AN: So, I began writing this a few weeks ago, and then the Glee finale happened and I got even more into finishing this story, and I just finished this morning. It'll be about 15 chapters, and since this is the first time that I have finished a story that more than just a few thousand words, I'm actually really excited. Hopefully, I'll put up a chapter a day for you guys. Let me know what you think, or if you just want to talk about Glee at all, that'd also be fine! Enjoy.
She loved the vibrations that thundered like bass through her as she messily wound her tiny fingers through his hair. Each caress directed her buzzing body into an even more vigorous high, allowing each exhale to noisily escape her swollen lips without her knowledge.
Everything was in Technicolor. His large hands that seemed to out size her own 3 to 1 were pressed firmly into her lower back, killing her slowly with subtle yet deadly movements that had her more than just a little frustrated. She felt as if the sun was sweltering in her chest as he leaned her back and expanded their already ravenous kiss.
If you'd have told her two hours ago that she'd be making out with some guy she met at some hole in the wall bar on a Friday night, she'd have performed one of her rather dramatic speeches about loyalty and the effects of lying, perhaps ending the rant with one of her signature storm outs, leaving you in a disarray of epic proportions.
Yet, here she was. Sucking face with a hot man who surprisingly- albeit incredibly welcomed- was kinder and more willing to give her his attention than any man she's met in the last few months since she moved to New York. Possibly her entire life. Not only had he just listened to her for almost an entire hour as she went on and on about her troubles, but he also chipped in very sweet comments that, over time, wore her down.
"I really just strive to get my career underway. I don't see why this has become such an extraordinarily difficult position to take up in my new found life style, but it seems that New York is a much more challenging city to take control of than I was previously led to believe." She looked up at the man sitting, well slouching, in the chair beside her. His brown eyes showed his confusion.
He opened his mouth for an extended amount of time, and she was beginning to start a new sentence, when he finally spoke. "I think you can do it. I'll bet people are going to have pictures of you around their homes in no time." She sat up a little more then, cautious of where this was going. Her hand sliding towards her otherwise abandoned purse as she watched him with vigilant eyes. "I mean, like, in magazines and stuff." He added and she sagged in relief.
"Well, thank you very much, but I'm not so sure anymore." She told him, taking a sip of her water. "Maybe I'm just not cut out for Broadway."
She startled when she felt the sudden touch of his hand beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his own. "Don't give up on your dreams. They're awesome." He told her, and Rachel felt the flutter in her stomach for the first time in a year.
"And why are they awesome?" She inquired, trying to fight the urge to jump him. That wasn't who she was, but right now, it was who she really wanted to be.
"They're awesome because they're yours…" More butterflies. She scooted to the edge of her seat, wanting to be closer to him. "And you're pretty awesome." He added with an Earth shattering half grin that she was positive that she would have been head over heels for in High School. Hell, she was head over heels for it now.
"Ahem."
The two separated quickly, each one turning back in their seat to look at the bartender who was currently watching them with knowing eyes.
"I don't want to break up this incredibly uncomfortable moment, but we're closing in about three minutes." Grabbing up their glasses, he started cleaning off the counter.
She nodded, glancing at the guy beside her before reaching for her purse again, this time to find the money she needed to pay for her drinks.
He sighed to himself, going for his own wallet. Well, this was unexpected. He had known her for maybe an hour and for almost all of it, she had been constantly talking without letting him respond, which was kind of annoying. But, even then, it was also sort of cute. She was super intense and stuff, almost coming close to crying when the bartender had told her that they didn't sell her favorite wine, but the way she bit her lip when she talked about something he could tell she was totally passionate about was really hot and left him at the edge of his seat.
He wasn't really "smooth", and anyone from his home town could tell you that right away, so for him to be throwing out these weirdly romantic lines made him realize that he kind of liked this girl, even with her craziness.
Plus, she was wearing a low cut shirt which was definitely cool too.
He caught himself looking over at her, watching her go through the jungle that was her purse, seeing her licking her bottom lip as she focused on finding money.
When he looked up from her lips, which also looked pretty awesome, he found her staring at his as well. That was a good sign, right?
"You're not too bad yourself," she told him, her voice a little breathless, then turned back to the bartender and handed him the money that she had finally found.
Crap. He really really liked her.
When she had stood up to leave the establishment, his words got the better of him and before she realized what he was doing, he was dragging her out, hand in hand, before stopping beside the damp road.
He turned back to her, wanting nothing more than to ask her if he could kiss her, only to have his train of thought completely derailed when she rushed forward, throwing herself at him lips first.
The insurmountable force of utter comfort, lust, and pure passion hit her like a thick, brown and red brick wall, causing her to lose her balance and hold onto the man for dear life. His hands curling around her hips, he pulled back, mouth still slightly open as he lifted his hand to hail a taxi. Yet even as a yellow vehicle slid to a screeching halt beside the two, his deep dark eyes held hers in an unyielding embrace.
