti Monster bless us all."
Finn chuckled before his smile faded and his tone turned more serious. "Do you miss it? At least, parts of it? Your past, I mean?”
"No!" I said with a lot more force than I intended. "I mean, I felt like an outsider in the church because I was one. I couldn't fall in line and just blindly believe. And out here, as much as I love it, I still feel like an outsider. Every time Miller brings up a TV show or a reference to something I don't understand it's just a reminder that I didn't come from this world,” I explained.
Finn remained quiet for a moment, staring at the ground.
“What?” I asked, wondering what was on his mind.
He blinked and looked back up at me. “Just had an idea…”
“And…”
He waved it off. “I’ll tell you later. In the meantime, please don't base anything on Miller or what he says. He once called in sick to work to watch three days of a reality TV show about wives in Mississippi." He laced his fingers with mine. I loved how large his hand was compared to mine. His tanned against my pale.
"I just...I want to know things,” I said. “Arm myself with knowledge. Figure out where it all came from and make my own decision about what I want to believe. If anything."
Finn nodded and there was another look on his face. Pride? "I think that’s a great idea. Research it all and let me know when the Flying Pasta Monster service starts.” He planted a quick kiss on my lips.
"Flying Spaghetti Monster," I corrected.
"That's so specific." Finn chuckled, pulling me up onto his lap.
"I was thinking of writing it all down in like a diary or journaling. That way I can remember everything I learn and make notes."
"What about a blog?" Finn suggested.
"A blog?" I wrinkled my nose, unfamiliar with the term.
"Yeah, it's like writing to a diary or a journal except you post it online that way more people have access to it. They can learn from it as you learn from it. I think you'd be pretty great at it and I can help you put it together if you want."
"You'd do that? For me?" I asked, my heart fluttering and my skin warming under his touch.
"Don't you know by now?" Finn breathed, his gaze locked on mine. "I'd do anything for you."
My entire body shuddered against him as he pressed a kiss to my neck. Then, ever so slowly, he traced the outside of my ear with the tip of his tongue. Everything within me came alive. "What are you doing?" I asked, breathlessly.
"I'm helping," he insisted. "You want religion?" Finn pushed back a lock of my hair. "Then I'll get on my knees and worship you for the rest of my life. You want to save someone? You've already done it. You saved me. You want heaven?" His hand skated up the back of my skirt. I shivered. His deep voice hummed in my ear. "I'll take you there right now."
I ached for him to touch me. To give me more than just his delicious words. "Yes. Heaven. Please.” I gasped as he hooked his fingers inside my panties and pulled them to the side.
"So wet for me," he groaned. He unbuckled his jeans and lifted his hips to push them down. He set me on my back making me brace myself on the edge of the dock. He didn’t take his eyes off mine when he thrust inside of me, sending my spine arching off the dock as a bolt of pleasure shot through me.
"Fuck that's so good. You're so good. Every time. Every fucking time," Finn groaned.
I pushed back against him as he took me quick and hard. It didn't take me long for the pleasure to burst inside of me. I saw stars. After a few furious strokes Finn followed me over the edge and I relished the feeling of his hot release filling me.
We collapsed on top of the picture of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Finn rested his chest against my back without pulling out of my body.
"You know, I'm a sinner now. Probably even going to hell," I whispered, bringing his attention to the bible my hand was still pressed against.
"That's not true," Finn argued, still trying to catch his breath.
"How can you be so sure?"
Finn rocked forward and I was instantly reminded he was still inside of me. "Because, you feel like heaven to me."
"Tell me more about how you grew up. Tell me how it was so different from here." Finn said as he traced lazy circles on my back and over the globes of my butt cheeks.
"You know most of it already." I said, turning to him. We were in his bed in the cabin after moving inside from the dock and quickly deciding we were nowhere near done with one another.
Finn grimaced. “Uh, the kind that goes to church on Easter and Christmas but only if the parking lot wasn’t too full and we didn’t have to park in the mud across the street.” He sat up and pushed my hair off my shoulder, tracing my collarbone with his finger. "What’s really going on with the religious stuff, Say? You want to talk about it?”
I decided to go with the truth since anything else would sound even more strange. "I don’t know what to believe anymore. It’s scary not having a faith, but freeing at the same time. It’s like I’ve got this chance to live my life on my own terms and by knowing all there is to know I won’t feel like there is a small piece of me missing,” I confessed. “I'm not a hundred percent sure, though. Maybe, I thought that if I read more—studied up on the religions of the world, then suddenly everything would make sense to me. But it doesn't. None of them actually make any sense to me at all.”
