I started this story with completely different intentions from where it ended up. I guess you can say my creativity took hold of me. This could just be a drabble or it could be developed into something more. Whatever it may be, I had fun writing it. :) Please review. Enjoy!
He's just popped open a beer and sat down to watch the game when he hears her scream.
"FINN!"
He jumps, completely startled and throws his beer at the coffee table, mindless of where it lands and runs toward the bedroom.
"What!?" He pants in the doorway. "What's the matter?"
She's standing on the bed, huddled against the wall. "It's over there!" She says, pointing across the room.
"What is, Rach?" He asks, following her line of vision to the far corner of the room. He lets out a sigh of relief when he spots what she's referring to. "You mean to tell me that Miss 'Save the Animals' is afraid of an itty-bitty spider?" He asks, grabbing a shoe from their closet and walking over to the corner, poised for the kill.
"WAIT!" She yells, stopping him mid swing. "Don't kill it!" She pleads, pouting her lip and batting her eyes in that sexy way she knows will make him do whatever she asks. He rolls his eyes, but smirks when he turns his back to her. She has him wrapped around her ring finger and he wouldn't have it any other way.
"I guess it's your lucky day, little guy. The wife demands you live to see another day," he mutters, cornering the spider with a shoe box and walking it over to the window sill.
"There," he says, shaking the spider out of the box and onto the ledge. He turns away from the window and toward the bed with a tortured look on his face, extending his arms out towards her, gesturing for her to come closer. "Now because of you, some poor fly children will be devastated that daddy didn't make it home for dinner because he got eaten by a spider."
She walks across the bed to where he's leaning against it, her delicious hot fudge eyes sparkling in the daylight. She runs her hands through his short, soft hair and studies the beauty of his face, mentally playing connect-the-dots with his freckles. She laughs as he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "And what if you had killed that spider? What about his children?"
He opens his mouth to protest and she knows what he's going to say. "That's the circle of life, Finn."
"That's easy for you to say, Rach. There are already too many spider deaths on account of these hands," he counters, frowning and rubbing his hands up her bare legs and stopping to rest on her panty-clad firm butt, giving it a squeeze. He loves her butt, he really does. It just fits so perfectly in his hands. But he loves her in only his T-shirts even more.
She bends over, pulling his face up towards hers and ghosting her lips across his neck. "You know what I think?" She whispers, sucking on his neck before running her tongue along it towards his ear.
"What?" He pants, feeling all of his blood rush south to the growing bulge in his boxers. He tightens his grip on her butt.
She taunts him, nibbling on his ear and breathing heavily into it before switching sides and attacking his other ear.
"Rach," he pleads, feeling her smirk into his skin as she runs her hands under his shirt, clawing at his chest.
A charged moment passes between them before she's unable to contain herself anymore and yells, "Hakuna Matata!" before bursting into laughter and trying to wiggle free from his grip.
He laughs along with her, shaking his head. "Did you just quote 'The Lion King,' Rachel Berry-Hudson!?" He accuses, wrapping her legs around his waist, throwing her down onto the bed and climbing on top of her.
"It's a classic! Plus, it's on Broadway!" She yells, squirming and giggling underneath him as he tickles every inch of her he can reach.
He looks her straight in the eyes, narrowing his accusingly as he grabs her arms, placing them above her head to hold her still underneath him. "This was a set-up, wasn't it? You lured me in here just so you could have your way with me, didn't you?"
She smiles a huge, satisfied grin. "Did it work?" She asks.
He presses his lips together in contemplation and looks away from her in thoughtful silence.
With her arms still held hostage, she wraps her legs around his butt, pulling their centers together forcefully in an attempt to gain back his attention. "Finn!"
He sends her a lop-sided grin before moving his hands into her hair and attacking her lips with his, reveling in her taste. She tugs at his shirt and he separates from her long enough for her to peel it from his body. She claws at his back as their lips continue to dance ferociously, longingly, before she takes his bottom lip between hers and sucks on it, releasing it with an audible pop.
A sense of boldness rushes through her and she pushes him off of her, rolling them so that she's sitting on top of him, his growing boner pushing firmly into her wet, heated core through their thin layer of clothes. Her eyes locked on his, she removes his T-shirt from her body in one swift motion, her hair bouncing down onto her shoulders and around her face.
