Title: Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Finn & Rachel

Disclaimer: Nope, still not my characters. They belong to Glee and Fox and all that jazz.

Summary: Faced with having to spend their college years far away from each other, Rachel decides to take a very special memento of Finn with her. Only – getting it might not be so easy. And trouble might not be far, once Finn finds out.

Her head had been resting on his bare chest, not bothered at all by the sheen of sweat that covered his skin – in fact, her hand was slowly tracing the fine beads of sweat along shallow hills and valleys of his muscular chest. His hand was covering the back of her head, his index finger drawing lazy circles onto her scalp, idly twining and playing with her damp curls.

Finn loved just lying there, basking in post-coital bliss, and the fact that she was just draped over him like this without a worry, without a need to put any of her current feelings into so many words, made such moments even more special to him. Of course, the fact that one of her hands was currently wrapped around his dick – still erect in spite of his exhaustion and their recent activities – wasn't something to neglect, but that was just a really kinky added bonus.

If it had been up to him he could've lain there for forever doing absolutely nothing. Silent. Content. His heart full to the point of overflowing. Her head resting over his heart, listening to its slowing beat as their bodies adjusted and came off that giddy high of reaching their climax together. It didn't happen every time, but when it did…? It was some sort of higher state of being. And he was pretty sure she felt the same way even if they'd never talked about it.

So he'd just been glorying in that sensation when he felt her fingers change direction and the soft brushes of nail against skin traced a direct line from his chest down to his belly and then hopped over to the tip of his dick – still erect in spite of their recent activities and the exhaustion he felt creeping into his bones. He drew in a long and shaky breath as her thumb swirled once around the tip before all fingers began a slow descent down its length. The resulting shiver that ran through him made him almost overhear her.

"Did you ever measure it?"

He wasn't sure if he'd heard her correctly. Her voice was more sing-song than usual, making his heart speed up with that weird flutter that he only got when listening to her sing, and for a moment he totally forgot what she'd asked in the first place.

"Huh?" he finally managed, not really wanting to destroy this blissful mood by conversation but knowing that now that she'd started there would be no stopping it without pulling out the big guns.

"Did you ever measure it – how long it is… you know?"

His eyes, closed since he'd slipped out of her and collapsed onto the bed next to her, flew open. Aghast, he stared down at the mass of brunette curls that effectively hid her face, not quite wanting to believe her words. If she felt his reaction – surely she had to, wasn't his heart beating like crazy once again? – she didn't let it show. Her head never moving an inch, it seemed like she was in some sort of trance as her fingers finished their trail down his cock and tried to wrap themselves around its girth. He wasn't sure if it was that or her question which suddenly made not only his throat constrict but also seemed to increase his awareness of every pore and cell and square inch of skin of his once more throbbing erection.

They'd been together for three years, but Rachel Berry never ceased to surprise him somehow.

"Uhh … no?"

He barely managed to squeeze the words out, opting to flat out deny having ever done anything like that rather than embarrassing himself by admitting that he and Puck'd been in some sort of competition all through middle and high school to see who could sport the biggest dick. They practically lived with a ruler in their pants for most of freshman year of high school, measuring anything there was to measure on an almost daily basis. (And as far as he knew he'd won.)

"Would you say maybe 6 inches?" she continued, still in that dreamy tone of voice that was quickly becoming an even bigger turn-on than what her hand was doing to his dick.

"Seven and a half," he said, correcting her before he could stop himself. She moved her head slightly and giggled into his chest. Crap, he realised with an internal groan of embarrassment as his cheeks seemed to catch fire – if he hadn't just busted himself…

But his embarrassment was swept away a moment later as her head moved again. Looking down at himself, he met her eyes as they looked up at him, her chin resting on his skin right above his belly button, and there was something in that look – that crazy Rachel Berry intensity that he so loved blazing from her hooded eyes, mixed with a spark of amusement and something else that he wasn't quite able to place – that made his stomach flip and the drumming of his heart threaten to explode past his ears.

Apparently satisfied with what she'd seen in his eyes – love? Lust? – she stuck out her tongue and licked a slow circle around his belly button, never ceasing to look into his eyes. A low growl escaped his lips as a shiver of anticipation ran along his entire body. He knew what was going to come next – they'd long ago dubbed it the Rachel Berry Special during one of those crazy, sexy, try-anything-you-heard-of nights of experimentation in the days after New York. His head pushed back against the pillows, and he squeezed his eyes shut against the coming onslaught on his senses.

But instead of the familiar sensation of her hot breath against his skin and her tongue flicking like a delicate butterfly up the length of his straining cock, he felt something cold and definitely out of place touch his inner thigh for a moment. And then –

-click-

-click-

What the fuck? Pushing himself up on his elbows he tried to see what was going on, his lust-addled brain attempting to assign the conflicting sensations to one particular thing. For a long moment he simply stared down at the spectacle that offered itself, not sure he really was seeing what he did.

She was sitting between his legs with her flipcam in her hands and an oddly satisfied smirk on her lips. As he stared, she put the camera away and began to bend down again, but the bizarre turn of events finally had sunk in, and he gripped her by the shoulders before her tongue could even reach the tip of his cock.

"Did you just…" - he found he was too stunned for a moment to continue, his tongue oddly clumsy in his mouth, and had to start over – "did you just take pictures of it?"

Rachel simply grinned and nodded several times, her torso straining against his grip on her shoulders, her eyes wandering down, her tongue flicking across her lips for a second as she eyed his cock between them, now standing up straight into the air like a soldier at attention.

Staring back at her and somehow also at his own dick that was sort of in the direct way between them – which was kinda weird – made him lose focus. He wanted to find out, yes – it should have been important to find out what this was all about, but somehow that lascivious flick of her tongue had totally pushed its importance back a few notches. "Why?" he managed to squeeze out finally, a shiver running through him as his hard cock twitched and the spots where he'd put his hands onto her shoulders started to feel like they were fusing together from their body heat.

And then it just didn't matter to him anymore whether she had any answer or what it was, as his arms gave way and she immediately sunk her head down over his crotch, taking his cock in all the way at once – all that long way down to the back of her throat. His eyes rolled back and his breath hitched. And then all that was left of him was that seven and a half inches of throbbing, hard cock being licked and sucked and squeezed and kissed by her, and nothing in the world was more important than how that made him feel.

A/N: Yes, this is going to be a multi-chapter story (in three parts). No, I'm not going to make you wait half a year for an update. The second chapter is already written and shall be uploaded tomorrow night. Yes, I am very sorry for keeping everyone waiting on updates for the other stories – I just got over the worst case of writers block ever. But my muse is back and in action now. And I've moved on to smut.

A giant big thank you to all my Fildos ladies – especially my twinnie Laura and wifey (and awesome Beta) Eera. Thanks for sticking by me and shouting at me to write every now and then. Without you I'd never have managed it.