Another M rated chapter


Hold Your Hand

Chapter Seven

Sam gasped as he felt Rachel unzip his pants, pulling out his throbbing member, running her hand up and down his shaft. He didn't exactly remember how they had gotten in this position with Rachel sitting on the kitchen counter, her legs wrapped around his waist as they made out heatedly, with open mouths and wet tongues. The only thing that his mind could process at the moment was that Olivia was taking her nap, the two of them were alone, and honestly, neither of them could wait to get to the bedroom.

The brown eyed girl wrapped her arms around his neck as he buried his face into her neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point. Sam reached down and gripped her ass, eliciting a moan from Rachel.

Smiling up at him, mischievously, Rachel used one arm to reach down and grip his dick, again, pumping it up and down, "Fuck!" Sam moaned from the pleasure, bucking his hips against her tiny, smooth hand, her pace tortuously slow. Her thumb moved down and traced the vein on the underside of his hard penis, causing his head to flop back as his jaw dropped open and his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck, fuck fuckfuck!"

Rachel bit her lip as she continued her strokes, more turned on than ever before. She squirmed a little, rubbing her thighs together as she thought about what she wanted her blonde boyfriend to do to her. Closing her eyes, she squeezed his cock a little harder, licking her lips when she felt it throb even more erratically than before, and moved her legs so that they were now wrapped around just one of his denim clad legs; she began to rub herself against the rough denim, desperate to feel some friction against her aching core.

Sam noticed her fidgeting, and smirked, cupping her left breast from the outside of her shirt. Rachel moaned, loving his every touch. She rubbed herself harder against him, her nails digging into his back, "S-Sam…" she whimpered, not able to form the words, "I need you inside of me,". Instead, she squeezed his balls, wishing that he would just stick the organ inside of her, already.

Fuck! Sam thought when he felt his balls in Rachel's hand; he could feel himself beginning to lose control, and they hadn't even begun yet. "Baby, please," he begged, his voice trembling, focusing all of his energy on not exploding right then and there, "can't… can't take it…" he placed his hand over hers, gently removing it from is cock.

The green eyed boy separated his girlfriend's legs, running his hands up and down them. God, he loved those legs; those long, tanned legs that went on for miles. He kissed up the soft skin, to her inner thigh, until he reached her heated center.

Rachel wriggled herself against Sam's mouth when she felt his lips press against the crotch of her panties, "god, Sam. Please." She whined.

Smiling down at her, Sam slowly pulled off her drenched panties, pressing his forehead against hers. He was extremely horny, and Rachel could definitely tell. She loved it when he got like this; when his urges threatened to overpower his mind; his mind would always win of course, which was probably a good thing, she guessed, even though she knew that he would never intentionally hurt her. Though she did wonder (it was really more like 'fantasize') what would happen if his urges were ever to take over; if he were to just walk through the door, one evening, pick her up, carry her to their bedroom, and just fuck her with all of his might.

Rachel was thrown back into reality when she one of his guitar calloused fingers move inside of her, "Oh!" Rachel gasped, thrusting her hips against his hand, "more!" she moaned, her nails scraping along his back. He smirked at her, before pulling his hand away, licking the wetness off of his finger. Rachel whimpered in protest, trying to move his hand back down, to no avail.

Sam positioned the tip of his cock against her slick, wet flaps. Rachel gently took the base of his cock in her right hand, her touch lighter than before. She gently swirled it around just barely inside of her, teasing the both of them. Sam bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut; he couldn't handle any more teasing "baby, please," he whimpered, "please… just fucking do it, already."

And then he was inside of her. Finally! Sam cheered, silently, pressing his lips against hers, "Mmm!" Rachel screamed, the feeling indescribable as she squeezed her legs around his waist. He cupped her ass, slightly lifting her off of the counter. Fuck, her muscles were like a fucking vice, and he was already beginning to struggle holding in his climax.

"Oh!" Rachel's hands moved up to his head, her fingers twisting into his golden blonde hair, "Oh god… oh fuck… right there… don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!"

Sam threw his head back and moaned, "you love it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" he whispered into her ear.

Rachel shivered, tugging at his hair, "Mhm," she whimpered. The petite brunette place her hands on her boyfriend's hips making him speed up his movements.

