He wasn't quite sure how it had happened. One minute he was watching his slightly-unhinged girlfriend pace around her room, the next, it was like he was in her head. He knew what she was thinking.
And so he ran with it.
He talked about Grease (pretty awesome, but he thought Rachel kinda looked hotter in the cat suit) and Grease 2 (though he kinda slept through it) and then he just … he knew.
The songs were bad! And that's what he and Rachel needed to do to help Sam win. Be bad. Be really, really bad. But not just bad. Offensive.
So he told her so.
And. She. Jumped. Him.
She was on top of him. On her bed. And the door was closed.
He grinned to himself as he felt her lips latch onto his. Kissing Rachel was, like, one of the coolest things ever. Sure, he knew that already. He knew it back before he was allowed to know it. And he didn't know it when he was. And then he wanted to know it when he couldn't know it again. And then he knew it at just the right time, though he figured she knew it too because she did it to him this time not the other way around even though the second time it was her too. But he was thinking about it anyway so it was kinda both of them.
Wait.
What was he thinking about again?
Her lips moved down to his neck and he moaned.
Oh yeah. Kissing Rachel.
He liked doing that a lot.
When she wiggled a little bit (she was always doing that) he had to move his hands to her hips.
And then he remembered. He doesn't have to keep his hands on her hips anymore. She gave him a limited access pass to her boobs. Kinda like Nascar Pit Passes without being able to go into the garage.
Man did he want to get into Rachel's garage.
Anyway.
He slowly slid his hands up her sides until he was slightly grazing her boobs. When she let out a little moan, he grinned and moved a hand to gently cup her chin and bring her mouth back to hers.
She moaned again. And she wiggled again.
The wiggling was going to start to be problematic very soon.
He decided a counter-attack would be the best course of action. (So he started paying attention in history. They were talking about wars, which was kinda cool. He wondered if he would ever be able to fight in a war. He figured Rachel probably wouldn't be cool with him fighting though. But he bed she'd like the uniform.)
Anyway.
He slowly moved the hand that wasn't now running through her hair (having left her chin) to fully cup her boob in his hand.
And she moaned again. Really, really loudly.
He was totally working his way to a full-on garage pass.
And then she kinda did this arch-y, wiggly thing and pushed her boob into his hand even more.
Jackpot!
They made out a while longer (like, a good twenty minutes) before Finn heard a car door slam and Rachel was jumping off of him like he was on fire.
And not in the cool way that he actually felt right then.
"Finn!" she hissed as she ran her hands over her clothes. "Straighten yourself out! If my fathers see you like that they'll kill you."
He smirked. "As long as I can be born again so we can…" he trailed off. "Rach."
"What?" she asked as she darted towards him to tug his shirt back into place.
"Babe, I think I know what song we can sing," he said with a wicked grin.
She stared at him for a moment before a slow grin formed across her face. "Finn, how do you feel about … costumes?"
His eyes widened.
His girlfriend was totally awesome.
And he totally grabbed her whole boob.
It was, like, the best night ever.
-xo-
Dedicated to all the ladies on Skype tonight who were more than helpful and so encouraging!
Thanks, ladies!