"You're so beautiful," he mumbles from beneath her, drinking in her almost naked body as it glistens in the daylight and running his hands along her soft skin in route towards her supple breasts. She closes her eyes as his hands reach their destination, massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples into hard peaks. Sitting up on his elbows, he pulls her closer so that his mouth can explore her body further, licking and sucking on every inch of her breasts.
A moan slips from her lips as she runs a hand through his hair, pulling his head against her and encouraging him further. Leaving a trail of wet, open mouth kisses, he makes his way back up to her lips as his hands travel south to her panties, slipping inside them and squeezing her butt again. He groans as she grinds her hips against his with urgency.
Knowing exactly what she wants, he pulls her closer, rolling them over again and hovering above her. He places sweet kisses all over her face before venturing down her body, planting more kisses as he goes. She's panting and wriggling underneath him as he ever so slowly removes her panties, tossing them behind him.
She sits up just enough to hook her fingers into his boxers and tug them down and off of him. "Make love to me, Finn," she whispers, begging him to take her.
She gasps as he slips inside of her easily, filling her body, mind and soul. She thinks they were made for each other, that he was created solely for her and her for him – lock and key in its simplest form. It sounds cliché, she knows, but she doesn't care. She knows that each key is chiseled precisely to work only with its matching counterpart. And though several keys may fit into a lock - one, and only one - can open it.
Rachel digs her nails into his back, sighing as she pulls him further inside of her. His lips crash against hers again, gentle and sweeter this time. Finn slides his cheek along hers and whispers in her ear, "I love you," before pulling out of her and pushing back in.
She doesn't say it back – she doesn't have to. The look in her eyes as he enters her again gives her away, speaking without words.
They pant and moan in unison, their breathing and movements becoming more lustful and urgent. They stay like this, with him moving on top of her, his neck nestled near her collarbone, reveling in the intimate contact this position offers them, allowing every inch of their skin to remain in contact as every nerve in their bodies ignite.
He doesn't reach his hand between them to push her over the edge this time – he doesn't have to. The passion in the air engulfs them, rushing their release and accompanying them both into satisfied bliss, together.
-oooooooooooooooooo-
"Do we really have to go to this Rico Suave thing?" He whines, fidgeting with his collar, trying to loosen it.
"It's a soirée," she corrects him. "We promised Kurt we'd support him tonight. You know how much this means to him," she answers from inside the bathroom. "And stop fussing with your collar."
He drops his hands to his sides and stalks away from the mirror, despondently. He's swears she has x-ray vision. It's not the first time she's caught him doing something while in another room.
"I know. I just… I love Kurt but I don't like these people. They're total snobs. All they care about is what you're wearing." Looking down at his black suit, he picks off a speck of dust. "I don't exactly have the best track record with fashion. I can't take my eyes off of Kurt for one second when he's here because he keeps threatening to "burn my wardrobe". And he's serious, Rach." He sighs and collapses onto the couch. "I like my plaid shirts," he mumbles.
After a minute, she steps out of the bathroom, her heels clacking against the wooden floors, stealing his attention. His breath hitches.
"How do I look?"
He stands, taking a moment to drink her in. He wonders how it's possible for her to become more beautiful each passing day.
"You look stunning," he smiles, grabbing her hands and pulling her in for a kiss. "I love you in red." He glances down at her shoes. "I'd love you in just those red heels later tonight though," he adds with a wink.
She smiles, her eyes sparkling. "We'll see. And I love your plaid shirts too, but you look so handsome in a suit." She runs her hand along the scruff on his jaw line. "Tonight, you're Rico Suave."
-ooooooooooooooo-
The party is in full swing by the time they get there. It's the epitome of a modern Manhattan gathering, set in what is most likely an art gallery by day. Champagne is flowing, chitchat is exchanged and clothes are ogled. Rachel's incredibly grateful Kurt was able to lend her a dress from the Vogue "couture vault" for tonight's engagement. It's quite the celebration for Kurt's first published column in Vogue magazine and he made it quite clear that everything she owns would constitute as "under-dressed".