"And you love it when I talk dirty to you, too, huh?" his teeth nibbled on her earlobe, cupping her ass as he continued to push in and out. Thank god for birth control pills, he prayed silently. He was already out of condoms, and there was no way in hell that he would have been able to wait even a second longer to go up to the drugstore on the corner of Brooksite to go pick up another pack, especially with his raging boner, "oh, baby!" he groaned.

"Yes! Oh god, Sam, yes!" Rachel moaned, tugging harder at his hair, "you're so fucking big, Sammy!"

"You're pussy is so fucking tight!" Sam clenched his teeth; god, she was so fucking sexy that he just couldn't stand it. He'd never wanted to make her cum more than he did now.

"Ooooh!" Rachel whimpered. She was so close; she just needed a little more…

"Come on, baby…" he muttered, "cum for me…" he gripped her ass a little tighter, fucking her harder against the counter, "I know you fucking love it…" Sam stopped for a moment. That might have been just a bit too much for Rachel. He looked down at her, looking for some sign of resentment, for a second. When she simply placed her hands on his ass, pushing him back inside of her, he knew that it was alright, and continued to push into her.

"Sam, Sam, Sa…" Rachel came as she tried to get his name out, her nails clawing at his back as she exploded around him, her insides clenching him even tighter.

"Oh fuck!" Sam screamed as he followed her, emptying himself into her.

Rachel whimpered as she came down from her high. Sam thrust a few more times, riding out his orgasm.

"Wow…" Rachel breathed, resting her head against his shoulder, "that was…"

"Incredible…" Sam finished. He rested his hand on the counter, his legs beginning to feel really unstable

"Yeah…" Rachel agreed. Sam pressed his lips against the top of her head, and just stayed in that position for a few seconds, before lifting his head back up, rubbing soothing circles on Rachel's back. He had no idea why… he just… it just felt right. He couldn't see her face, but he could tell that she was smiling against his chest.

Rachel lifted her head and pushed her boyfriend's blonde bangs away from his emerald green eyes, before giving him another mischievous smile, placing her hand on his ass. Sam returned the smile, before lifting her up, carrying her to their room and locking the door behind them. After undressing each other, the couple used the rest of their time alone to explore the wonders of each other's bodies, tumbling around the bed in a series of moans, groans, whimpers, and 'uhhhhhs'.

X.x.X.x.X.

Rachel couldn't breathe. She felt like her heart was beating one thousand times a second as Sam pressed his forehead against hers, as he breathed heavily; he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her naked body closer to his. Four times. She still couldn't believe that she had just came four times. Sam had given her three orgasms a few times, but never four.

"Damn," she breathed, taking his hand in hers.

"Yeah," Sam nodded, just beginning to regain his normal breathing level, "Damn…" he tucked a lock of her chocolate brown hair behind her ear, "you are the queen of all things sex." He gazed down at her beautiful body. In a weird way, it was actually pretty incredible that he was the only person in the world who was able to see Rachel like this; with her hair sort of messy (sexy messy, though; not scary messy), her eyes opening and closing with drowsiness, and her body completely naked. He was the only person that would ever push in and out of her, and make her scream with ecstasy; the only one that she would ever have a baby with. Now that was one of the coolest things in the world; to him at least.

"You are such a perve," Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes gently resting her hand on his cheek, snuggling in closer to him, "but you're my perve; and I love you."

"I love you too, baby," he whispered, squeezing her hand affectionately. The blonde boy thought for a quick moment before saying, "so I really just rocked your world, just now, huh?"

"Don't be cocky," Rachel giggled, "no pun intended," she smiled "you know, Sam…" she began.

"Mmm hmm?"

"I… I never knew how… fun doing… you know… doing dirty things could be… u-until I met you," she looked down, obviously blushing.

"So… what you're saying is… I'm like a freaking sex god to you?" he asked with a silly wiggle of his eyebrows.

"I guess you can say that," she smiled, but it quickly faded.

"What's wrong?" Sam shook his head in confusion.

"N-nothing," she shook her head, "I… I'm fine, Sam. Honest."

"Rachel," he sighed, "do you think I'm an idiot, or something?"

"No," she shook her head, "of course not; why would you think that?"

"Because I know when my woman ain't happy; and you are not happy."

"What did I tell you about calling me that?"

"You love it… and don't change the subject. Tell me what's wrong."

"Well…" Rachel sighed, "I guess… I… I think I'm…"

"You miss Santana, don't you?"

