Nobody Else - Part Two

Consciousness began at the sound of a door closing. She fought it, wanting to cling to her dream, but a worry sprang in the back of her mind. Eyes opening, she breathed the harsh sigh of interrupted sleep, listening for strange noises.

A clatter. It came from the bathroom and she was upright, reaching for her phone, when the scent of rain made itself known. Her breath stuttered in her throat. She turned on the lamp, heart soaring at the sight of his things by the door. Leaping off the couch, she nearly stumbled over his shoes but remained vertical. She hesitated at the bathroom door, trying her best to assume the cool, collected aura she'd possessed when they'd first met. It was gone at the first sound of his gentle voice mingling with the shower.

Pushing the door open, she tiptoed around his discarded clothes and tried to see through the cloud of steam. She should say something sweet and romantic, perhaps call him by the pet name she only used when they were alone. But the old standard he was singing erased all those thoughts.

Their song.

"It had to be you. / It had to be you. / I wandered around, and I finally found / Somebody who…"

Blinking rapidly to ward away the sudden tears, Brittany jerked the shower curtain back. He turned, surprise melting into happiness. She stared at him for a second that stretched into hours, stepping into the tub when he reached for her. She melted against him, trying her best not to cry as he wrapped his arms around her, the hot spray of water raining down on them both.

"You're here," she managed between sniffles. She touched his sides, his back, his chest, before finally bringing her hands up to cup his face. Just before he brought her up and met her lips with his she noted the exhaustion in his eyes. Somehow she was able to keep from sobbing as he kissed her deliciously slowly. As though he had to memorize her mouth again. Stroking the side of his neck, she felt his hands squeeze her waist. Then they were pulling at the shirt she wore just as his tongue began to caress hers.

Her fingers dug into his wet shoulders as she followed the guidance of his hands. She barely had time to tuck her legs around his waist before the cold tile met her damp back. Hissing in surprise, she tried her best not to whine when he broke the kiss. It was just long enough to pull the shirt completely off, though, then his lips returned with renewed fervor, her name a harsh whisper as his hands trailed her body. She nodded, clutching his shoulders tighter when one hand slipped between their bodies.

His low growl vibrated against her lips once he found her ready, but he continued to tease, fingers dancing over the slickness before one finger sank into her. He swallowed her whines, drawing her lower lip between his teeth for a tender nibble.

A whispered plea. His hand covered the one on his shoulder, grasping and holding on while his thumb danced over her clit. She gasped into his mouth, arching, desperate for more, only to moan in complaint when his hand moved to her thigh.

The hand not clasped by his slipped down, his breathy moan encouraging as it skittered over wet skin. She grasped his cock, giving a gentle squeeze, then guided him inside her. Fingers bit into her thigh just as her hand caught his hip. Body tense, he eased forward until he filled her completely.

Head falling back, she gave a throaty scream of pure delight. Dragging her hand up the length of his back, she tangled her fingers in his hair, gasping, for ecstasy was just out of her reach. "Finn," she gasped, eyes burning with unshed tears.

"Britt," he returned with a nod. His arm slipped around her waist, holding her captive when she would have started to move. Bringing her arm above her head, he held it there, lips seeking hers again. His hips rolled slowly, and he broke the kiss long enough for them to share a gasp of need. Then, lips catching hers in a bruising, silencing kiss, he began to move in earnest.

All she could do was hold on, nails digging into his scalp. He loosened his grip on her hand, fingers twining with hers, his breath hot against her cheek. His lips slid from hers and, groaning, he dropped his forehead to her shoulder. She felt his arm tremble and recognized the sign. Giving his hand a squeeze, she began to meet his thrusts. A low moan that started in the pit of her belly worked its way up, turning into a squeal when his mouth closed around her nipple.

He worked the puckered flesh expertly, alternately sucking and nibbling. His thrusts became erratic, his arm pressing tighter around her waist, his hand clutching her hip from behind. She tensed, holding her breath as her orgasm thundered closer.

"Don't stop," she squeaked, fearful he would come and she would be left wanting. Pulling her hand from his, she slipped it between them, arching when his hand beat hers to its destination. His fingers pushed down on her clit and stayed still while he lifted his head for another kiss. Just as his tongue swept over her bottom lip, demanding entry into her mouth, he began a brisk rubbing, his lips curving into a pleased smile when she cried out.

"Britt, I need—"

The rest of his words were lost to her. Body seizing up, she clutched his arm and shoulder as she came. The power of it was overwhelming and she blanked on everything but the feeling of him. Him deep inside her. His fingers still stroking. His arm and hand holding her so securely. His lips. His warm skin beneath her hands.

Trembling, she continued to hold onto him tightly, releasing her breath in a tense whine when he slammed into her one final time. His lips moved to her ear and his growl sent tremors down her spine as he throbbed within her.

Steam continued to swirl around them. Brittany gradually loosened her grip on him, letting her hands softly glide down his back. Smiling when he remained slumped against her, she whispered his name and muffled a giggle when he merely groaned in reply. "Finn… Baby… C'mon, let's rinse off and go to bed."

Several haggard groans later, he raised his head. "Love you," he murmured.

"Love you more," she whispered, using his arms for support as she untucked her legs from his waist. Once he was upright and she was on her own feet, she leaned up to give him a gentle kiss, then stepped around him to rinse the sweat from her body. His arms came around her in a tender embrace and he kissed the top of her head, causing her to smile. They remained under the water for long moments, and finally she patted his arms. "Alright, Googly-Bear. Bed."

He snorted in derision at the private pet name but turned off the water and released her.

They had to step and lean around each other while drying off, a haphazard dance that had created itself after so many shared showers. Leaving the wet towels on the floor, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Her heart ached when he collapsed as soon as the covers were pulled back. "When was the last time you slept?" she asked while climbing into the bed. Drawing the covers over their bodies, she slid close, into his waiting arms.

"Yesterday." The word was muffled against the pillow and he shifted his head, groaning as they situated their bodies for comfort. "Wait, no. The day before. What day is it?"

She pressed a kiss to his chest. "It's three a.m., Wednesday morning."

"Monday night, then." He didn't cover his yawn, which filled the room like a lion's roar. His fingers smoothed over her hair. "You got new sheets."

"Mm-hmm. You like?"

"They're almost as soft as you." His lips brushed over her forehead. "G'night, Schmoopsie-Poo."


~fin


A/N: Thank you all for the reviews of part one! It's a little sappy, I know, but sappiness is good now and then. :)