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Warning: I tried my hand at smut in this chapter? I don't know if its any good so any suggestions are welcome. ALSO. I have a direction I'm going in so the next chapter won't be as happy :( it's actually going to be somewhat sad, but anyway suggestions for the plot line are welcome too. If you want to know where I'm going so you can give me ideas just let me know!
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Monday afternoon, Finn found himself sitting at an outside table of some upscale restaurant Kurt picked for their impromptu lunch. Kurt watched with disgust as Finn inhaled his bacon burger, moving his own fork around his grilled chicken caesar salad.
He scoffed at Finn and blurted, "I really can't eat without knowing what the hell is going on! Why did you call me for this 'emergency' lunch? What could possibly be so important that I had to leave the office? Blaine is going to kill me once he finds out I have to work late again because you desperately needed to talk to me."
Finn choked down the bite that he had been chewing, "Oh yeah, sorry dude. Well, okay I have news."
"Obviously," Kurt rolled his eyes, "what was so important that you couldn't wait till after work, or tomorrow?"
"Well, the only time I could talk about this with you was during work because Rachel can't know." Finn admitted.
Kurt's eyes narrowed, "Oh God Finn, don't tell me you're cheating on her!"
"What? No. Like completely no. You're gonna be excited, I promise, because... I'm ready for the next step."
"Finn, the two of you have been on and off since the end of sophomore year, if you really think you're going to convince me that you haven't had sex then think again."
Finn shook his head, frustrated, "I'm going to ask her to marry me, Kurt." Finn couldn't help but laugh at Kurt's shocked expression, "Seriously? How dumb do you think I am, you walked in on us two years ago on the family cruise after graduation, obviously I wasn't talking about sex."
"I seriously try to keep that image out of my head and pretend it didn't happen. But, oh my god! You're going to get married! This is phenomenal! All of the wedding planning. The colors. The suits. The dresses." Kurt was brought back to reality by Finn's condescending gaze, "What? Rachel is honestly going to need my help, her style's gotten better, but not that much better."
"Well anyway, I didn't ask you to meet me just to tell you that I'm going to do it. I need your help getting this right, I mean I have a plan sort of, but you're going to have to help me."
"What did you have in mind?" Kurt asked, his interest level peaking.
"Well you know how I told you we'd go to that show with you on Thursday..." Finn's grin was widespread across his face as he divulged his tentative plan.
"Finn?" She called into the empty apartment. After listening and receiving no response she moved into the kitchen and placed her bags on the countertop. She brought her hair up into a loose pony tail and moved over to the sink to wash her hands. Moving around the kitchen on her tip-toes she salted the water for the pasta and threw some olive oil, garlic, and chopped tomatoes in a pan. She turned on the burners and moved to open a bottle of wine and pour herself a glass.
She loved to cook, especially since she found that little organic market a few blocks away from her office. She had been working for a local theater since college, after she graduated they offered her a higher position and she loved learning about every aspect of the business. As an added bonus she got to make connections and know the directors, and was still allowed to audition for parts. She smiled to herself, singing over the stove as she worked.
She was cooking for another half an hour and when she finally finished, turned the burner to low, and poured another glass of wine to take into the living room. She curled up into the crook of their chocolate brown, leather couch with the throw blanket and her wine glass.
The aroma hit him instantly as he crossed the threshold into their apartment. She had cooked his favorite pasta dish. He could picture her moving around the kitchen, he always thought it looked like she was dancing. He loved how she'd never ask him to help her reach things on the shelves that were too high for her. She'd reach up and jump a little and he'd sneak up behind her and grab it for her. She'd spin around and kiss him giggling, she was so sexy in the kitchen, she was always his favorite thing to watch.
When he walked into the living room he instantly saw the red blanket on the floor and smiled. She did this sometimes, she liked to used the living room floor as their table, she'd dim the lights and have white, long-stemmed candles flickering while they ate on the floor. They were her favorite nights, he knew because she'd fall asleep smiling and talk about him in her sleep. They were his favorite because she did it when she felt affectionate, and he loved that side of her.
His eyes moved to her on the couch and he draped his coat over the arm at the end. She looked adorable all wrapped up in a ball, asleep with her empty wine glass in hand. Kneeling down, he ran his hand along her bare arm and whispered, "Baby?" The throw blanket pooled at her legs as she sat up, a confused look in her eyes until the rested on him.
"I'm sorry I'm so late, Rach," he frowned, "I had more work to do than I thought. And I stopped to get you these," he held her the bouquet of dark, red roses he'd been clutching.
