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M rated, not kidding!


Rachel sat up on the bed, watching Finn walk back from her bathroom. Her eyes raked over his still-naked body, enjoying the sight of the gentle move of his muscles. Seriously, how he could think he's not attractive, she thought. Her breath hitched as she saw his partly swollen member twitch, and she met his intense gaze. She heard her heart thud at recognizing Finn in take-charge mode, which was easily one of her favorite sides of Finn; she loved how he shone when bringing about something he wanted. Right now what he wanted was clearly her. And though he really didn't have to work for that, she felt an extra tingle at how committed to his quest he looked, his demeanor showing that same look of determined pursuit he'd had when winning her back on the stage at Nationals.

Rachel leaned back on her arms, her knees up in front of her, as Finn approached. He sat down on the bed next to her and slowly moved his hand down her far side. She felt she could catch fire from the desire in his eyes. "You're overdressed, Rach," he murmured. "And I have been wondering all day..." he trailed off, rubbing his hand slowly down her leg.

"What? What have you been wondering?" Rachel smiled at Finn, her heart speeding up, the nerves under her skin giving a delightful shiver in response to his touch. Warmth started to pool in her abdomen as he brought his hand back up her leg.

"What's in your stocking," he murmured, leaning over her to lightly rub his lips on hers. "Time I checked." He shifted down, holding her eyes in his for a last moment before lowering his head to the top of her right thigh, pressing his lips to it as he carefully undid the garter. He slowly rolled the stocking down her leg, stroking her bare skin firmly behind it. Rachel gasped and let her head fall back, drinking in the sensation of it. He removed the stocking from her foot and lightly kissed her instep, sending a delicious jolt shooting up to her spine. Then he paused. After a moment Rachel raised her head, disappointed at the loss of contact; her heart thumped as she found Finn's desire-filled eyes staring at her. A moment later he repeated the process with her left stocking, this time with her watching his head and hands move down her leg. The slow torture of his touch was exquisite. Oh how she'd wanted and dreamed about this.

Her legs both bare, Finn crawled back up to kiss her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, then nibbling at her neck until she moaned. Rachel skimmed her hand down his back to grip his buttock, but was disappointed when he stopped his own attentions to put his hand over hers, preventing her movement.

"Please... don't do that," Finn said huskily, removing her hand. Rachel was confused. "I really want to do this for you and I don't think I can if you touch me like that," he explained. "You know how fast you get me going."

"All right," Rachel breathed, squeezing his hand briefly, then pulling hers back. Finn was the only one who could bring this out of her, who had her trust enough that she could cede control and actually enjoy being vulnerable and letting someone else be in charge, of anything really. Though it didn't hurt that what he did with that control felt so good. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, full of love and want. He leaned forward and kissed her again, trailing his mouth down her throat to kiss between her breasts. Rachel closed her eyes, letting herself only feel. His mouth worried at her neck again.

"You're going to have to help me out a little here," his voice came huskily as he moved one of her arms to around his shoulders. She tightened the hold and felt herself lifted. "That's it." His hands caressed her back and slipped beneath her bra clasp to release it. He stroked down her spine and then settled her back onto the bed.

He gently loosened and removed her bra, then she heard his breath catch. "You're so beautiful, Rach," he said softly, and Rachel felt herself warm from the sound of his voice alone. "I love you so much." His hands, fingers long, strong and calloused from drumming, caressed up her sides and started to massage her bare breasts. He slipped his tongue back into her mouth as he continued, rubbing her nipples as they kissed. Then he let her breathe for a moment before dropping his mouth to take in a nipple, slowly sucking it and rolling it with his tongue. She moaned and clutched his head, starting to rock a little with pleasure. He turned his attentions to her other breast, licking, probing, sucking, sending jolts through her. Her hand threaded in his hair as she gasped out his name.

Finn's mouth traced lower as he moved down her body. Then his fingers slid under the garter belt, slowly sweeping it and her lace panties down her legs and off to bare her completely.

Then... nothing. She could feel Finn kneeling between her open legs, but she kept her eyes closed and listened to her heart race as her anticipation built. A gasp ripped from her throat as she felt a sudden puff of air, Finn's focused breath, stir the hair at her cleft.

