A/N: This is my first fic. Ever. So please bear with me and let me know if you want the story to continue. I just intend it to be lighthearted and fluffy; God knows this fandom needs it right now. And don't be afraid to leave any critiques or criticisms- I'm still learning and any advice would be nice :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Finchel. Obviously.
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Finn got out of the lake, his body covered in goose bumps and specks of dirt. He shook his head dry, little droplets of water flying in every direction but that of Rachel's. Apparently even the water droplets were afraid of Rachel's wrath if her new novel happened to get wet. He looked at his girlfriend, sitting upright on his towel, the late evening sun leaving a halo around her glistening hair. She was biting her lip, deep in concentration, her long legs spread out in front of her.

He watched her for a few minutes, not wanting to disturb this picture of beauty, but the cool breeze was hitting his damp skin and he was getting kind of cold.

"Baby? Can I have my towel, please?"

"Mm?" She looked up at him and shook her head distractedly before realizing what he was asking. "Oh! Yeah! Sorry, baby!"

She stood and picked the towel up from under her, and Finn admired her, well, assets in that little yellow bikini as she bent down. She turned back around and, damn, he was caught. He looked away sheepishly as she quirked an eyebrow.

"C'mere, baby, you've got some dirt on you. Let me wipe your body down," she said huskily, sauntering towards him. He looked up, surprised she wasn't angry for personifying her, and immediately got excited at the possibilities. She stopped right in front of him and began seductively rubbing his chest with the towel, making her way around to his back. He began to grin to himself, mentally thanking the little particles of grime for finding their place on his body. Suddenly, he felt the loss of contact, and before he could turn around to see why she had stopped, Rachel wound the towel up and snapped it at his butt before throwing it over his head and returning to her spot in the sunshine.

Shock filled his face before a sheepish smile replaced it. Looking down at her, he grinned. "Fine, I guess I might have deserved that."

"You bet you did. Give me the once-over one more time, Finn Hudson, and see what happens." She gave him a threatening look, but failed to mask the playfulness in her eyes. She would never admit it, but she actually found it flattering to be checked out by him. She's never felt sexy before him, and she likes that he enjoys looking at her.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry," Finn apologized. "You know I love you for your brains and your talent and your personality, and not at all for your body." Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow, smiling to himself as he anticipated her reaction.

Her head snapped up. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying I don't have an attractive body? I'm sorry, Finn, that I don't have silicone-filled breasts, or that my Jewish heritage decided to make itself very clear on my face, but I eat healthy, and I maintain a proper exercise regimen, and if that isn't enough for you, then-" Finn put an end to a potentially lengthy rant by lifting her up and pressing his lips gently to hers. She squirmed around a little, but finally gave into the kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Rach, baby, you know I'm just teasing. You've gotta know I think you're smokin' hot. I mean, you catch me staring at your boobs enough, so I woulda thought you'd have figured out by now that you are one sexy lady."

A smile stretched slowly across her face as she felt the slightest movement from below. Oh, she knew, she thought to herself. Even if she hadn't before, Finn's body was making it pretty clear to her right now.

He saw that she was trying to hold in a laugh, and realized his excitement at their current position was becoming noticeable. Blushing, he put her down and reached for his t-shirt.

"Um.. yeah, sorry about that. I still get kinda excited about, like, everything, and you were just, like, right up against it, and.." He trailed off as his face flushed even more, and he pulled the shirt over his head, tugging at the bottom, trying to cover his arousal.

"It's okay, Finn. It's a perfectly natural thing. Besides, I know it's just because you think I'm so sexy." She turned around and walked away, hips swinging. She strategically stopped at the picnic basket in his line of view and bent at the waist, fiddling with some plastic dinnerware. She stood like that, with her bottom in the air, for a minute or two before standing up and turning around to face Finn. It was only then that he realized he'd been staring with his mouth open. She smirked at him and finished packing up the rest of their things before heading to the road they parked on, bending over or bouncing up and down every chance she got.

Finn watched her the entire time, entranced, before groaning and starting his walk towards the car, mumbling under his breath all the while.

"She is so gonna be the death of me one of these days."