Okay, this was totally unplanned and written very quickly, so excuse any mistakes. This fic is basically just going to be a collection of Finchel drabbles, all of which will probably also be posted on my tumblr (ab-normality). The lyrics in the summary are from Owl City's 'To the Sky'. I wanted it to be the title, but it's too long.
If you want to give me a prompt, feel free to PM me :)
This drabble comes from an image on the finchelphotoprompts tumblr. Go and check it out!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, that's why I have to write fanfic.
It's the middle of July when Rachel finds out she's pregnant. The second they get home from the ob/gyn, she's pulling out her brand new 'baby planning' scrapbook and rifling through catalogues, paint cards scattered all over the living room floor in front of her. A week later, and she and Finn are preparing to turn their spare bedroom into Baby Hudson's very own paradise.
The only problem is, they can't actually get started yet because Rachel's still trying to find an outfit that she doesn't mind getting paint on. She threw out half her old clothes when they moved to New York and, as such, can't find a single item of clothing which she can possibly risk being anywhere near the decorating area in.
"Wear it."
Finn appears at the doorframe in his old, fraying jeans and t-shirt. In his hands is one of his work shirts and he's holding it out towards her, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Finn, don't be silly, I can't wear one of your work shirts to paint in."
"Yes you can. It's an old one, and I'm sure it'll look much better than you than it does on me. It's not like you have anything else to wear, so unless you wanna paint our baby's room stark naked…"
He trails off, raising his eyebrows at her suggestively and she sighs, shutting the wardrobe door and accepting the shirt from his outstretched hands. As she does so, she leans up to press a soft kiss against his lips, smiling against them.
"Let's go paint our baby's room."
The apartment's stifling in the humid summer weather, and they've taken most of their clothes off before they've even finished painting the first coat on the second wall. Which means Finn's getting increasingly distracted by his wife, who is wearing the tiniest pair of panties ever, her gorgeous, tan legs extending out from underneath his shirt. The shirt's loose around her torso and every time she bends over to dip the brush in the paint, he gets a flash of her boobs, which is doing nothing to help the situation. He's caught her glancing at him in that way every now and then, subtly licking her lips while her eyes rake over his toned, naked chest, so he's knows he's not the only one getting a little off track.
The minute they finish the wall, he instantly takes one long stride towards her, taking her paintbrush and wrapping his arm firmly around her, rubbing his large hand up and down her back as he kisses her forcefully.
His hand creeps down towards her butt, but she pulls back, her eyes sparkling and her lips swollen.
"Finn."
"What?"
She gives him a look.
"We need to get this decorating done."
He chuckles, refusing to relinquish his grasp on her waist and pecking her lips lightly.
"You do know the baby's not gonna be here for another eight months, right?"
She rolls her eyes, but she's grinning. Even so, she's still trying to wriggle away from him, so he flicks his wrist, painting a long, yellow stripe down the side of her thigh.
"Finn!" she giggles, swatting at his arm.
"Nu-uh, baby," he smirks, bringing the brush up towards her face.
"Don't you dare," she warns him, but her eyes are still shining and she's practically glowing and he presses the brush to her nose, dabbing yellow paint there.
Rachel shrieks, trying to get away and, when she can't break free from his grasp, resorts to rubbing her nose up and down his face as she presses kisses to his skin, covering him in spots of yellow.
Before they know it, they're both covered in streaks of paint, laughing hysterically and lying down on the newspaper strewn all over the floor.
Finn reaches out an arm and pulls Rachel so she's lying on top of him, pressing his mouth to hers and flicking his tongue against her teeth.
She moans, and he tugs at the shirt collar until the buttons fly off as he rips it open and throws it across the room. Their kisses are hot and heavy as she reaches for his jeans to pull them down.
Just as he reaches for her, she suddenly gasps, sitting up on top of him, looking scandalised.
"Oh my God, we can't have sex in our child's bedroom!"
He bursts out laughing at the horrified expression on her face, and she pouts at him.
He sits up so she's on his lap, pecking her slight frown away.
"Tell you what, babe, why don't we get this paint off us in the shower?"
Rachel's eyes grow dark again at his request and she kisses him hotly before jumping up and rushing out of the room to the bathroom, swaying her hips tantalisingly.
Finn just smirks to himself and gets up to follow her, eyes glued to the yellow handprints placed perfectly on her butt.
Thank you for reading! :) I hope to post more soon! As always, reviews are more than welcome. ;)