She smiled, lightly kissed him, and burried her nose in the bouquet, "It's okay. They're beautiful Finn."
"You're beautiful." He countered.
"You're sweet," she said smiling. "Are you hungry? I can get our bowls and everything, I was keeping it warm on the stove and I guess I fell asleep."
"I'll get it baby, do you want more wine too?" He asked, wondering how he got so lucky when his girlfriend stood up revealing a white eyelet cardigan & with a navy blue dress underneath.
"Mmm, white please? The one I used in the sauce is open on the counter; it'll go really well with the pasta." She said stifling a yawn.
"Okay," he told her, kissing her forehead and taking the glass she offered before heading into the kitchen. A few minutes later he returned, juggling two square bowls of pasta in one hand and two glasses of wine in the other. She took the wine from him and put the glasses on the floor before sitting down. He placed the pasta on the floor and sat next to her, legs outstretched.
When she went to grab the pasta and begin eating he said, "Nope," and pulled her into his lap. He kissed her temple as she settled into him and he handed her a bowl.
"Thank you," she said, nuzzling against his chest.
"No thank you, baby, this smells amazing." He took a bite of the pasta and closed his eyes savoring the flavors. "Rach, seriously? You've outdone yourself this time. What's the occasion?"
"Just because I love you," she beamed. They ate, and talked about what they did that day, and what they're doing during the rest of the week. Finn didn't tell Rachel about the lunch he had with Kurt, but she told him how excited she was to see the show later that week.
"I can't wait to see Blaine," she told him, "The four of us haven't been together since he went back home for his sister's birthday two weeks ago."
"I know," he told her, "I'm sure he's totally excited to see you too."
"I'm excited to see you," she whispered against his ear.
"You're seeing me right now," he smirked.
"Oh, I'm sorry I meant to say I'm excited to see you in our bed," she said, her hand trailing from his neck down to his chest, "without all this fabric."
He chuckled and grinned at her, "I have to clean up first."
"Leave it, it can wait till tomorrow," she breathed.
"Well that's not fair, it'll take me ten minutes tops, I promise. But, if I leave it for tomorrow you'll end up doing it." He wanted to jump her right there, on the living room floor, but hated when she cleaned after doing all this work already. Nevertheless, it still took all of his will power to say no when she was eyeing him like a piece of meat.
"Fine," Rachel sighed as she stood up and lazily moved toward their bed room. He watched her walk away and reach up to pull her hair from the pony tail and shake it free. When she made it to the doorway she glanced over her shoulder and gave him a sexy smirk before saying, "but hurry, please." And she disappeared into their bedroom.
He began by washing the dishes, and then moved on to putting away the blanket and the candles, and then he shut off the lights and locked the door to the apartment. He walked into their room to find it empty.
"Rach," he called.
"I'll be out in a minute," she told him from her walk-in closet. He figured she was organizing so he kicked off his shoes, jumped on the bed, and turned the TV on. She emerged from the closet wearing a pink bustle-back slip. The back was entirely lace, and the bottom had ruffled layers that enhanced her curves while showing off her slim waist. When Finn didn't notice that she'd come back into the room she cleared her throat.
"Hey baby, guess what's on tonight." He said without looking away from the television.
"Something more important than me right now?" She asked, one eyebrow raised, hands on her hips.
He turned to look at her, "Woah..." She smirked as he looked her up and down and turned the television off without a second thought, "When did I get so lucky?"
"Junior year of highschool, if I remember correctly," she told him, climbing onto the bed, black stilletos and all.
He pushed himself to sit with his back against the headboard of their bed and rested his hands on her hips when she straddled him. "This is so sexy, Rach." She felt his hands toying with the ruffles at the bottom of her slip and move to cup her ass.
"Mmm, I'm glad you think so." Her words were filled with lust and she tipped her head back letting her hair cascade against her back.
He wanted to be all over her, touching every part of her at once, so his hands rapidly roamed her body, appreciating her delicate frame. He took advantage of her exposed collar bone, exploring it with his lips, his teeth, and his tongue, making her whimper at his slight bites and kisses. His lips crashed onto hers, and they instantly parted, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He loved the taste of her and moved his hand to the back of her head to pull her closer and deepen their kiss. She was rolling her hips into him, smiling into the groans he was desperately trying to control.
He slid his free hand up the side of her waist, gripping her steadily. A sharp gasp broke their kiss when she reacted to him caressing her breast through the lace fabric. "They look amazing in this, baby, but i don't know how long you can keep this on." He mumbled against her neck.
