Hey guys! This is just a one shot chapter fanfic of Pearl Harbor! This is the first one shot, where Finn has already been home for a couple of days. This won't be updated that much due to the stress of school, and being on the school newspaper and my new job! Hope this will satisfy you until the next update!
She watches him as he puts the dishes away, her eyes scanning his newly chiseled arms and chest. His appearance has changed since she last him a year ago, and if anything she seems to be more attracted to his muscular body. His hands scrub at the plates and cups after a beautiful dinner she's been dreaming of for months, the wedding ring she recently rested on his finger still in place.
It's been a couple of days since he's returned from England, his skin still covered in healing scars and cuts. A couple of days since they've been declared husband and wife, committed by a band of love and trust. A couple of days full of bliss and absorbing love, the happiest she's been in one year.
Finn notices her gazing, and he wipes his hands dry on the towel beside him, turning towards her with a smile. He doesn't say anything but she knows him so well she can understand what he's thinking. His eyes are burning with awe, and she pushes herself off the chair, walking towards him.
Rachel presses her body flush against his, his back squeezed between her and the kitchen counter. His smile disappears as he stares down at her, and theres this glint of absolute passion in his eyes as he cradles her face in his hands. Thumbs glide along the span of her cheeks, and she wraps her arms around his waist in an attempt to be even closer to him.
"This," he whispers, his voice the only sound in the small apartment they've just moved to, "this feeling, of touching you again, of seeing you smile and making you laugh is the only thing that got me through that war." His forehead pinches into frustration then, as if the thought is too much to think. "It was the hardest thing, you know, leaving you. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do."
Rachel stretches on her tiptoes, tilting her head so her forehead is leaning against his. Their eyes both close, and they just hold each other, breathing in the realization that nothing will ever separate them again. Love and security overwhelm her as she rests in his embrace, and God, if he didn't come home, she doesn't think she'd be able to live again.
She opens her eyes to find his gazing down at her. "I will never give up on you," she tells him forcefully, "you better remember that. Not a single day will go by where I regret anything about us. About you. All that matters is that you're here now." She presses her lips softly against his, a small peck not enough to satisfy either of them. "You and me," she whispers, her lips grazing his at each word, "forever."
He kisses her then, hands cupping her face as he bends down to reattach their mouths. A small sigh of pleasure escapes her, and she wraps her arms securely around his neck, pulling him down. His neck cranes to get the right angle, and his hands trail down her body, rounding around her bottom. He picks her up effortlessly, turning their joined bodies to sit her on the kitchen counter. He stands between her parted legs, his member pressing against her stomach in want.
"Forever," he echoes, his hands already working on the buttons of her dress.
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