Damn. He could read her like an open book, "I just… we haven't spoken in almost a month. We've never had a fight like this before, Sam. I honestly don't know what's going on with our friendship, anymore."

"I know, babe. But you still have Britt… and Puckerman," he pressed his lips against her forehead, "and me…"

"But…" Sam could see a single tear roll down Rachel's cheek, "but she's my best friend, Sam; and she's Olivia's godmother… I ... I can't imagine my life without her."

Sam tightened his grip around her. He hated seeing his girlfriend like this; she just looked so upset, "the house just kind of seems… empty without her."

"Maybe you should go talk to her," he suggested.

"What am I supposed to say?"

"I don't know," Sam shrugged, "maybe… apologize?"

"No way!"

"Why not?"

"Because," she sighed, "I didn't do anything wrong; do you think I have?"

"No," he shook his head.

"Then why should I apologize? I'm not the one who had that outburst."

"I know, babe," Sam sighed, "are you alright?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "I…I 'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sam; I'm sure. Can we just not talk about this, right now? No offense, but you're kind of killing my buzz."

"Oh," he chuckled, "is that so?"

Rachel giggle, "sort of."

"And that was just the afternoon; wait until you see what I have planned for tonight," he grazed his hand over her left thigh.

"Not so fast, lover boy," she took his hand off of her thigh and placed it on her back, "I think we've had enough for one day."

"You're no fun," he pouted.

"For your information, I'm extremely fun; at least that's what Finn said.

Sam froze. "W-What are you talking about?"

The petite brunette broke into a fit of giggles, "I'm just kidding, Samuel; you know that you're my guy."

"Don't mess with me like that, Rach," he shook his head, " 's not even funny."

"Blondes are cuter," she whispered into his ear.

"Hell yeah we are," Sam smirked.

"Even if it's an artificial blonde," she rested her head on his chest.

"You know, you're lucky I love you, or else I'd be pretty pissed that you just said that."

"Is that so?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I-"

"Mommy!" Just then, they heard a tiny voice coming from the room across from theirs.

The small girl smiled as she hopped off the bed and picked her clothes up off of the floor, putting on each garment of clothing as fast as she could, shaking her head when she saw that Sam was still just lying there.

"Hey!" she tossed him his jeans, "put your pants pack on!"

Smiling up at her, he reached down and grabbed his boxers from the floor and slipped them on. Rachel squeezed his hand, one final time, before saying, "you'd better be dressed by the time I come back here," and then walked out the door.

The brown eyed girl walked into the room, smiling at her daughter, "Hey Livy."

"Hi Mommy," she raised her arms, "up!"

"Hmm…" she brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face, "can I get a kiss first?"

Olivia leaned in, resting her hand on her mother's shoulder for balance, and pressed her lips against her cheek. Rachel beamed, picking her up in her arms, "who's Momma's baby, hmm? Who's Momma's baby" Olivia giggled, pointed to herself, "yeah, your Momma's baby." She kissed her forehead, "do you wanna see daddy?"

"Yah," Olivia nodded.

"Let's go see daddy," she cooed, walking into the room that she and Sam now shared. Sam was sitting up on the bed (fully clothed, now, thankfully), on his iPhone, checking for texts. When he saw the two of them come in, he put the phone down.

"Hey, Livy," he smiled as Rachel sat down on the bed next to him, letting Olivia go so she could climb in between the two of them, "did you have a good nap?"

"Yah," she nodded, giggling when she felt her father tickle her stomach. She placed her hand on his cheek, pulling it back abruptly.

"What?" Sam raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"Scrahchy," she replied.

"Hmm," Rachel stroked his cheek with the back of her palm, "it looks like daddy needs a shave, huh?" she giggled, placing a kiss on his faint whiskers, "I think it's cute."

"My daddy!" Olivia buried her face into Sam's white t-shirt. Sam and Rachel looked at each other before bursting into fits of laughter

"Aw Livy, we can't share daddy? I mean, I let you live in my apartment, I cook for you… you can share daddy with me, can't you"

The toddler looked up at the ceiling, as if she were thinking long and hard about the question, " 'kay," she finally said, snuggling in closer to the both of them.

