A/N – This has seriously been so much fun to write. Jann you are totally awesome and I am so glad we decided to do this! Hope you all enjoy part II and thank you in advance for your reviews as I am sure they will be wonderful! J.

A/N 2 - Seriously a good time to write this; it's like going to lunch with your friend, no kids or husbands, seeing a hot guy at the bar and then just letting the conversation run away with you. It's out of control and totally crazy, but also totally necessary at times. Hope everyone enjoys it - please let us know! Other J.

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Keep You Running

He wasn't sure if she was gonna show or not and it wasn't like he could text her to find out—Stupid confetti. Note to self: do not put tiny pieces of paper in air vents no matter how fucking awesome it was to see your step brother flailing wildly unless you know your parents won't totally bust you and make you clean up each scrap by hand—'cause as punishment they took his phone away, so now he was standing against the side of the house like a total moron.

He looked at his watch; his mom totally made him wear it 'cause he tried being all sneaky and telling her he needed his phone to know when to be home so he wouldn't break curfew. Instead, she out-sneaked him by agreeing he needed something and handing him a fucking watch!

A watch! Who the hell wore these stupid things anymore? Stupid confetti, stupid Kurt!

He was totally doing him a favor. Kurt kept saying he wanted to know what it was like to be in a parade, so when Puck came up with the idea, 'cause he also wanted to be helpful of course, Finn was totally on-board cause don't they throw that kinda shit at a parade?

So, whatever, he was grounded with no phone and what totally blew even more was that Kurt the Parade Lover got to spend all his time with Rachel, since now Finn's girlfriend had all this free time. So yea, he was totally looking forward to the whole mail truck experience. Cool…hey that sorta sounds like a virtual reality ride. I wonder if they could make one like that?

He was jarred from his thoughts by a tiny hand squeezing his forearm.

"You came?" He nearly shouted and pulled her into a huge hug, which he knew was totally dorky and uncool, but she showed and that meant he totally got to get it on in the mail truck! The universe fucking loved him right sometimes.

"Tight..Finn…Breathe…" She gasped.

"Babe, God, I'm sorry, did I break anything?" He asked in almost a panic, his hands kinda roaming all over her. Hey, it was all for her well-being. She smacked his hands away after they came to rest on her boobs.

"Finn," she hissed, while turning pink; He wondered if she was blushing everywhere… like, ya know…everywhere. Then it kinda hit him; why was she embarrassed? They were always touching each other. Then she buried her face in his chest and mumbled something and all he heard was the word "Kurt" 'cause her lips were moving against his chest and her arms were wrapped around him and it had been sooooo long. Okay, so it was technically yesterday, but only for, like, five minutes after a two-week dry spell, so yea…he kinda ignored whatever she was saying until he heard the one fucking voice he so didn't want to hear.

"I am so excited. I feel like we're spies on a secret mission or something!"

Finn dropped his head against hers and sighed. "Well, it was a secret mission. Why're you here?"

"I asked him to be here as a lookout," Rachel said. "We cannot risk being caught in a compromising position, Finn. Criminal charges could jeopardize everything."

"So, he's standing out here watching and listening? That's just… that's just great," he complained. On the other hand…he felt like an idiot complaining when his girlfriend was present and totally hot and … and it was the first time he'd had a chance to do anything dirty to her in almost two weeks, so he should just take whatever he could get, he supposed. "But it's probably not a terrible idea."

His line of thinking was also a little more clear once her hand squeezed his junk, but he knew Kurt couldn't see that and wouldn't know unless there was some sort of girly noise, so he worked extra hard to keep that out of his voice.

"Let's go," she breathed.

Kurt looked at his watch and just kind of did that thing with his lips where they disappeared a little bit and he looked annoyed.

But Rachel was totally backing Finn up toward the unoccupied mail truck so he didn't say anything to wipe the look off Kurt's face. Like, preferably, to leave if he didn't like it. Then again, Finn didn't know what kind of a deal Rachel made to get Kurt there in the first place and he was walking backwards and being steered a little by his hard-on and… there just wasn't room in his head for all that so he focused on what was important.

It was not entirely as spacious as it had looked yesterday, but all that meant was they stumbled and he landed first and then caught her and she was on top of him and she was immediately kissing him as he got situated a little better.

"How much time?" She asked while helping him pull his shirt over his head.

"Twenty minutes."

"Better make it count then," she replied while peppering his neck with kisses as his hands slid under her skirt freezing when he felt nothing but skin.

"You…no…" She sat up and smirked.

"I am nothing if not efficient." His hand wrapped around the back of her neck and he dragged her down towards him fusing their lips together. He knew he moaned loudly when she slid her hand under his shorts—and began pumping him quickly—but thankfully it was muffled by her mouth.

"Time?" She mumbled against his mouth, moving her lips along his jaw and neck.

"Fifteen," he replied raising his arm over his head, he was kinda glad he had the stupid watch now.

"Ready?" She didn't answer; instead, she took his hand and placed it against her, rocking so his fingers slid easily into her body.

"Does that answer your question?" She asked breathlessly. He pumped his fingers in and out of her his thumb finding its way to her clit.

"You're so fuckin hot."

"I'm so close," she gasped. He continued to work her to the brink and it took everything in him not to lose it before it even really started, but fuck, he didn't have to say mailman to hold off.

Total. WIN.

At the same time… it wasn't like they were going to get more than one pass at this and he wanted to be inside her when she came. He waited until the way she moved her hips changed…like… he just knew how it did and knew why it did and… he was glad he'd taken time they didn't have now to figure it out before. He stopped and pulled his fingers out of her body, using his other hand on the back of her head to pull her down for a kiss that covered the whine she let out. He knew she fucking hated it when he stopped like that; the good news was she usually stopped complaining when he….

