AN: The Finchel-prompts Tumblr is like crack to me. This is a fill for the photo that was posted on September 5th. (I'd link directly but that's a no-no here.) I was particularly intrigued by the photo because of the physical resemblance to our favorite characters. A fair warning: I was so entranced by the intertwined hands that I didn't even notice the weird little bit of bondage happening on the corresponding wrists. So while the following story is definitely the smuttiest of smut, I took it in a much more emotional and fluffy direction than that to which the depiction may lend itself.

At any rate, I hope you enjoy. The title is from the Foo Fighters' "Everlong." I own neither the song lyrics nor the characters of Glee.

Rachel had been cautious all summer. Taking her usual dance classes and teaching elementary voice lessons at the JCC kept her busy, but she spent nearly all of her free hours with Finn. And they spent probably 50% of that time on either of their beds, tongues messily entwining and hands wandering over their clothes.

That was about as far as they'd gone the last time they dated, but the feelings were so much more intense now. She wasn't sure if it was because of the knowledge that they were about to be seniors and graduation was looming in the not-so-distant future, if their love had truly intensified due to their difficult semester apart and dramatic reconciliation, or if she was simply a young woman ready to succumb to her more carnal desires.

She was still somewhat self-conscious of her body. There were glee pool parties at Santana's and she and Finn took a day-trip to a water park near Dayton. And whether she compared herself to classmates or complete strangers, Rachel couldn't help but feel insecure about her small stature... and certain parts of her that were particularly small.

When alone with Finn, though, Rachel always felt beautiful. Having his large body on top of hers gave her a sense of safety and contentment, the soft touches of his enormous hands so gentle they melted her worries away and left a fire in their wake. She knew it wouldn't be long before she wanted to go further, feeling his hands on her bare chest... and possibly other places.

A few nights before school started, they found themselves alone in his living room, Burt and Carole spending the long weekend away in Chicago and Kurt out with Blaine for the night. They laid on the couch, their kisses soft and gentle at first but gradually growing heated. Rachel felt a palpable sense of excitement from engaging in intimate activities somewhere new. She sensed that energy bubbling up somewhere deep inside of her as Finn's lips left her own and trailed across her jaw, his tongue poking out to tease her neck before swiping the shell of her ear.

"Mmm... Finn!" she giggled, somewhat surprised when he took her earlobe between his teeth and growled lowly, before laving his tongue over her neck. Meanwhile, his hands played at the hem of her blouse, fingers grazing the skin of her stomach ever so lightly.

Allowing boldness to overtake her usual reticence, she abruptly slid her hands under Finn's shirt and raked them along the muscles of his back. He increased the intensity of his assault on her neck, sucking so hard that she'd definitely have a mark the next day. Instead of her usual quiet pleas that he be careful, Rachel responded by instinctively gripping Finn's back and pulling his large body closer to hers (not that he could really move since he was already flush on top of her).

She felt Finn smile against her neck, clearly pleased with her response to his actions. As he dragged his tongue across her collarbone and settled his mouth on the other side of her throat, his hands crept further up her midsection.

Rachel could swear she was about to burn from the inside out. It was a cool late-summer evening so the air conditioner was off, but their activities had definitely caused the temperature to rise. She needed to do something in response to the literal heat as well as her growing arousal.

Despite her nervousness at crossing such a threshold of intimacy, Rachel took the lead once again. She guided Finn off of her until he was sitting up on the couch, promptly sitting astride his lap. Smiling at her with a look of adoration in his eyes, Finn sank a hand into her hair, just below the slightly tousled ponytail, and pulled her face towards his to resume their frenetic kisses.

Rachel only indulged him briefly before she gathered the material at the hem of his polo shirt and dragged it up over his chest, forcing them to break the kiss when the garment passed over his neck and head. Finn gazed confidently at her once his upper body was exposed. He'd gotten a lot better about his body image over the past year, and Rachel had obviously seen him shirtless before. Plus, the tent in his pants indicated that he was eager to take some of her clothes off instead of worrying about his own exposure.

To that effect, his hands played at her lower back, stroking a small patch of skin at the top of her leggings before tentatively grasping the bottom of her blouse. She nodded her approval, ready to share the new experience with him, and he whisked the shirt over her head in one quick motion. Doing so caused most of her dark, wavy locks to fall out of the small ponytail holder and splay down in front of her now-bare shoulders. She instinctively reached up to gather it back together with one hand, stretching the elastic hair-tie with the other so she could re-secure it.

"Don't." Finn reached up amidst his quiet protest, lacing his fingers into the waves in front of her left shoulder. "It looks sexy like that," he added huskily.

Rachel felt herself blushing, her skin growing warmer despite having shed some of her clothing. Finn continued stroking her hair, gradually moving the strands until they were all tossed behind her shoulders and cascading down her exposed back.

His gaze then skimmed along her upper body and he licked his lips... and Rachel thought she heard a groan escape from low in his throat. She blinked rapidly, not quite believing that she could elicit such a reaction from Finn just by taking off her shirt. In the meantime, he rested one hand on her hip while the other trailed tentatively up her stomach before settling between her bra-clad breasts, gently caressing the exposed skin.

Rachel whimpered at Finn's touch, both the literal contact and the growing sensation of joy in her heart that resulted from sharing this new experience with him.

Abruptly, surprising herself as well as her boyfriend, Rachel pushed his hand away, placing it at her waist. He looked worried, but the expression faded to amazement when she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. The cups hung loosely off her chest, and she slowly allowed the straps to slide down her slender arms until the undergarment was completely discarded.

Finn's mouth formed an "O" shape as he saw her naked breasts for the first time.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed, shamelessly displaying a glazed-over expression. He shifted a little beneath her, his right hand squarely gripping the left side of her butt while his left hand lightly rubbed the center of her lower back.

Rachel was somewhat perplexed that he didn't try touching her exposed chest immediately. She couldn't tell if he was still simply drinking in the sight of her half-naked form or awaiting some form of permission.

"You know you can touch them if you want to," she said after a moment, a coy smile playing at her lips.

"I want to." Finn responded, but still didn't move, continuing to stare.

In light of his lack of movement, Rachel snaked her right hand behind her, slipping it in between her back and Finn's left hand. Once it was appropriately positioned, she threaded her fingers between his so that their hands were locked.

She too took a moment to appreciate the intensity of the scenario: the matching sheen of sweat glazing both of their naked torsos, the look of pure adoration on Finn's face, the feeling of his long fingers intertwined with her smaller ones, and the increasing evidence of his arousal beneath her.

She needed him to touch her.

After what felt like ages, she guided his hand around to her stomach, laying it across the center of her ribcage. She settled her own hands on each of his shoulders.

Licking his lips again, Finn slid his enormous hand up her chest as he before. This time, though, he avoided the center and veered to one side, cupping one of her globes with the most delicate of touches.

"Mmm..." Rachel moaned as he gradually applied more pressure, simultaneously kneading her breast and pinching the nipple with one hand while the other hand gripped her hip tightly. All the while he gazed at her with a look so hot she thought it might literally burn her skin.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" Finn asked in a whisper, their eyes still locked in a heated stare.

Rachel's heart pounded in her chest.

"Yes."

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