They kept to themselves in the taxi, both of which sitting on the outer seats. She gazed through the window, fighting an internal war as one half of her begged her to tell him she couldn't do it, and the other half was dreading the thought that he was losing interest with each fleeting moment. The latter quickly ceased to exist when she felt something brushing against her thigh. Turning her head, she saw him looking down, and when she followed his gaze, she found his large hand open, resting on her leg, awaiting her own.
Well, who was she to deny him such a simple gesture?
A grin veiled her lips when she took it in hers, and her knees grew weak along with butterflies slamming against the inner walls of her stomach when she saw the corners of his own inviting mouth turning up at one side, giving her the most adorable lopsided grin she had ever seen.
Time seemed to drag along, each second feeling more like a minute, initiating her to sigh in pure relief when the car came to a stop, signaling the end of the journey. The man practically ran from his side of the vehicle, leaving her to cock an eyebrow and reach for her door, only to have it pulled open with that sweet goofy grin waiting on the other side. He handed the driver money, slipping his arm around her waist. They walked with reckless abandon for the world around them, only seeing one another while the rest of their surroundings seemed nothing more than a haze in the distance.
The barriers crumbled and fell when the elevator doors closed around them. She looked up, about to gauge his expression, but much preferred how she was thrust against the hard wall. His hands that once held hers in a polite delicate clasp now gripped, bracing them above her head, one crossing over the other. His mouth crashed messily into her own, teeth knocking and tongues sliding across the other. He was so close to her, his warmth causing reactions from her body in a way she couldn't describe. She fought the urge to rub against him, she really did, but when one of his hands fell, trailing down her sides until it ended on the curve of her behind, her body disregarded all of the lines she drew in her head, arching forward.
A sound emitted from his lips, surprising them both.
Their kiss ended and panting replaced the silence in the air, hers especially noisy.
He had moaned. She shivered at the thought, leaning against the hand rail. She had never made a guy moan before, and honestly, she felt more than just a little bit powerful.
"I, uh…" He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the floor in what she could only assume was embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I guess I kind of got really into," he looked up at her, eyes locking, "what we were doing, you know." After a few more seconds of silence, he began to shuffle from foot to foot. "I completely get it if you are totally turned off now, or like, if you want to slap me." She looked away from him, only to begin giggling. "Or if you want to laugh. Anything's better than silence." He continued.
Any prior doubt about going through with this was dust in the wind. She wanted this. She wanted him. Above all, she wanted to hear him moan more. She was Rachel Berry, and Rachel Berry always gets what she wants.
"Stop talking," she cooed, noting the irony in the situation, considering she was usually the talker. His mouth closed, watching her with glazed eyes as she crawled towards him painstakingly slow. Rachel let herself brush against his front, feeling the outcome of her teasing in the front of his jeans. She smirked, leaning her head up while he bent down, lips more than ready to greet each other once again, only to hear the ding of the elevator. The man let out another noise now, this one resembling a frustrated groan, once again causing Rachel to release a small laugh as an elderly couple shuffled passed them.
"Ah, Finn! We haven't seen you around in quite some time." The older man said with a cough, tilting greatly on his cane.
The man that Rachel now knew to be named Finn (They hadn't ever gotten around to names…) turned away from her, smiling at the older couple. "Mr. Hendricks, you're usually asleep when I get home." He told him, his eyes glancing over to Rachel to see how she was reacting to the situation.
Mr. Hendricks chuckled, tilting his head in agreement, "Well, we can't all be young and horny."
Rachel nearly choked from the gasp of air she sucked in. Finn's face quickly burned bright red, his hand slipping from Rachel's side, resting beside his own.
"What did you just say?" The elderly lady who Rachel guessed was Mrs. Hendricks asked, her eyes a blazing fury as she looked back at her husband.
"What?" Mr. Hendricks looked at his wife. "I just reminded the youngster that not all of us are young and hungry anymore, Lucille." He responded nonchalantly, then allowed himself to take on a slightly offended expression. "Why? What did you think I said?"
Now it was Lucille's turn to burn red. "That. I thought you said that. I just wasn't sure." She stammered out quickly. "Finn, you should come by for breakfast sometime. I'll cook bacon and pancakes, since they're your favorite." She said with a motherly overtone, but everyone present knew she was changing the subject. Rachel smiled at the woman, then looked up at Finn who had a similar expression.
"I'll try to come by sometime this week." He replied. The elevator dinged once more, and Finn placed his hand on Rachel's back, easing her through the door right after it opened. "Don't forget that we still need to play scrabble with your bingo friends, and I won't take no for an answer." He said to Lucille just as they exited. The young couple waved to the older, wordlessly speaking their goodbyes.
The door was shutting when Mr. Hendricks shouted, "Have fun, you two!"
Now Rachel blushed, following Finn to his apartment. "They seem nice."
Finn looked at her over his shoulder, "They were the first people here to come by and welcome me into the building." He smiled, turning back to watch where he was walking, holding his hand out beside him. Rachel bit her lip, catching it and holding it at her side.
He came to a stop outside of apartment 1627, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the key. Rachel's hands were sweating now, holding her breath with either fear or anticipation. The sound of locks sliding was music to both of their ears, and he turned the handle, letting the door swing open.
She laughed hysterically when he spun around, pulling her into his arms as he kicked the door shut.
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