"The people of those religions think they make perfect sense," he countered.
"Yes, that's the thing. They all have faith in what they believe and they all think they are right and they call it faith. I know about faith. The dictionary calls it confidence and belief in something based on spiritual apprehension rather than proof. But with all the religions out there in the world, some of them must be wrong. Am I right? I mean, if there is one absolute than most of them have to be wrong."
Finn shrugged and rested his stubbly chin on my bare shoulder. "But what if they're all right?" he kissed the space between my neck and shoulder and I relaxed into his touch.
I smiled. "Then may the Spaghetti Monster bless us all."
Finn chuckled before his smile faded and his tone turned more serious. "Do you miss it? At least, parts of it? Your past, I mean?”
"No!" I said with a lot more force than I intended. "I mean, I felt like an outsider in the church because I was one. I couldn't fall in line and just blindly believe. And out here, as much as I love it, I still feel like an outsider. Every time Miller brings up a TV show or a reference to something I don't understand it's just a reminder that I didn't come from this world,” I explained.
Finn remained quiet for a moment, staring at the ground.
“What?” I asked, wondering what was on his mind.
He blinked and looked back up at me. “Just had an idea…”
“And…”
He waved it off. “I’ll tell you later. In the meantime, please don't base anything on Miller or what he says. He once called in sick to work to watch three days of a reality TV show about wives in Mississippi." He laced his fingers with mine. I loved how large his hand was compared to mine. His tanned against my pale.
"I just...I want to know things,” I said. “Arm myself with knowledge. Figure out where it all came from and make my own decision about what I want to believe. If anything."
Finn nodded and there was another look on his face. Pride? "I think that’s a great idea. Research it all and let me know when the Flying Pasta Monster service starts.” He planted a quick kiss on my lips.
"Flying Spaghetti Monster," I corrected.
"That's so specific." Finn chuckled, pulling me up onto his lap.
"I was thinking of writing it all down in like a diary or journaling. That way I can remember everything I learn and make notes."
"What about a blog?" Finn suggested.
"A blog?" I wrinkled my nose, unfamiliar with the term.
"Yeah, it's like writing to a diary or a journal except you post it online that way more people have access to it. They can learn from it as you learn from it. I think you'd be pretty great at it and I can help you put it together if you want."
"You'd do that? For me?" I asked, my heart fluttering and my skin warming under his touch.
"Don't you know by now?" Finn breathed, his gaze locked on mine. "I'd do anything for you."
My entire body shuddered against him as he pressed a kiss to my neck. Then, ever so slowly, he traced the outside of my ear with the tip of his tongue. Everything within me came alive. "What are you doing?" I asked, breathlessly.
"I'm helping," he insisted. "You want religion?" Finn pushed back a lock of my hair. "Then I'll get on my knees and worship you for the rest of my life. You want to save someone? You've already done it. You saved me. You want heaven?" His hand skated up the back of my skirt. I shivered. His deep voice hummed in my ear. "I'll take you there right now."
I ached for him to touch me. To give me more than just his delicious words. "Yes. Heaven. Please.” I gasped as he hooked his fingers inside my panties and pulled them to the side.
"So wet for me," he groaned. He unbuckled his jeans and lifted his hips to push them down. He set me on my back making me brace myself on the edge of the dock. He didn’t take his eyes off mine when he thrust inside of me, sending my spine arching off the dock as a bolt of pleasure shot through me.
"Fuck that's so good. You're so good. Every time. Every fucking time," Finn groaned.
I pushed back against him as he took me quick and hard. It didn't take me long for the pleasure to burst inside of me. I saw stars. After a few furious strokes Finn followed me over the edge and I relished the feeling of his hot release filling me.
We collapsed on top of the picture of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Finn rested his chest against my back without pulling out of my body.
"You know, I'm a sinner now. Probably even going to hell," I whispered, bringing his attention to the bible my hand was still pressed against.
"That's not true," Finn argued, still trying to catch his breath.
"How can you be so sure?"
Finn rocked forward and I was instantly reminded he was still inside of me. "Because, you feel like heaven to me."
"Tell me more about how you grew up. Tell me how it was so different from here." Finn said as he traced lazy circles on my back and over the globes of my butt cheeks.
"You know most of it already." I said, turning to him. We were in his bed in the cabin after moving inside from the dock and quickly deciding we were nowhere near done with one another.