Sam smiled at the two of them. It was amazing how much they looked alike. They both had that extremely distinct, beautiful nose that he was crazy about. Their brown hair was the exact same shade of brown, and their skin the same silky white skin. Although Olivia got the emerald green color of her eyes from him, they had the same shape as Rachel's. It was obvious where she had gotten her lips from. Her large, pink lips were an exact copy of his own; though they seemed to look perfect on her beautiful face, "Oe tute," he murmured.

"What does that mean?" Rachel asked curiously.

The green eyed boy looked down at his daughter and then at his girlfriend before saying, "my girls."

The petite brunette smiled her thousand watt smile, "I love you."

He smiled back at her, "I love you, too."

Rachel leaned around Olivia so she could whisper, "Forever?" into her boyfriend's ear.

"Forever," he replied, wrapping his arms around the two of them.

.X.x.X.x.X.

Sam sighed as he walked down the hallway of Santana and Brittany's apartment building. He knew that Rachel really didn't want him to get involved, but seriously, how could he not? His girl was hurting; Rachel was unhappy, and he could tell.

He really did wonder, sometimes, why Rachel was such good friends with Santana. She was sort of mean to everyone; not that he really had the right to talk shit about her (or at least not back in high school). During their junior year, the Latina had been nothing but nice to him. Sure she had threatened to cut off his testicals while he was sleeping if he was ever to hurt or prove to be unfaithful to Rachel, but that was only because she cared immensely about the petite brunette, as did he. Hell, Santana would defend him whenever Finn would make some jackass comment about his and Rachel's relationship.

He knocked on the door, once he made it to their apartment. After waiting for about a minute, the door swung open, revealing Brittany's face, "Hi Sam," the blue eyed girl smiled when she saw him. Brittany had always been sort of a breath of fresh air during glee club. She might not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but she was always sweet and kind to everyone, and her intentions were always pure, "what's going on?"

"Not a lot, really," he shrugged, "is Santana here?"

"Yeah, just give me a sec," Brittany began to walk away, when she realized that she had left the other blonde standing in the doorway, "sorry about that," she took his hand and lead him to the couch before screaming, "San!", across the hallway.

"Yeah babe?" he heard another voice call from far away.

"Sam's here!"

"Sam who?"

"Sam. You know, Rachel's Sam!"

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Yeah!"

Sam then heard Santana murmur something in Spanish, but he couldn't really tell what it meant. The blond boy looked around for a quick minute before asking, "hey, did Santana's grandma leave, or something?"

"No," Brittany shook her head, "she's just taking a nap in the guest room."

"Oh," Sam smirked internally, The old woman's nap time is the same as Olivia's.

Just then, the two of them heard footsteps coming into the room. Santana stood there, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a gray sweatshirt that had the words University of Julliard printed on the front (he assumed that it belonged to Brittany; Rachel had told him that the ditsy blonde had been given a dance scholarship to the school).

"What the hell do you want, trouty?" she barked, folding her arms across her chest.

"Santana," he sighed, "I need to talk to you about Rachel."

"Well, I have nothing to say to or about either one of you. I mean, you can't actually look me in the eye right now and tell me that you really do care about Rachel and Olivia. If you did then you wouldn't have left them alone. I'd never seen something so low and disgusting… until just a few weeks ago, when Rachel threw me, the person who's helped her through her entire pregnancy and has helped take care of her daughter on a daily basis, under the bus, just to defend you."

"Look, Santana. I know what I did was horrible, and I feel terrible about it. I'm sorry, and Rachel has realized that. I love her and Olivia with all my heart, and I'm not leaving. And Rachel?" he sighed, "Rachel really misses you, Santana. I can tell."

"Why should she miss me? She has you, doesn't she?"

"Well, apparently," he let out a light chuckle, "I'm not good enough to take your place."

The Latina shot him a small smile, but it faded just seconds after, "but you shouldn't get to have Olivia. It's… it's not fair!"

"What?" Sam shook his head in confusion.

"You walked out on your girlfriend, and you come back two years later, and then you get a child of your own. A child that you've made. Do you have any idea what I'd do to be able to have that?"

"But you can always-"

"Adopt?" she interrupted, "yeah, that's a possible solution, but it's not the same, Sam." The green eyed boy could see the smallest of tears, glistening in the corner of her eye, "it's not the same as holding a child that you and the woman you love have made, and say, 'I made this child'. You have that with Olivia. But me? I'm never going to have that feeling."