His hand moved to the light pink, spaghetti straps and one-by-one slid them off her shoulders, with his mouth trailing his fingers to kiss her bare skin. His head continued downward to kiss her collarbone and the top of her breasts, with both hands he grabbed her slip at the waist and with a swift yank exposed them completely to his mouth. He brushed her pebbled nipples with his thumbs, and Rachel moaned at the contact. He kissed the swell of her breast and her skin burned up every where he touched.
"Please Finn," she begged him.
"What, baby? Tell me what you want," he prompted with a grin.
She chose to direct him instead, by running her fingers through his hair and bringing the nipple he wasn't manipulating to his lips. He flicked the tip with his tongue, teasing her, and chuckled when she pulled at his hair until he took it into his mouth. He began sucking and swirling his tongue around the sweet, sensitive bulb in his mouth. His eyes were locked on her as she tipped her head back again and tried to stifle the low moans coming from her throat. Not wanting her to quiet herself, he intensified his pressure, and slid his free hand up her thigh to run under her lace panties.
She arched her back as he moved his mouth to her other breast and slid his finger feeling her wetness. She whimpered as he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them against her walls. She instinctually rode his hand, and used her own hands to pull his face to hers, their kisses were passionate and fierce. He could feel that she was close to finishing, and removed his hand to flip her underneath him. She gasped and he pulled down her panties with one swipe of his finger. He admired her heels before locking her knee over his shoulder. Instantly his mouth was on her, his tongue slipping inside her, then out, then in again. He swirled it around her clit before gently sucking the mound and slipping his finger back into her core.
Her hands desperately grabbed at the sheets, he knew how difficult it was for her to hold on. "Finish for me baby. Let yourself come undone." He breathed, and she couldn't help herself. He helped her ride out the orgasm, proud of the way he made her body tremble.
"Did that feel good, Rach?" He moved up to kiss her forehead.
"That was amazing, you're amazing." She sighed into the fabric on his chest, "How on earth are you still clothed Finn Hudson?"
He chuckled and pulled the shirt over his head, "Sorry baby, I was a little busy."
"I wasn't just talking about the shirt," she purred as her hands moved to undo his pants. He lifted his hips to let her pull them off, and she slid her hand over the tip of his erection and he groaned.
"Now we're even," he told her.
"Oh yeah?" She said, "I can change that." She pulled his boxers off, completely exposing him in the process.
She held contact with his eyes as she lowered herself to swirl her tongue around his tip. He moaned her name as she began to take him in her mouth. He closed his eyes as she engulfed him with her warmth, she just felt so good. He nearly lost it when he hit the back of her throat the first time, but she replaced her mouth with her hand on his shaft, and began swirling her tongue around the tip again. He moaned when she took him into her mouth again, and her delicate fingers lightly tugged on his balls.
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her up to kiss him and roll himself over her.
"Did you not like that?" She asked confused.
"Are you kidding, Rach that was amazing, but it's not fair that you still have clothes, and I want to finish with you." She licked her lips as he yanked her slip completely off. "Can you wear this every night? It's so incredibly sexy. Oh and if you're okay with it, I won't consider it unfair if you leave the heels on..."
She pulled him down to kiss her, and her eyes clouded with lust as he used his knees to spread open her thighs and settle between her legs. Her breathing hitched as he teased her opening with the tip of his cock.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Finn" she breathed
"What baby? You want this?" He slowly slid himself into her. She wrapped her legs around him as he began to thrust deeper and harder. Her nails raked his back as their lips slid between each other's mouths. She broke the kiss to whimper, and he began sucking on her neck. Her teeth bite the skin on his shoulders as she met his thrusts and began to make circles with her hips.
"Rach, I won't be able to last if you do that." He moaned against her skin.
She gyrated faster in response, hitting her g-spot with every circle.
"Faster. Oh Finn..." She breathed. He could feel her trembling around him so he thrust himself deeper into her, losing himself inside her. She cried his name as her walls came crashing down around him, and he buried his face in her hair allowing himself to lose control with her.
"I love you," he whispered through their panting.
"God, I love you too," she told him kissing his neck.
He rolled off of her, and she settled against his chest and whispered, "You make me so happy, Finn."
"You have no idea how happy you make me, Rach," he grinned down at her as she lifted her head to look at him. She reached her hand up to trace the bite marks along his shoulders. "I'm sorry about these," she giggled.
"I'm not," he told her, smirking as he kissed the top of her hair.
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