A/N: So I was rather inspired by Rachel's little crush tonight. And also by the AMAZING song "Be Be Your Love" by Rachel Yamagata. I don't necessarily know what to call this, since it's too short to be an actual oneshot and too long to be a drabble. Maybe it's a triple drabble. This is not one of my favorite works, but it was just itching to get out of my head.
Enjoy! -bc
We were in bed. My bed. I was on my stomach with my face buried in a pillow. He was pressed against me, just barely, to where the hairs below his navel tickled my side. His fingers were lightly tracing my backside, down my spine, around my shoulder blades. It was nice.
It was nice because I had never felt this way before. Not even towards Finn. Or Puck.
We never actually had sex. I don't think he could bring himself to cross that barrier. I don't know why, since we've explored every millimeter of each other bodies with more than just our hands. I was his, I even smelled like him.
"Will," I say, turning on my side to face him, "what do you think of me?"
That was the first time I had ever called him Will. It didn't even feel strange.
He began tracing his tongue across my collarbone, up my neck, and traveled his way to my ear. "You are unreal," he whispers, "you are beautiful."
I sigh into his lips when he presses them against mine. He made me feel like I was his only girl. But I knew I wasn't. There was his wife. And Miss Pillsbury.
Right now, however, I am his only girl.
"We should go away," I blurt out when he pulls his lips away from mine.
"Rachel," he sighs, "the other kids already suspect something. We can't."
Of course. What was I thinking? Being selfish as usual. We are only able to meet in the middle of the night, when his wife is sound asleep. My dads haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary. Their bedroom is across the house anyways, and we try to keep quiet.
Eventually, I fall asleep. His arms are wrapped around me. I feel safe. Shortly afterwards, I think, he pushes my body away gently. I was never a light sleeper, but I'm a great faker. I hear him shuffle around, zip up his jeans, grab his car keys. He leaves me a long kiss on the forehead before he's out of the window.
He'll never stop walking away.