AN: Sorry about the long wait for this update guys, my PC was having problems. Anyway, ready for some Fireman Finn and Broadway Babe Rachel? Here ya go, enjoy!
Chapter 4: Strange New World
They've settled into this new strange world now, full of bright lights and sights that are neverending and new to these fresh eyes.
They've been careful with their trysts too since the incident of his stepbrother and her best friend walking in on their whipped cream sex session. She has to be quiet and he kind of misses the way he could make her scream, sometimes she even hit a high C. They're in the shower now, taking their morning routine rinse, she's scrubbing him with the bath exfoliator as the water streams down their bodies, her hands massaging every curve of her naked wet frame as her hair flows along her shoulders. She looks like one of those amazonian beauties right now or a nymph bathing in the sea and he has an urge to ram her against the wall and fuck her senseless but it's 6am, they both have to get ready for work and his brother is asleep in the next room.
She's going off to an audition after her shift at the bar and he's going to help her run lines during his lujnch break at the station, he feels relieved they found jobs close by or otherwise he would have missed her so much it wouild have killed him. She covers herself petite soaking frame in one of their massive bath towels until it engulfs her and he smirks at how adorable, cute and beautiful she is all at once. Not to mention sexy as hell.
She smiles back with shy eyes as he leans forward to brush the wet hair sticking to her face, stroking her cheeks tenderly and edging to swllow her bottom lip with him mouth as she moans into the kiss, his tongue sneaking in to the contours of her succulent mouth as he tastes her cherry flavour. She's iressistable and so is he, as she brushes her towel covered body against his stark naked one, the hardness of his erection brushing against her bare upper thigh as he grunts, her hands circling around it as she stroke him softly slowly as they kiss until the air out of their lung give out, gasping for breath.
His large hands unclasps the knot of the towel on the peek of her breasts, as he finds the exposed flesh he kneads her round globes as she lets out a raspy breathy moan, arching her neck so he can smother her jaw with kisses, biting into her skin gently to leave a distinct mark.
'Finn!'
She's swatting him now and he can;t help but chuckle at her outburst.
'I can't go to work with a hickey!'
She breaks free of their embrace as he wraps to towel around them, both their frontals now covered with the cotton material as his hands circle her delicate waist.
'So what? It will let the punters know you're taken and they won't hit on you.'
She swats his bare chest repeatedly. 'You possessive territorial incorrigable man!'
He chuckles as he nuzzles her hair, running his fingers through her damp locks.
'I love you, you drama queen.'
He pokes his tongue out as he wraps her arms around her chest, making the cloth fall from their bodies to leave her naked, he eyes her hungrily, licking his lips as she starts to walk away to get dressed, his hands clasp her arm to stop her.
'Let's have some fun.'
'Finn, we can't. If we get dirty, we'll need to shower all over again and I need to get to Brooklyn in 2 hours to set up the place and you need to get ready to put out fires.'
She's rambling and it's so cute it hurts.
He steps towards her and pulls her to him by the waist, kissing her temple to calm her down.
'Come on, I'm not gonna see you for a full 12 hours.' He pouts for effect and she melts.
Works like a charm.
'10 minutes.'
He squeals and tackles her on to bed, her naked body writhing beneath him as he plants kisses all over her, kisses her jaw, then her pulse, then trailing butterfly kisses on her chest, flikcing her breasts with his tongue until her nipples harden while she lets out a moan, his hands find her spot to finger her core, drawing smooth circles around her clit as she lets out breathy sounds from her throat, drying up at his touch.
'Finn...'
He kneels down and flicks his tongue out until he finds her lobes, sucking on them as she grips his messy hair, he continues to lick her walls as she tightens around his mouth, tasting her fresh soapy smell as she arches her back, he kneels up on his elbows to look at her, taking his mouth in hers so she can taste herself, his teeth biting her lips and bruising them from the harsness of his kisses as his erectipon brushes on the flat pannel of her belly.
'Baby, you taste so good in the morning.' His voice is hoarse and that just does things to her as she flips them over to lather his taut body built like a horse, stroking his pecs and massaging his muscled torso as he lays on his back eyeing her with as much passion in his eyes as there is in hers right now.
Her hands form a glove around his erect member as he grunts, closing his eyes at the sensation thrilling through his body like electricity as she fondles him, stroking him gently with her small hands. She pushes her pelvis into his crotch and rides him, his eyes watching her breasts bounce at the friction. He's so big and she's so small but somehow they fit.
They pass out from their highs and climax together, falling flat against the cushions and the welcoming mattress now soaked from their juices and their lovemaking. She gets up to dry herself with her towel and picks out her outfit as he admires her butt as she bends over. He's staring so entranced by her he doesn't feel the pillow hit his face as she wacks him.