Oh God, Finn. He hadn't even touched her there and it already felt so good. Rachel squirmed as Finn's lips pressed lightly against the skin below her belly button, and then she felt him breathe on her again.

Her breath hitched.

Then she felt something strong, soft and warm probing her, parting her slick folds to slide inside her, and oh god that's his tongue... Rachel moaned loudly and started to writhe. His arm went over her, holding her steady as he continued his oral attentions, now licking her clit. "F-Finn..."

He'd never done this before. And how it felt... God, Finn. She'd known his mouth was talented, but this... A profound moan was wrenched from her throat as he pressed his fingers into her, the tip of his tongue probing her clit again. The intense pleasure was almost unbearable. His arm kept her in position as she rocked her hips, needing him deeper and deeper. Harder. More. Finn. She soared, her moans incoherent.

"Let yourself go," Finn whispered, and she could feel him as well as hear him. "I'll catch you." His tongue rubbed harder and faster as he curled his fingers inside her. She arched and fell back with a wordless cry as ecstasy crashed around her.

In her daze, Rachel felt Finn crawl to lie alongside her and wrap her in his arms.

"You taste really good yourself," Finn whispered.

Rachel panted, still reeling. "You'll eat anything," she gasped eventually.

Finn chuckled. "Found a new favorite dish." And he kissed her, slowly, sensually, the familiar taste of his mouth laced with something that was definitely her.

Rachel turned to face him, feeling more stimulation as her nipples brushed against his chest. She opened her eyes to meet his, seeing the need there and the clench in his jaw that betrayed how much self-control he'd been using to keep himself in check. Oh, my wonderful Finn. She was still peeling herself off the ceiling from how high he'd sent her, and yet he also made her feel so cherished, so loved, her heart touched even more than her body. She stroked his head and kissed him back, raising her leg to wrap around him, feeling her arousal rebuild, wanting not just the pleasure of his touch but all of him, everything Finn was.

Finn pulled away, turning to grab a condom from her nightstand. He gritted his teeth as he rolled it on, still clearly fighting hard to stay in control. Rachel pulled him back to her, stroking down his back to grip his buttocks. The feel of him pressing hard against her abdomen made her want nothing more than to tilt up and take him in, her center a void that desperately needed to be filled.

Rachel shivered as Finn ground against her. "Please, Finn," she whimpered. "I need you." She rolled onto her back as he moved over her.

Finn stroked down her leg, then raised it, bringing it between them to hook her foot over his shoulder, a position that was rapidly becoming a favorite. His lips caressed her ankle as his hand slid back to her thigh, then lower still to fondle her ass, his fingertips dipping inside her again. She felt so slick, and open, and she just needed him. Now.

She moaned as she felt him enter, driving slowly into her, his pleasure suffusing his face. Their eyes met briefly. She hooked her free leg around him, pulling him deeper, reeled by just how much she felt at the sensation of him hard within her and his firm body against hers. Then he lowered his head and started to move, pumping in and out. His hand worked her clit in counter-rhythm to his thrusts, sending her skyward again. She swept her hand slowly up his back, feeling skin and muscle and strength and Finn, Finn...

"God, Rach!" Finn was panting, accelerating the rhythm, rubbing against her breast as he moved. His lips found her neck. Rachel's nerves were on fire, and the tension built to near-unbearable levels. Then Finn's hand suddenly altered its rhythm against her, and she tipped over the edge, his name on her lips, arms spasming and clutching him to her as he shuddered his own release.

Finn rolled to one side and collapsed, still panting. Rachel looked at him, the sight of the dopey grin on his face adding to her own intense pleasure.

"That was..." Finn exhaled, opening his eyes and gazing at her in wonder. "Wow." He kissed her lightly. "Rach, I -" he cut himself off, meeting her eyes, exhaling again as his breath slowed.

"Yes," Rachel replied, stroking his face. "I – yes."

"I don't have any words good enough for that." He stroked her shoulder slowly. "Do you?"

"Oh..." Rachel was still coming down. "Amazing, incredible, spectacular... they all seem too small."

"We'll need to make up our own."

"Sure," she breathed. "When my brain works again. Like tomorrow, or next week..."

Finn chuckled and wrapped his arm around Rachel.

"Only one word describes how I feel right now," she murmured.

"Oh yeah?"

"Finn."

"Yeah, Rach, what's the word?"