After Kurt's speech, she's deep in conversation with some of Kurt's co-workers about the 'do's and don'ts' of colored stockings when she spots Finn returning from the bathroom. She smiles as he stops to study the giant cardboard cut-out of this week's Vogue magazine cover. He leans in closer to read some of the finer print and she bites her lip, discreetly checking out his butt in that perfectly fitted suit. She'll have to thank Kurt for his handiwork later – the man is an artist when it comes to clothes.
Sometimes she can't help but wonder how she got so lucky - why he chose to love the obsessive theater geek over the pretty, popular girls. She tries not to think about what her life would be like sans Finn because she's pretty sure she'd die without him. He's a part of her now; the key to her lock, a piece to her puzzle, the blood flowing through in her veins.
She watches Finn lean too close to the cutout, knocking into it. It falters on the stand before he grabs it, righting it in place. She giggles as he glances around frantically in embarrassment, clearly hoping no one noticed.
She's about to cut this petty stocking conversation short to save a flailing Finn when a tall, leggy blonde beats her to it. Legs approaches him with a smile and a handshake and together they laugh over something funny he says. Rachel sips her drink as she eyes their every move closely, blurring out the conversation around her. She trusts Finn, she really does. It's everyone else she doesn't trust. Rachel's suspicions are confirmed when Miss Legs runs her hand ever so slowly across Finn's back as they converse.
"Excuse me," Rachel mutters to no one in particular, pushing through Kurt's Vogue co-workers and heading in Finn's direction as he uncomfortably fidgets in place to remove Leg's hand from his body.
Rachel marches up to them, running her hand along his back to get his attention. "Hey babe," she says smiling at him. She turns her attention towards Legs. "Will you excuse us?" She asks, grabbing Finn's arm and dragging him away.
"What was that about, Rach? We were just talking," he retorts from behind her, his arm still locked between her fingers.
"Come on, we're leaving," she answers, dragging him through the doors and outside towards a cab.
"But… Kurt…"
"We came, we saw, we conquered. I'll text him. He'll be fine." She keeps her hand gripped tightly on his arm the entire cab ride back, in silence. He hasn't said anything either. To be honest, he's kind of scared of her right now.
They barely make it through the door before she slams it shut behind them and shoves him against it, using his tie to pull him down towards her and attacking him with her lips, ferociously. He manages to slip in a word between her advancements. "W- What?" He mumbles, confused.
Rachel pulls away from him far enough to look him in the eyes. "You're mine," she growls, grabbing at his jacket and ripping it off of him. He pants and throws his head back against the wall as she claws at the rest of his clothes, bypassing his tie and removing his shirt and pants, licking and biting every inch of skin accessible. When he's down to his boxers, he bends over, grabbing her by the butt and pulling her up against him. She wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her over to the couch, sitting down with her in his lap. Finn sucks on her neck as his hands toy with the zipper of her dress, yanking it down and sliding the dress up and over her head.
He slides his hands into her hair and roughly pulls her lips to his. She's still wearing her bra and slip so he slides the straps down, pooling them at her waist, not willing to waste any time by taking them off. He kisses down her neck and to her chest, taking a breast into his mouth while massaging the other.
"Uhh, Finn," She moans, wriggling on top of him. "I want you so bad right now." She slips her fingers into the sides of his boxers pulling them down. He takes the hint, lifting them up enough to slide his boxers off, springing his boner free.
Rachel places a finger under his chin, drawing his eyes to hers as she moves her panties to the side and lines his tip with her entrance. "Mine," she demands, leaning forward and joining their mouths together as she slides herself onto him.
She remains in control, setting the pace, sliding him in and out of her at her own speed as he squeezes and kisses every part of her he pleases. Her hands make their way up his neck and into his hair, yanking on it.
"Rach.." He utters through his panting.
She leans in towards his ear, dragging her tongue across it. "I'm so close," she whispers.
He slips his hand between them this time as their lips and tongues crash together urgently. He knows exactly where to rub his fingers to send her over the edge. She cries out almost immediately, her muscles clenching around him, milking his release.
They stay in this position, catching their breaths, her head resting on his rising chest.
"Damn, babe. You're hot when you're jealous," he chuckles. "We're gonna have to go to Kurt's Suaves more often."
She laughs, snaking her arms around him. Sometimes, his cluelessness can drive her crazy. Other times, it's simply adorable.