A Rousing Performance

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! More hotness/brazen smut to follow. Maybe I can make it more plot-driven and less smut-driven down the road, but right now, there are just some things that really need to happen.

And as to the person who asked if Terri's fake pregnancy were still on, I'll say sure.

Again, not so concerned with the details right now. This is business time. :D Enjoy . . .

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When Rachel walked in the next Monday during Glee, Will could barely contain himself. She cleverly managed to look distracted with her books as everyone filed out ahead of her at the end of practice. When she finally stood up and started toward the door, Will took her by the elbow.

"Not so fast, young lady," he said. He glanced briefly over his shoulder at the doorway. "What are you doing tonight?" Her eyes smiled at him.

After dinner, while Terri was on the phone with her sister, Will disposed of the last of the milk in the kitchen sink. He told her he needed to go get some, and Terri, ever the cereal junkie, shooed him away. Will took out a hotel room on his private credit card, texted Rachel his room number, and laid down on the bed. He couldn't bear to close his eyes. All he could see was her pleasured, moonlit expression from the bus. His fists trembled. All he could feel was her softness. And soon he would have all of her.

She knocked softly, and he bolted to open the door. She slipped in past him like a shadow.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Rachel was in his arms with her legs wrapped around him. Will kissed her softly as he groped her butt and carried her to the bed. He threw her down on her back, and she smiled and pulled herself up to the pillow as he tore off his clothes. She slipped out of her skirt and pulled her shirt over her head, exposing a blue bra set against her cinnamon skin. Will crawled toward her on his hands and knees. He grasped one side of her blue underwear with his teeth, and taking the other side between his fingers, pulled them down as she wiggled out of them. Then he straddled her and, taking her gently by the back of the head, pulled her up level to him.

Rachel inhaled into his sweet neck as he unhooked her bra. Then he lowered her gently down again. He massaged her breasts softly until she ached and squirmed beneath him. Her hands clenched either side of the pillow behind her head. Will took her face in his hands and leaned in to kiss her.

"You ready?" he asked. She smiled widely and nodded, so he thrust himself inside of her. He alternated between rapid and slow motions until her cheeks were flushed and she came. He pulled back before releasing though, and, picking her naked and trembling body off the bed, carried her into the bathroom and planted her firmly on her feet in front of the mirror, bending her over so that she propped her elbows on the sink.

"I want us both to see everything," he said.

He squeezed her round buttocks, then slid his hands around to her lower abdomen, which was trembling with want again. He pressed his fingers softly into her flesh as she arched her back and he penetrated her from behind. He sighed toward the ceiling upon sensing her renewed softness and readiness. Her wide pink mouth tensed and gasped in the mirror. Locking his eyes with hers, he began to thrust again. She groaned and smiled with pleasure, her eyes peering up hungrily over those expressive brown brows.

Will pushed her hair over one shoulder and traced his hands snakily down her back. She smiled. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her right shoulder with his final thrust.

"Wonderful," he whispered into her ear. "Simply wonderful."

They collapsed into a pile on the tiled floor, holding one another.