"That's the word. Finn. It's the only thing in my head when I feel like this."

"That's my name, Rach," Finn whispered in her ear, amused.

"I know. Nothing else really matters right now but you." She rolled onto her side, and snuggled into him. "I love you, Finn."

"I love you too," Finn said softly. "And I love this, this was a really great idea."

"Getting naked?" Rachel smiled.

"Yeah. It's like we're even closer, we're part of each other." He held her closely nestled against him, her cheek on his chest, her arm around his waist, their legs intertwined. "I had no idea it was possible to feel this amazing."

"Neither did I," Rachel whispered, and felt Finn kiss her forehead. She tilted her head back slowly to look up at him. "Merry Christmas, Finn." He kissed her lips in reply.

They lay together like this for a while, Finn stroking Rachel's hair. Eventually Finn groaned. "I hate to move, Rach, but I need to clean up," he said.

"Mmm-kay." Rachel loosened her hold on his waist to let him slip out. She turned onto her back as Finn sat up. He stood and gazed down at her.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful than you right now," Finn murmured.

Rachel smiled. "But I must be a mess."

"You're a gorgeous mess. And it's a very special kind of mess," Finn explained as Rachel blushed. His eyes raked her bare body, and her self-consciousness vanished at his obvious appreciation. "I think I could get used to this nakedness thing."

Rachel thought of something that might be even better, and sat up. "Well how about if I put one thing on..."

"Nooo," Finn protested. "Just let me look at you like this."

"Trust me." She opened the jewelry box beside her bed, took out her 'Finn' necklace, and put it on. "How's this?" She smiled up at him.

Finn gazed at her, agape. After a moment he grinned. "Okay."

"Just 'okay'?" Rachel pouted.

"Sexiest thing in the world," Finn elaborated. "But I think I'm going to have to change my sheets a lot more because I am going to dream about you like this."

Rachel blushed again, then looked at her boyfriend's still-naked form. "This'll have to do to give me sweet dreams until I get back."

"Speaking of sweet dreams..." Finn smiled. "I'll be right back." He grabbed his boxers from where they lay with his jeans, and went to the bathroom.

Rachel got up and looked at herself in her dresser mirror. Between her unkempt hair and the sweat on her body, not to mention her swollen lips and the shine of her nipples where Finn had licked, she was indeed a mess. A very well-loved mess. And she felt incredible, still buzzing from her orgasms and a bit aroused from Finn's attentions and obvious appreciation. But did he ever tire me out. She took a pair of plain white cotton panties from her dresser and put them on, along with Finn's undershirt. On her it was more of a loose minidress.

Finn saw her as he emerged from the bathroom, clad in his boxers. "Hey, you're stealing my shirt again," he mock-complained.

"I told you I'd get it if I wanted it. You can take it back in the morning." Rachel gave him a light kiss as she passed him by on her way into the bathroom. "I have to wear something or I'll never get to sleep." She quickly cleaned herself up, brushing her teeth and arranging her hair a little. Still tousled but not completely unkempt. Returning to her bedroom, she saw he was already beneath the covers and smiled at him as she turned off her desk lamp.

Finn returned her smile. "You have a room full of clothes," he teased. "But I have to admit you do look really cute, even if I like you better naked."

"You're not naked," Rachel said, getting into bed next to him and wrapping the covers around them both. She turned off her bedside lamp, and they lay together in the dark.

"I have to protect my equipment, it's kinda vulnerable," Finn explained, drawing her close into his side. "And me going without a shirt is close enough."

"Well I don't think I can sleep if I don't have at least a shirt on, not right next to you," she admitted.

"Oh... does that mean I turn you on too much?" Finn whispered teasingly in her ear.

Rachel giggled. "Something like that." She maneuvered herself a little so that her nipples weren't brushing right up against him - they were still rather sensitive, and despite how much he'd tired her out she was still somewhat aroused by his proximity. Morning, she told herself. She gloried in the feel of his long body pressed next to hers, and his strong arm around her. Falling asleep with Finn was one of her favorite things ever. She sighed happily and snuggled into him further.

They murmured goodnights and endearments to each other, interspersed with kisses, and eventually fell asleep.


A/N: This would be a good place to end it, but I've sketched out a whole lot more, including things resembling a story plot. Chapters should come faster now. - HLine