"Wow Santana," Sam murmured, not exactly sure what to say, "I-I had no idea you felt like that."

"Well," she shrugged, dabbing her eyes on the sleeve of her sweatshirt, "I do… it's fine, though. I mean, lately, I've been getting used to people not really caring about how I feel; you know, with my grandma here, and all."

"Santana, why don't you just stand up to her? If I had a relative who didn't accept my sexuality, and that treated Rachel like crap, then I would."

"But it's easy for you, Sam! You're straight! No one's going to judge you or Rachel when you show any PDA, because everyone accepts it! Do you know that I've been wanting to propose to Brittany for almost two months now, but have been too afraid of my grandma's reaction to actually do it?"

"You shouldn't have to hide who you are, though. You're like, one of the awsomest people I know," he smiled, "or at least you were; you know, before you started hating on me every two minutes."

"yeah; that really can't be fun for you, can it?"

"Not really, no," he chuckled, "so… are we cool?"

"Yeah," she smiled up at him, "we're cool."

"So…" he paused for a moment, "what about Rachel?"

"Apologize, I guess," Santana shook her head, "I really did fly off the handle a few weeks ago, huh?"

"Yeah… kind of…" he nodded.

"Does this mean I get to see Livy, again?" Brittany asked, stepping in between the two of them, " 'cause I really miss her, and she has all the cool dolls."

"Yes," Sam nodded and chuckled, "you can."

.X.x.X.x.X.

Rachel sighed as she sank into her living room couch, remote control in hand. It wasn't often that she got this; me time. But Sam had taken Olivia to the park that particular afternoon, so she got to enjoy some time to herself. She turned on the television and flipped the channel. That 70's show; it was one of her very few guilty pleasures; the fact that she hadn't watched a show without talking animals in quite a while made it even better.

Just then, she heard a knock on the door. Sighing, the small girl got up off the couch and walked up to the door. She opened the door to find Santana standing in the doorway.

"S-San?" her jaw dropped.

"Hey Rach," the Latina smiled at her friend.

"W-What are you doing here?" Rachel shook her head in confusion.

"I came here for two things."

The petite brunette crossed her arms, "sorry Santana, but Olivia isn't here so you can't play with her, and Sam isn't here so you can't continue to insult him."

"I'm not here for that," she shook her head.

"Then why are you-"

"I'm really sorry, Rach. I-I didn't give Sam a second chance. But… now I know that he really cares about you… and my goddaughter, so… I'll… I'll back off."

Rachel smiled up at her, "it's alright; you were just trying to protect me and Livy, and I know that… but I do see where you were coming from. I do think that I might have forgiven Sam a little too quickly… it's just… when I'm with him… I feel… I feel like nothing in the world can ever hurt me… and… he makes me laugh. And I know that some people might think that his impressions are lame, but… I love them. He's just… one of the most beautiful people I've ever met, and… god, I've just missed him so much."

"I think I know what you mean," she smiled, "which brings me two the second reason why I'm here."

"What?"

She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a little black box. Before the petite brunette could question it, Santana opened it up, revealing a diamond ring. Rachel's eyes grew wide, "Is… is that a…"

"Yes, it's an engagement ring… for Brittany…"

"San, it's beautiful," Rachel gushed.

"Yeah," Santana nodded in agreement.

"So…"

"So?"

"So when are you going to ask her?"

"Soon," she sighed, "sometime very soon."

"That's… that's really great," she smiled at her.

"So… we're good?" Santana asked.

"Yeah," Rachel smiled, "we're good," she pulled the Latina into a hug. Now Rachel had everything. She had an adorably dorky boyfriend, a beautiful daughter, and now she had her best friend back. She couldn't ask for anything more.


Hey guys! I have some bad news. So, I've just learned that the same person that has stolen the first chapter of 'Taking Chances' (Puckleberryisoffthechain) has stolen the first two chapters of this story. The story is called 'The One That Got Away'. The only thing that was changed was Rachel's name to Quinn's. It's really upsetting because I work really hard on all of my stories, and it really stings that someone would claim it as their own. I've PMed the author, but so far, just like the last time, there was no response.

On a happier note, I need to tell you guys that you NEED to check out the story 'Accidently on Purpose' by missberryfan if you haven't already. It's an amazing story, and you absolutely won't be dissaopinted! :)

Please review! And I hope that you all have a happy new year!