Warning: SMUT ahead, hopefully semi-tasteful smut, but smut all the same.
Frankly, I struggled a little with this chapter. I have always enjoyed writing sex scenes, but I wanted to keep the rating at T for several reasons, thus the struggle. I hope I have succeeded. Apologies to anyone who feels I have not.
Last chapter Recap: Kurt, Rachel and Finn spend the day in NYC. After bidding adieu to Kurt, Rachel and Finn get caught in a downpour and heated moments follow...
I Melt with You
I was shivering by the time we made our way to my apartment door, and I don't think it was because I was soaked to the skin by the sudden New York rainstorm. Actually, I felt kind of...hot...Well, Finn did have me pressed against the door, pretty much holding me upright. My knees had probably stopped functioning long ago. Our mouths tangled in repeated open-mouth kisses, drinking the rain drops from each others lips. His long fingers splayed in my hair against my scalp, as his thumbs pressed at my jaw, tilting my head to deepen our kisses. Our tongues apparently had minds of their own as they tangled around each other. The only sounds to be heard in the empty hallway, were the whispers of our breathing and the gentle drips of the rain that fell from our wet clothing onto the tile floor.
Oh...this was...incredible. Like coming home after a long absence to a huge surprise party in your honor. It was, we were, the same but so much better, so much more than I remembered. Finn's tall, supple frame bent around mine. This … if we could just have this, I knew we could work everything else out. As I pressed myself into his heat, of this I was certain.
After what could have been seconds or hours, he drew back and looked at me, his eyes hooded. So much, so much emotion in those beautiful eyes now focused on me. "Rach, are you sure? Because if I... take you in there, I ...I don't think I'll be able to stop. I need you. I...", he shut his eyes tightly for a second and then opened them to look at me, " ...I want you so much." He was gasping a little, and it was disconcertingly sexy to see him so stirred up under the power of his desire.
If I had any doubts (I did not.), they would have been gone after that. I raised my shaky hands from his shoulders and placed them on his rain-dampened face. As my thumb trailed over the corner of his mouth, it twitched up into one of his half smiles I loved so much. That was when I finally emerged from my kiss-induced haze enough to realize that Finn was trembling, too.
"Finn, you're trembling... are you... cold?" studying him with concern, "We should go in, get dried off..."
He let out a short gust of a raspy laugh, "No, babe, I'm trembling because of you. You make me tremble."
Well, what was I to do with that statement? First- kiss him senseless, in hopes of showing him at least a fraction of the fierce passion and love I felt for him. Second- get him into my apartment and out of our clothes as quickly as possible. It took me several tries to get all three locks unlocked, but finally, the door swung open.
Finn carried me to my bedroom in four resolute strides. The apartment was dark, except for the watery light filtering through the windows. Strange liquid designs were projected around the shadowy room as light passed through the rivulets of rain running down the window panes. All was hushed and still, though I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears over the rain. Finn lowered me to my feet by my bed. As my body slid clingingly down the length of his, he groaned softly.
Surprised I could still stand, I took a small faltering step away from him and grasped the open edges of his plaid shirt in my fingers, pushing it off his shoulders and down his long arms. His t-shirt followed, making a wet plop on the floor of my room when it fell from him. He toed off his shoes, and I unbuttoned his pants, which then rode very low on his lean hips. Somehow, my dress was pushed from my shoulders, and, like a pink waterfall, fell down my body over my legs to pool at my feet. His eyes flickered over me hungrily, as I fought to stand there in my pink bra and panties and return his gaze.
We stood facing each other for a few moments in the odd half-light. He looked the same yet different, my beloved Finn. I had always enjoyed the contrasts between us, his large powerful frame dwarfing my much smaller feminine one. These differences seemed magnified now after long months of absence.
Rising on my tiptoes, I placed slow kisses along his collarbone, trailing my lips down his bare chest to rest over his heart, where I placed another soft kiss. He inhaled sharply, and reached out for me, hands grasping my waist. Dipping his head to drop warm kisses at my throat, his exhalation skittered over my skin, making it prickle. "You taste like rain," he murmured, as his lips followed a similar path downward over my chest.
Arousal thrummed through my body, pooling at my center. Had that throaty gasp come from me or him? Had I really pushed him onto his back onto my bed? Oh, how magnificent... Finn lying there, the firm contours of his torso bathed in the wavering light and shadows playing across his pectoral muscles, abdomen and beyond...
How I wanted him! Had I ever wanted anything more? I stood between Finn's knees, while his slitted eyes gazed up at me with open desire, but he remained still, save his rapid breathing. He seemed to be asking a silent question- waiting for the answer, to which I nodded my head slightly. His sensitive palms came up to lightly brush over my thighs, abdomen and breasts, removing the remaining scraps of fabric that had concealed me from him.
His eyes flared, they burned. I moved over him, melting with him, onto him. His fingers flexed at my hips, as I hovered on the precipice. Suddenly, he was everywhere at once, but still I couldn't get close enough. So close...now on my back, his face over mine, in murky shadows, save the glimmer of his dark eyes. I moved restlessly under him...wanting...needing...aching. Then, we were sharing endless kisses that mirrored our other movements- our bodies clutching, grasping, reaching... Suddenly, the world exploded into a million shimmering stars, but my eyes were open, and he was there just above me, just there. I knew he saw them, too.
He rained many tiny kisses over my face, eyelids, cheeks, ears, and neck, all the while, whispering over and over "I love you...always you and me..."
I took his hand in mine, lacing our fingers together, and placed them on my bare chest, holding it over my heart, laying my other hand in the corresponding spot over his heart, "I melt with you."
If nothing else, this chapter has inspired me to write a naughty M-rated one-shot of Finchel sex. Be on the look out for that, if that is your cup of tea.
Thanks so much for reading!
