Relaxing

I do not own Glee. Sadly.

It had been one of those days, weeks actually, when Noah thought about it. Not only was he getting shit from the studio managers and execs, the latest pop singer that was supposed to be in recording this week turned out to be a complete bitch with no talent who refused to work for more than ten minutes without a break filled with ridiculous requests. I mean, it's not like water imported from the frozen caps of the French Alps or wherever the hell she wanted it from is really gonna make that screeching sound like music, he thought to himself as he unlocked the door to his apartment.

Speaking of music…he thought. He could hear singing coming from his and Rachel's bedroom. They had been married for two years now and life could not be better for them. After reconnecting once Noah transferred to NYU from Lima Community College a year after graduation and finding Rachel blowing Julliard away, they started dating immediately and exactly one month after graduation, they got married.

Rachel was as successful on Broadway as she was at Julliard, starring in shows as soon as she graduated and already having one Tony award for her performance in the revival of Rent and another nomination surely on the way for the adaptation of the Disney movie Tangled, a seemingly odd choice for her after Rent, but a role that she fit beautifully.

Noah also was doing very well, except for this week of course. He was the most successful producer that the previously failing, but now second most popular music label (thanks to him) in the country had seen. He discovered and signed both of the last two years' Grammy winning Best New Artists and signed ten Billboard Top 20 artists.

Life for the two could not be any better, even if you couldn't tell by the mood that he was in at the moment. While he normally loved Rachel's singing, he was just not in the mood for anything that was not quiet or alcohol.

"Noah? Babe, is that you?" Rachel called.

"Yeah." Who the fuck else would it be? He thought to himself, knowing it would only piss Rachel off to hear that last part.

"Can you come to the bathroom, please?"

Noah shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie. Yeah, he wore a suit and tie because it was professional and shit. Not because Rachel once had him tie her up with all his ties and so he thought they were lucky.

He walked into the bathroom to find his wife leaning against the countertop with only one of his dress shirts and lace panties on and the Jacuzzi bath that they had custom-made for them running.

"What…Baby?" Noah said, confused.

"I got your texts. I figured you needed me home when you got here and so I told Roger I needed the day off and Sarah could do the show tonight. Sounds like you had a bad day" Rachel explained.

Noah had been texting her all day, not really talking, but sending her everything that he wanted to say to the douchebags that he had been in meetings with for the better part of the day and the bitch that couldn't sing, but couldn't actually say to their faces. It was something that they both did. In order to keep each other out of trouble, instead of saying something mean to someone who deserved it, they would vent it to each other. It frequently saved Noah from getting in trouble at work and losing contracts with people that he didn't sign and never would have signed in the first place. Rachel didn't use it as much, but when she did it meant she was pissed beyond belief and Noah could expect some rough, hot, angry sex when he got home.

"Yeah, it fucking sucked." Noah said, crossing over to Rachel and pulling her into his arms, just holding her, trying to forget about the day and focus on her.

"I could tell. I can't imagine what you actually were able to say during your meeting considering it seemed you had an inappropriate response to everything that they said." She said with a slight chuckle.

"Rach, I'm sorry. I just don't…"

"Shh." She said, snaking her hands up to his neck. "Let me help you then."

She stood up on her tiptoes pressing a warm, soft kiss to his mouth. He was surprised when he felt her tongue slip and tease at the seam of his lips. He didn't really understand what was going on. She looked sexy as fuck but normally this would be one of those angry sex times. Instead this was slow and soft and completely unexpected.

What was even more unexpected was when she swatted his hand away when he went to cup her ass after she started undoing his tie. She broke away from the kiss to look at him as she dropped the tie to the floor and began unbuttoning his shirt. He kept moving to draw her closer, but she wouldn't let him. Once he was shirtless, she made quick work of his pants. She moved her hands to the waistband of his boxers when he again tried to unbutton her own shirt and she pushed his hands away.

"Baby, what…why can't I see you too?" Noah asked, getting frustrated at not being able to touch his own wife.

"Because this isn't about me. I'm helping you." Rachel replied, smiling.

Before he could say anything else, his boxers were gone and she was on her knees with his already hard dick in her mouth. He could only groan as he felt himself hit the back of her throat and then slip down thanks to her lack of a gag reflex. Her mouth was so wet and warm, perfection only second to her tight channel. Thinking about being inside her tightness made him even harder.

Rachel began to suck on the tip for a few seconds and tease him with her tongue every time that she pulled back, drawing out an "Oh, fuck" from him. He looked down and saw her staring at him with those big brown eyes that were nearly black with lust. Seeing and knowing how turned on pleasing him got her, he felt himself get close to the edge.

"Rach, I'm close…" he told her.

"Mmm Hmm" she said in agreement and the vibrations it made around his cock sent him over the edge, spilling into her mouth. She swallowed everything that he gave her, not missing one drop.

She stood up as he leaned against the counter, barely holding himself up. She leaned lightly against his chest, pressing a kiss to his neck and making a trail up to his lips.

"Babe," She said, smiling at him. "You just need to relax."

She led him over to the steaming hot, bubbling bath, backing away and grabbing a towel as he got in. She set it down on the ledge and made to walk out of the bathroom when he grabbed her wrist.

"Why aren't you joining me?" Noah questioned.

"Noah, I told you. You needed to relax. You had a terrible day and all I want to do is make it better. Now you get to relax in here, let your day fade away and I'm going to make dinner." She said.

"Fuck that"

To be continued? Yes? No? Let me know!