She had already pulled his shorts down while she had her hand wrapped around him, so it didn't take much to position himself and press inside her quickly. He pulled his hand off the back of her head and she sat up, dropping on to his body when he thrust up, taking him in all the way and letting him go deep. He bit his tongue—hard—to keep from yelling out and instead he just grunted a little bit, feeling the warmth of her all around. He just… he loved her; even if it was a quickie in the mail truck, he loved her and he hoped she knew he felt that way. He just didn't want to say the words because he needed to keep quiet. He let his hand squeeze her hip before following down to knead at her already-swollen clit. She opened her eyes to look at him with a slow and sexy smile. He answered it by bringing the fingers that had been inside her up to her mouth.

Her warm, wet tongue on his fingers and the satisfied murmur she let out was all too much. He couldn't keep his mouth closed because he thought he might bite his tongue off, but he at least managed to keep most of the sound he felt inside as he felt her go over with him. She bit his fingers a little, but he totally wasn't gonna complain (mostly 'cause he couldn't).

She finally collapsed against him, the side her face pressed against his shoulder with their bodies still connected and while he is sure he sounds like a total wuss, he kinda thought this part was the best. It's like all the pressure was gone, so he could totally enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by her, which yea, totally sounded wussy…but whatever. They could just enjoy being blissed out together and not only in the totally dirty way, which of course was also super awesome. He turned his head to face her and pressed a kiss to the her damp forehead, 'cause she totally worked up a sweat; guess the whole working out in the afternoon thing was true after all.

He wanted to hold her there forever, but when they heard something that sounded like a cat being strangled they both bolted upright.

"Fuck," he hissed when the top of his head came in contact with the metal roof. "What the hell is that?"

"That's the signal," she said as she frantically scrambled off his lap, peeking her head out of the open door.

"That's his signal? What the fuck is he trying to be?"

"No need for profanity; and besides, it's a bird call of some kind," she argued softly as she glanced around, then quickly climbed out of the truck followed by Finn, who groaned at the site of his step-brother flapping his arms while making a God-awful noise.

"Fine, if you say so; but really, Rach, does he have to actually pretend to be a bird?"

"I'm not sure; that wasn't part of the deal, and I'm definitely taking time out of the baking lesson for the egregious and conspicuous display," she muttered quickly as they approached. As soon as Kurt saw them, he stopped. They could all clearly see the mailman approaching from the end of the street, though, and headed inside as quickly as possible (and then ignored the mailman's knocking, out of paranoia, although they later realized he only knocked to deliver a package that was too large for the mailbox.)

"So, do you think your problem is solved?" Rachel asked when they finally remerged from the house. "Or is this something we are going to have to revisit?"

"Nah, I think the days of the mailman are done."

"Oh okay, well if you are sure," she said with a shrug.

"Yea...I mean, wait...does that mean you would have done it again?" His jaw dropped a little bit and…she was the best girlfriend ever. And he'd totally just shot himself in the foot.

She shrugged and planted a soft kiss on in his agape lips.

"Well, it isn't something we have to worry about, so I guess you'll never know."

Finn took her hand and pressed the back of it to his lips again, trying not to laugh as the diamond setting bumped against his nose. He'd been doing that for ten days straight now, somehow touching her hand with the wedding band on it, and it never got old. She said she was just indulging it since she wouldn't be able to wear her engagement ring once her play rehearsals started. And rubbing up against the nearly-flat wedding band just wasn't the same.

"You're awfully quiet," he said. His eyes snapped back to the familiar road and he could feel her smile.

"Maybe, but it's a contented quiet," she said. "Even if we just left paradise."

He chuckled a little at this; it was true, their honeymoon had been almost perfect. But they only had to come back so she could start her rehearsals and finish up the thesis for her master's degree. It wasn't like she was returning to something she hated.

"Yeah, well… s'not like you're starting a nine-to-five back at home," he grumbled. They'd only done all this now because he had finished his master's degree and would be starting up at a physical therapy practice and trying to decide if he wanted to keep going with school. Okay, he knew he didn't want to, but he was trying to decide if he should.

But his eyes lit up when they landed on something, obscured only slightly by the late afternoon sun.

"Mail truck," he said simply, pointing with their joined hands. "Whadd'ya say? Should we pull over for a minute?"

She laughed a little and shook her head. "We have to be to your parents in five minutes to pack up our wedding presents and figure out how we're getting them home tomorrow. Plus…I'd like to add 'been there, done that.'"

"Well, I've been there done that more than once since then…if you know what I mean. So I'm up for it any time."

He kissed the back of her hand and gave a goofy little laugh as she groaned at his bad pun. He was turning into his parents' driveway, so she knew her closing remarks on that conversation had to be quick.

"Well, it was your issue we were confronting, so… I guess I'm glad I could help," she said, giving him a light kiss on the lips before she moved to get out of the car.

"…but what if it only went away for a little while?" He said, chasing after her as she went into the house. "What if it… comes back?"

She looked over her shoulder at him; she rarely looked at him like he was an idiot but that was exactly what her face said now. She pushed the front door open and went inside without giving an answer other than to call out their arrival to Burt and Carole.

"Seriously…babe. This is important."

She stopped, turned and looked at him. He couldn't keep a straight face, but her hands on her hips brokered no argument.

"Well, then I guess we'll look into buying one. If it's really that important and if the problem actually returns."

She turned and followed the sound of his mother's voice calling from the basement family room.

He just watched her go.

You could buy those?

His Christmas wishlist just got a lot more complicated.