"They'll have to airbrush this when I'm on the cover of a magazine, you know." She said, nonchalantly, on Sunday morning.
He looked up at her to see her turned to him, her hands spanning the length of her waist. She was standing in front of the mirror in their bathroom in boy shorts and a shiny, grey pushup bra, and he thought she was the sexiest woman alive. "And why, exactly, will they have to do that?" he asked, his head tilting to one side.
"Because, Finn, they just will," she replied rolling her eyes and pinning her hair up into a dark, messy bun.
"Oh yeah? And what else will they have to airbrush?" He hated that she still had insecurities about herself, even at 23.
"Hmm," she thought to herself and turned back to the mirror to meticulously analyze every part of her body, "well I guess they can't do my nose because that would be quite obvious. But they'll certainly thin out my face," she said turning her upper half to look at her back, "and my thighs."
He growled under his breath, she knew he loved everything, literally everything, about her legs. He moved behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her torso, before they stared at each other in the mirror and he said, "You think so?" He dipped his lips to kiss her exposed neck, smiling when he felt her body erupt in goose-bumps.
"Mmmhmm," she hummed, tilting her neck to give him better access to her pulse points, "Don't you?" she gasped when he nipped her neck and swirled his tongue over her skin to sooth the bite.
He worked his way up her neck, pausing at her ear to breathe the single word, "No." When her eyes fluttered open he smiled and deliberately nudged the back of her knee with his, causing her to lose her balance. Before she fell to the ground he lifted her into his arms and chuckled, "Baby, do you think they can airbrush your weak knees?"
"Ha ha ha, very funny. Finn Hudson!" She slapped a hand against his chest, "Put me down!"
"Nope. You don't really want me to anyway, do you?" He grinned when she huffed but still wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Well where are you taking me, anyway?" She wondered out loud.
"Our bedroom," her eyebrows arched and he smiled walking through the kitchen in their one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn, "I have something I need to show you."
"What's that?" she asked as he walked them through the threshold into their room. The walls were a deep purple, Finn let her do all the decorating. She had enlisted the help of his step-brother, and he knew she wanted to have something to share with Kurt that was all their own. He didn't complain really, because even if the color was girly it made her happy and he didn't have to help her look at swatches and paint chips for months. On the plus side, Rachel swore the color purple brought out passion between people and he wanted her to have all the passion in the world in that room.
"You'll see." He told her, laying her down on their bed. Their queen sized mattress was covered by a soft, white down duvet which enveloped Rachel. Finn remembered wanting a king sized mattress but Rachel fought him on it. He never could figure out why until one day she finally told him: because if we sleep on the edges of the bed there would be too much space between us, I hate sleeping far away from you. He obviously caved and went out that day to buy the queen sized bed, hell he would have settled for a twin if he wasn't so tall, but he always made sure to pull her into the middle of the bed before falling asleep each night.
He climbed onto the bed hovering over her and pushed a small lock of hair that had fallen free from her bun out of her face, "I love you, you know."
She didn't hesitate, "I love you too, so much. But, you're not showing me anything yet." She grinned, thinking she had him all figured out, so she was surprised and a little disappointed when he began talking to her instead of kissing her.
"Well, first off I'm sorry I made fun of your knees," he slid his hand underneath and hiked her leg up, meeting her knee with his lips, "I really do think they're incredibly sexy," he stretched her leg and began kissing the back of the knee causing her to let a sharp gasp slip. "And truly, it's not your fault that they're a little weak around me, they always have been," he murmured against the sensitive skin he found.
"You're so funny," she sighed.
"Well, you're so beautiful," he smiled up at her, lowering her leg back down to the bed.
He desperately wanted to kiss her, but decided it was better to wait till he finished what he'd started.
"Second, I love your waist, and any person who thinks it should be airbrushed obviously is blind," his hands trailed the lines of her waist and slid beneath to press against her back. He kissed her stomach right above her belly button, and let his hands move back to grip her sides, making circles against her skin with his thumbs.
"And they especially haven't watched you put up your hair, because when your arms reach above your head, like this," he used one hand to move her arms, "your whole torso practically doubles in length." He kissed his way up one side of her, taking his time and losing himself in the giggle that escaped her lips.
He worked his way down her other side arriving at her left thigh where he sighed. "You, and probably everyone else in the world, know how much I love your legs, Rach."
Her breath hitched as her hiked her leg up to him again, he began to kiss his way up the inner, softer part of her thigh, and she let her head fall back while she held herself up on her elbows. "You know, actually, as I'm inspecting your thighs I can tell you they are completely, absolutely, perfect, and I wouldn't change a single thing about them." He mumbled against her, sending chills up her spine. He stopped his torture against her at the base of her boy shorts, eliciting an intense glare from her chocolate brown eyes.
He smiled innocently at her but decided to tease her, so he brought his lips up to hers and stared into her eyes for a few moments and then moved, swiftly, back to her ear. "And, anyone who tries to change your perfect face is looking to get theirs rearranged by me," he whispered. "Because, I love your cheeks, and your jaw," he lightly ran a finger along each part he described and trailed his touch with kisses, "and I especially love your lips." He traced them with his thumb staring at her, before lightly touching his to hers and pulling back.
"So, as you can see," he continued, "I really do have a strong opinion about this. I don't think you think it, Rach, but you're perfect in every way, to me." He smiled as she pulled him down to her. She kissed him until both of their lungs were about to collapse from a lack of oxygen.
"I love you, more than anything else in this world, Finn Hudson." She whispered against his chest and sighed feeling his arms wrap around her, "Can we skip brunch with Kurt today, and just stay in bed all day?"
"If you want to," he grinned and grabbed his phone off the bedside table, "I'll tell him we'll go to that theater show with him on Thursday and he won't care that we're bailing."