Hi Guys, this is my first attempt! Lemme know what you think? If it's no good I really don't want to continue3

A stray lock of brunette hair fell against his face, and he instinctively, lovingly, brushed it behind her ear. His hand lingered, tracing circles against her cheek as he pulled away. Rachel moved with him as he moved back, unwilling to break their kiss, and he smiled into her lips.

She sighed, and allowed him to separate their lips so he could look at her. He stared into her chocolate brown eyes and can't help but grin at how lucky he feels, how lucky he knows he is. Rachel blushed and looked down at the floor in her room. He hooked his index finger under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him again.

"You're perfect," he breathed. She scanned his eyes for a moment, an attempt at seeing deep into his soul, searching for traces of honesty. He really did mean it. He loved everything about Rachel Berry, and she really was perfect to him. He wanted to make her realize just how much she meant to him.

She smiled at him, melting his heart and seemingly accepting his admission, and leaned in to kiss him again. Instead of letting her lips meet his, he turned his head slightly, tactically, so his lips swept across her skin arriving at her ear. "And you're so beautiful," he whispered and breathed in the scent of her hair, apples, god he missed that smell.

She was the one to pull back this time and her voice, throaty and quiet, filled the room with his name, "Finn..."

"I know Rach, you don't want to hear it, I'm sorry," He wasn't really sorry, but he added it for good measure.

"It's not that I don't want you to tell me Finn, but you've interrupted me to tell me five times in the past fifteen minutes," she giggled, "I never thought I'd be the one forcing myself on you." Her body was emanating fire and lust and she suddenly bit her lip, somehow making her look innocent and sexy at the same time, in a way that only Rachel could. She suddenly was sliding backwards, stopping when her back met the headboard of her bed.

She was staring at him, her eyes smoldering like embers, and that was all it took. He was hovering over her instantly, his head dipping to allow his lips to meet her parted ones. He kissed her, and nipped at her bottom lip, making her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He took her need to be close to him as an invitation to slip his tongue through her lips. Her small hands slid down his shirt, and rested on his chest as he kissed her.

He loved kissing her, loved losing himself in her, loved how she made him feel. Simply put, he loved her and couldn't believe how long it took him to realize it. He hadn't told her, he knew she'd think it was too soon. He didn't want to rush her or scare her, he had just convinced her to be with him again, convinced her that they should try again. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel overwhelmed, and start thinking about how her feelings for him could get in the way of her dreams again. No, he definitely didn't want that. So he was waiting, waiting to tell her.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and he swore he felt it resonate through his whole body. God, she is so sexy, he thought to himself. Her hands still rested on his chest, and he liked that, because it wasn't like she was pushing him away. It was like she was making herself compact, allowing him to engulf her, surround her completely. He slid his hand to the back of her neck and gentley pulled her up to him, hungrily kissing her. Her hands flew up to his cheeks and he felt her shiver when his hand lightly traveled down to her lower back, slightly pushing her closer. He smiled, feeling her body instinctively arc upwards, molding to his. He could definitely get used to this, the way she showed him how she felt instead of talking about it all the time.

Her skin was having electric shock reactions to his touch, no matter how light or soft the contact was. It was sending her into a frenzy, she couldn't think straight, she couldn't even see straight let alone have a coherent conversation. All she wanted to do was kiss him, and he kept pulling away to look at her. It made her self conscious the way he kept staring, so she tried her hardest to make the kissing last, pushing forward when he pulled back. She figured he knew what she was doing though, because the huge grin plastered on his face made it difficult for him to kiss her properly. She was sure if she hadn't sighed he would have laughed at her persistance.

There he goes staring again, she thought. Blood flushed her cheeks as she broke eye contact with him, looking away as fast as possible. I am anything but perfect, her objection floated around in her head. After looking at him for what felt like hours, she realized he meant it when he said it. Her whole body felt like jello as she smiled and leaned in to kiss him again. Her eyes fluttered closed, she let his passion intoxicate her as he told her how beautiful he thinks she is.

Her eyes went hazey as she pulled back to look at him, "Finn..." I love you, she felt the words at the tip of her tongue, but her throat caught a little as she breathed and she felt like she had no voice. Strange, when was the last time she felt speechless?

His apology confused her mostly, until she realized he thought she didn't like what he was saying.

"It's not that I don't want you to tell me Finn, but you've interrupted me to tell me five times in the past fifteen minutes," she giggled, "I never thought I'd be the one forcing myself on you." She felt a little vulerable telling him that she didn't want him to stop. She grasped her lip between her teeth, a habit she has when shes thinking. She decided they needed to move, so she pushed herself backwards and stared at him. She didn't have to wait long, he moved toward her like they were magnets and couldn't be too far away from each other. When she moves he moves, that's how it works, and that's how she likes it to work.

She felt incredibly lucky, as Finn kissed her senseless. She loved the way her body responded for her when she was with him, she didn't have to think about anything, it was all so natural with him. Her hands combed through his hair and wrapped around his neck, they explored his muscular chest and cupped his face as she kissed him with everything she had. She loved the way he knew how to make her squirm beneath him, she felt safe with him, like she was free to be herself, free to enjoy herself.

He was a tornado, tearing through the walls, that kept her guarded, with ease. Even after everything, after he hurt her, made her feel worthless, she still felt the safest when she was with him. She couldn't believe it was so easy for him to earn her forgiveness, for her heart to let him straight back in, no questions asked, it was as if he had never left. Her head told her not to let him in again, her heart told her he never stopped loving her, and her body told her no one else made her feel the way he did. In simpler words, she was a confused mess. The decision to ignore her inner turmoil and allow herself to get lost in him was simple as she used the weight of her body to roll them over.

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