AN: By popular demand, this is continued. And the rating is now M. Same ownership disclaimers as last time. Also this chapter is unbetaed because I'm leaving for vacation in literally 10 minutes.

Rachel sat on a couch in the lobby of her dorm, trying not to fidget. It was a Saturday in mid-March, around noon, and Finn was due to pick her up any minute for an as-yet-undisclosed date of some kind.

It had been exactly three weeks and one day since they met in the elevator at work and went on their first date. Their workplace interactions were restricted to flirty smiles and warm hellos, but they'd also been out a few other times. Finn was very charming in an understated and unassuming fashion, and every time he looked at her she thought she might melt into a puddle. Moreover she was really enjoying getting to know him; for instance, she was elated to hear that he plays the drums and therefore possesses musical abilities. After one of their dates she convinced him to sing karaoke with her and their "Any Way You Want It" duet received a standing ovation from the rest of the patrons in the small dingy East Village bar.

That same night she also learned that he was an even better kisser when they weren't on the floor of a stalled elevator.

The development was an interesting twist to Rachel's otherwise routinized and predictable life. Compared to Finn's ordeal in high school her own adolescence had been a breeze. Everything came easily to her, and she was rewarded with accolades in both academics and performing arts. She had the utmost love and support of her two fathers, successful attorneys who were well-respected in their Long Island community. Rachel's competitive nature meant that she didn't have many close friends, but her peers only seemed concerned with petty gossip and pointless socializing that would cut into her rigorous-yet-fulfilling slate of extra-curricular activities. When she did have free time, she enjoyed spending time with her dads singing around their piano or seeing Broadway shows in the city. So she didn't really feel like she was missing out on anything worthwhile.

Not exactly the trials and tribulations that would make for a best-selling autobiography once she was famous, she had often lamented.

But the relative ease of her high school experience gave her a great deal of admiration for how hard Finn worked to get to New York, and his determination to do well in college. Pace wasn't among the highest-ranked institutions in the area, but the business school in particular had a good reputation for producing hard-working, practically-educated graduates. One evening she took the liberty of perusing some of the information on his school's career center website. Although she remained skeptical of their absolute authenticity, the statistics indicated that Finn would likely be gainfully employed upon completion of his studies.

(Perhaps this sort of research was premature, but Rachel found that curiosity often got the better of her.)

Her train of thought was interrupted by Finn's appearance in the lobby.

"Hey," he said as he approached her perch on the bench, brown eyes gleaming and grin a mile wide.

"Hi." She stood, zipping her jacket and slinging her bag over her shoulder. Finn hesitated for a brief second before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Mmm." It was the first time they'd kissed hello like that and she couldn't keep the little moan from escaping her throat.

"Ready?" he asked, slipping his hand around hers as they exited the building.

"Yep!" They turned left onto the sidewalk. "So where are we going, anyway?"

He smirked, his adorable grin turning lopsided. "You'll see."

"Finn, seriously! Where are we going?"

He laughed heartily. During their walk through the West Village Rachel had gotten more and more impatient about the secretive location where he was taking her. He liked being around Rachel so much and wanted to do something special in celebration of the end of midterms. She was always so energetic and peppy but he got the sense that she was super into her schedules and planned activities. Still, he didn't want the plans to backfire by irritating her with the secrecy part.

Luckily, they were almost at their destination.

"We're going… there." He pointed up to the large structure composed of ladders, platforms, flimsy metal swings, and safety netting.

"What? Is that a… trapeze?"

The astonished and intrigued look on her face is exactly what he'd been going for.

Just then the light changed in their favor. "Come on!" He tugged gently on her hand, leading her across West Street and towards the New York Trapeze School on Pier 40.

Once they checked in and sat through a safety presentation they were each given a harness to wear and led outside to the trapeze course. The instructors started up the ladder to the platform and told them to wait for the signal to climb up.

"You ready?" Finn asked, nudging Rachel's shoulder with his side.

"I certainly hope so!" she exclaimed. "That brief orientation cannot possibly be sufficient to have informed us of all the safety precautions or skills necessary to do this properly."

"Please." He rolled his eyes playfully. "You're all small and dainty and graceful, so you at least stand a chance at doing it okay. I'm completely prepared to look like a total oaf. And possibly injure myself."

