Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters.
Story: Post sex Finchel sexy times. Rated M.
There's a minute's silence as Finn nestles up to Rachel, his breathing returning to normal. She's staring at the dimly lit ceiling, the flames from the fireplace flickering softly in shadows.
She can't believe it. She's had sex. It feels so unreal.
"Hey." Finn's voice is quiet in her ear, and she turns her head, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable for some reason. "Are you okay?"
She nods, and smiles, feeling a little choked up as she utters a "Fine."
Finn traces a finger across her cheek, his lazy smile re-emerging as he gazes at her, and she wonders how she could ever have panicked he just wanted to sleep with her.
"It didn't…" He trails off, and she inwardly cringes, wondering where he's going with this.
"It didn't…hurt too much did it?" He asks, and the tightening around his eyes as he says the word "hurt" make her heart melt. She shakes her head.
"It wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be," she says truthfully.
"Good," he says simply, and reaches up to kiss her.
She expects him to break away, but he continues the kiss once more, deepening it quickly and sliding his tongue into her mouth. He moves closer to her and the sudden touches of their naked bodies in various spots sends a shiver down her. As he pulls away to move to kissing her neck, she immediately finds his nearest hand and places it on her breast.
He takes the hint with a small laugh and begins to stroke her breast, immediately eliciting gasps from her that quickly grow into moans she has to bite her lip against, bucking her hips upwards animalistically. Somehow, having had him inside of her for the first time just recently has changed her, and she feels wetter than she's used to, but it feels amazing.
"Finn," she manages hazily, for nearly everything is sensation again, sensation she doesn't want to stop.
He's one step ahead of her request, and begins to slide his hand off her breast and down her stomach, smoothing against her skin in a way that nearly sends her over the edge, before dipping into her curls and parting her, curling a finger up into her. She realises she's even wetter than she'd thought with that action, and he does too, exhaling an "Oh wow…" into her ear.
Everything else is lost to pleasure, as Rachel guides Finn to just the right spot with a couple of hazily murmured directions, until she is moaning and he knows he's found the right place.
He feels her hips jerking roughly against his movements until her cries reach their peak and she slumps back against the floor, her breathing all over the place. She's aware he can hear her but it still takes her a minute to recover herself, before hazily opening her eyes. He's smiling down at her, widely.
"Was that good?" He asks, but she knows he knows it was.
She's nodding, with a self-conscious smile dancing about her lips. "It's never…felt like that before." She struggles not to squirm under his gaze, also thinking to herself how beautiful he looks in the half light of the fireplace.
"I'm glad," he says, raising a hand to stroke her hair just by her ear. "I want to make you feeling amazing, Rachel."
"I know," she says, feeling her heart soar a little at how much she does actually know it to be true. "And you did. You always do."