'Get up, Mr Fireman!'
He smirks, coming up the most devilish idea for how they can spend their evening tonight.
She starts packing her oversized bag with the manuscript of the play.
He flings his vest over his head and slips on his jeans and jacket.
'So what play is this again?'
'It's West Side Story. I'm up for the part of Maria. She embarks on an affair with Tony, a descendant from a rival gang in the Italian town and it's all forbidden love and gang warfare and he dramatics. I'm sure I made you watch it on DVD...unless you feel asleep.'
As she babbles on, he open their vanity drawer by the bed and finds a gleaming gold necklace, it has a diamond pendant and a star across its chain, his hands lift it from the case where it's been hiding behind all her other accessories.
'Hey Rach?'
She's tucking in her white fitted shirt into her pencil skirt when she turns. 'Yes?'
'Remember this?'
Her eyes shimmer as she gasps. 'The star necklace.'
His voice breaks with emotion. 'You're my star, Rach and you need to wear this, so you never forget how to shine.'
Her eyes water a little from his heartfelt words as he steps toward her, still half undressed.
'Thank you.' She whispers like a feeble child and he spalys the gold chain on her dainty neck, clasping it shut at the back as it falls afront her blouse.
'Beautiful.'
Her hands play with the star pendant.
His hands cup her face as her own hands cover his, their eyes meeting.
'Youre gonna knock them dead, baby. I know it.' He says it with so much conviction, she's a tad alarmed by how much he believes in her.
'You think? What if I'm not pretty enough or too young or just not star material for them?' Her voices wavers with doubt and his heart aches.
He tilts her face to meet his adoring gaze.
'I know it.'
She helps him put on his jacket as she slings her bag over her shoulder.
'Baby, what's in that bag, It's light half your size.' He scrunches up his eyebrows.
'It's my outfit for the audition, the manuscript, my makeup, my purse, extra shoes, products and my hair stuff.'
'When did you become Kurt?' He asks jokingly.
'Hey! It doesn't hurt to be prepared.'
'There's being prepared and organised and there's well...being crazy. Are you sure your comfortable, I mean that bag looks heavy baby.'
'I'm fine'.
He wraps his arms around her shoulders, leading their way to the bus stop to take them to Brooklyn as she begins to hum an unfamiliar tune.
'What's that?'
'Tonight.'
'Huh?'
'It's a song Maria sings.'
'Oh, it's nice.' He kisses her cheek.
'I'll meet you at the bar around noon ok?'
'Sure thing, baby.'
The hours drag on at the station. Since he's a junior fireman, he still gets lumbered with all this paperwork instead of being put on the field, the fun stuff. He wears the bright flourescent jacket and jumpsuit, heading toward to the staffroom as he whistles on. His mind is clobbered with images of his naked girlfriend and his throat runs dry as he recollects his memory of their morning activities. God, he misses her already and it's only 3 hours.
She's wiping the counter top and puttign out the snacks on the table when the phone rings, her manager intent in his copy of the sports amagazine he's reading. She walks toward the bar and picks up the receiver.
'Hello. This is Rachel from the Dragonfly.'
'I miss you.'
His voice stills her heartbreak.
'Finn! You'll see me in 2 hours. I miss you too.' She laughs lightly and hangs up.
They run lines over the lunch break, his elbows on the bar stool and her chin on the desk as she recites her lines. She's so cute when she's in her element, her nose scrunches up in concentration and her eyes shut as she memorises her lines, acting them out and blowing him away with her perfomance.
'That was great baby.' He claps proudly as she bubble up with a sheepish smile.
'Really?'
'Yeah, you got it down.'
He eyes the place crowded with suited men and cigar smoke brewing in the air as she coughs.
His hands rub her back. 'You okay, baby?'
'Yeah, just a lot of smokers here, kind of new.'
He doesn't know much about New York but it sure is different here. People dress more grown up and he's used to flannel than silk suits and gowns crowding a bar.
The people her look like models or scholars, all polished and shining like a fine penny while he walks in with his scruff.
It feels like a big sea he's swimming in, with all these pretty fish and he's a tiny tuna, marching on like a newbie. He definitely is still the small town boy in the big city.
Her break is nearly over and he gulps his orange juice, biting into his beef burger as she watches him.
'How can you eat so much junk and look like you?'
He eats like a horse and he's 6 ft tall a giant so it doesn't surprise him her tiny frame can only manage half his portions.
'Cos I'm a guy and plus being a fireman really pays off with the workout.'
She flutters her eyelashes and looks at him seductively. 'You do look good in uniform.'
Her hands stroke the front of his uniform jacket as her eyes her hands.
He can't wait for her to take his unform off of him tonight.