She giggled and shook her head a little.

Since it was their first lesson they started off with the most basic skill – hanging from the swinging bar by their knees. Once they mastered that (hey, it was harder than it looks, trying to keep your balance on this fragile-looking metal bar while flying through the freaking air) they got to try a catch. That basically consisted of sticking your arms out and releasing your legs at just the right moment so that one of the instructors swinging from another bar could grab you.

Needless to say, Finn had a little trouble getting the timing of the whole thing down. But Rachel was more successful and he had just as much fun watching her squeal and swing through the air as though she'd been doing it her whole life.

"So… fun?" The sun was setting behind them as they left the trapeze school, hand in hand.

"Yes!" she said immediately before her usual pensive look returned to her face. "What made you want to do that?"

Finn shrugged and kept looking straight ahead as they walked. "Just something new and different. You were so stressed during your midterms so I figured it'd be nice."

Rachel blushed a little, tightening her grip on his hand. "Sorry if my test-mode intensity was at all off-putting. When grades are on the line I wish to leave no stone unturned! I promise I'm back to normal now."

"Hmm, well, I think it's okay now. You may have to let me buy you dinner, though. Just to make sure you've made it all the way back."

"That sounds like a good idea," she agreed slyly. "You know, just to be safe."

Rachel sighed as they walked in comfortable silence back towards her dorm after a lovely meal at her favorite little trattoria.

This was technically their fourth date, if they were counting the evening when Finn was in the neighborhood doing an errand and stopped by afterwards to join her and Santana for a quick dinner in the dining hall. (That night Rachel really felt more like she was hanging out with a significant other and less like she was on a "date," but she and Finn still hadn't discussed their relationship status.)

Prior to Rachel's departure for their surprise excursion that day, Santana offered to make herself scarce that evening, opining that regardless of what she and Finn were calling their relationship it was time for them to have sex. Rachel reacted to the crass statement with a gasp, and insisted that when she and Finn chose to have relations was none of Santana's business.

Now, though, the thoughts of her empty room crept into her mind.

They paused outside the entrance to the building and she turned to face him. He gazed down at her, smiling dreamily, his features illuminated by the flickering streetlamp.

Momentarily overcome with shyness, she found herself biting her lip until she summoned the nerve to speak.

"Do you want to come upstairs?"

Finn flinched a little, almost as though he was surprised at the invitation. Did he not realize how sweet and chivalrous (and insanely attractive) he was?

"Sure," he said, his grin widening slowly as he tightened his hand around hers.

They went through the fantastically annoying NYU-mandated ordeal of signing Finn in to the building as a guest before they boarded an elevator to her floor.

Her lip curled into a smile when she realized that it was the first time they'd been in an elevator together since the day they met.

A sideways glance revealed Finn smirking as well.

Having never brought a boy back to her room before she felt a pit of nervous excitement developing in her belly. She slipped her key into the lock and turned it, opening the door and flicking on the light to reveal a typical small dorm room with a desk, bed, dresser, and closet on either side. The space along the left was neatly organized, with very little clutter on the desk and dresser surfaces and a bed made up with a pink comforter and yellow throw pillows. Meanwhile, the other side was quite disheveled, papers scattered about the desk, makeup strewn on top of the dresser, and black comforter askew on the bed.

Rachel turned towards her closet as she shed her coat before placing it on a hanger. "I know I don't have any jurisdiction over her side of the room, but I wish that Santana would keep her area a little neater. It really—"

When she turned to face Finn, he immediately leaned down and captured her lips in a searing kiss, apparently content to dispense with any pretext to their activities.

She allowed herself to get lost in the moment, her heart surging as his tongue slipped past her parted lips. His fingertips gently cupped her cheek and his other hand settled at her waist while his mouth meshed with her own, over and over again.

When they needed to break apart simply for the sake of oxygen he pulled back a little, as if to give her an opportunity to slow things down. She responded by slipping her hands into the front of his jacket and easing it off of his shoulders. Once it fell to the floor she snaked her hands up to grip his neck, pulling him down to resume their urgent kissing and urging him backwards towards the foot of her bed. Without breaking the kiss he sat down and pulled Rachel close to him so she was standing between his parted knees.

Finn's hands snaked around her waist to her lower back and slipped under the hem of her shirt. She shivered at the feeling of his fingertips dancing across her skin and sank her hands into his hair.

The next time they needed air his lips left her mouth and traveled along her jawline to her neck, alternately nipping lightly at her pulse point and teasing it with his tongue.

"Mmm… Finn…" she gasped, her hands falling to his shoulders and fisting his polo shirt.

Apparently emboldened by the response, he began sliding his hands upwards, dragging the tips of his fingers along her sides at a torturously slow rate before his hands spread out and cupped her bra-clad breasts. After deftly massaging them through the material he groped around to her back, removing his lips from her neck and gazing up at her with lust-filled eyes.

"Can I?" he asked, tugging a little on the clasp.

"Please..." She didn't intend for her answer to sound like a whine, but apparently her own voice was no longer in her control.

Finn unhooked the offending garment and his hands crept beneath the loosened cups to grasp her breasts directly, holding each one in a large palm and lightly pinching her nipples.

The nervousness in her belly had given way to a growing heat rooted in her center and radiating outward. Operating purely on instinct, she placed one knee on the bed next to his lap, urging him to lay back. While doing so he also scooted upward towards her pillow so that she could splay herself atop him.

Once she was atop him he tentatively grasped the bottom hem of her blouse, eyes searching her own. She nodded, silently giving him permission to drag it up and over her head. A twinge of shyness returned when she was topless in view of his smoldering stare.

"Beautiful," he breathed, toying with a few strands of hair that lay across her collarbone.

Seeking turnabout as fair play, Rachel slipped a hand under the hem of his polo, snaking her palm up along his stomach and chest. He sat up on his bent elbows, allowing her to remove the shirt while he continued stroking her soft breasts.

By now she'd been on top of him for several minutes and a sizeable bulge had developed beneath her aching center. She growled lowly and ground herself against it, causing Finn to arch upward and groan.

Amidst his own arousal he glided his hands down Rachel's stomach and palmed her core, teasing her through her leggings. When she squirmed above him he escalated the ministrations, snaking his fingers into the waist of the thin pants and past the even less substantial barrier of her panties.

"Ohhh…" she breathed when a long finger teased her sensitive nub before sliding along her folds and into her slick center.

Somehow she was able to slide down his body and unbutton the fly on his jeans. He helped the effort along by kicking off his sneakers and socks, enabling her to rid him of his pants and boxers. His member pointed up at her and she wasted no time wrapping a hand around it and urging him to his full (impressive) length.

He sank his free hand into her hair and pulled her down for another urgent kiss, tongue probing her mouth and stealing her breath yet again.

"Finn… please…" she managed to articulate between kisses. "Condom... mmm ... top drawer, behind you..."

Finn's breath hitched and he turned slightly, reaching into her dresser as instructed and handing her the foil packet.

(At the beginning of the school year Santana gave her a few "supplies… just in case you decide to live a little." To this point Rachel hadn't had any use for them, but at the moment it definitely seemed worth the wait.)

"A-are you sure?" he asked as she tore into the small square.

Their eyes remained locked for a beat before she nodded, slowly but assuredly.

It went quickly from there, with Rachel sheathing his length and positioning herself over it. Finn surprised her by surging upward, grasping her hips and groaning as he swiftly buried herself inside her.

"Ohh!" she cried, laying a hand on his stomach to steady herself as she rocked her hips to match his upward thrusts.

"God... Rachel..." Finn moaned, and she figured he must be close when he brought his hand around to her center and applied pressure in the form of a gradually quickening circle.

The action caused her already throbbing walls to tighten around him, the warmth in her loins overflowing and coursing through her limbs.

"Mmmph… yes… Finn…" Her whimpers mixed with his deep moans as she felt him seize below her, grasping her hips and thrusting upward erratically.

Once his movements ceased completely she dismounted and laid down next to him, the narrowness of the college-sized bed essentially forcing her to snuggle her head on his chest. One of his hands tangled in her hair as they caught their breath in the otherwise silent room.

"I'm really glad the elevator got stuck that day," he remarked cheekily after a few moments.

Rachel giggled, turning a little to look up into his adoring eyes. "Me too."

She leaned up to kiss him, enjoying the way his lips lingered sweetly on her own before she pulled her throw blanket over their bodies and they drifted off to sleep.

AN: There will probably be one more chapter. Please review!