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Part Eight

Rachel Barbra Hudson knew she had many things in life to be happy about.

First of all, she was living in the best city in the entire world, where just walking around someplace like Times Square was comparable to strolling through the Milky Way, (which was extremely appropriate considering Rachel herself was indeed a star in her own right).

Her closest friends lived literally a subway or taxi cab ride away, always available if she needed to talk, or just give in to her karaoke addiction. Santana, Kurt, and Blaine weren't just her best friends- they were her NYC Family, and she couldn't have asked for a better one.

And of course, there was her husband. Her Finn.

If she had been told back in high school where she and Finn would eventually end up- living in a shoebox apartment in New York City, married and completely in love- she would have laughed.

Those were the dreams of a little girl, surely. No one got everything they ever wanted- which was affirmed and reaffirmed to her countless times back then.

But here they were. And Rachel couldn't believe how lucky she was. How lucky they were.

Of course, there was also performing. Out of everything she had, her talent was something that she never doubted, something she'd hung her hat on when the rest of her life seemed bleak and unclear. There were few feelings greater, and no better high.

She was a performer, through and through.

Which was why tonight was so amazing, so wonderful, so gratifying.

Leaning into her husband's side, Rachel couldn't suppress her excitement. Every inch of her body was filled with energy- her feet were bouncing, her fingers taping, her hips moving to the music in her head. Her face was the give-away though- Rachel hadn't stopped smiling since the curtain went down two hours before.

Opening the door to their apartment, Finn let go of Rachel's waist in order to grab the three arrangements of flowers he'd insisted on bringing her. Rachel had gently scolded him when he had surprised her with the immense amount of roses and lilies after the show, but secretly she loved that he'd gone through so much trouble, and wasted no time burying her face in them.

"I think tonight is officially the best night of my life." Twirling into the apartment, Rachel giggled as she spread her arms wide and spun in circles, her dress fluttering out and her heart exploding with happiness.

Running her hands through her hair, she glanced back at her husband, who was casually leaning against the closed door of their apartment, loosening his tie and looking at her with amusement.

"What?" She asked breathily, her heart beating in her ears and her face flushed.

"You were amazing tonight, you know." He repeated for the hundredth time, pushing off the door as he threw off his jacket. "I've never heard you sing better."

"Honestly?"

Pulling her against his chest slowly, his signature smirk appearing on his face, he nodded, bending down to give her a lazy kiss.

Pulling back, Rachel snuggled against his chest, sighing contently. It really had been the best night.

Closing her eyes, she remembered the feeling of being taken over, an intense fire filling her to the brim and escaping out of every pour as soon as she stepped on that stage. Singing in front of a packed audience, every sense and every nerve alive with electricity- it was addicting.

"I always knew you would be a star- you always have been." Rachel wrapped her arms tighter around her husband as he murmured the words into her hair. Lifting her head off his chest, Rachel reached up on her tip-toes and whispered how much she loved him before pulling his face to her's.

Finn caressed her back, moving his lips down her neck, the wet trail made by his tongue causing her to shiver. Breath hitching, Rachel instantly went for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons as he worked on leaving a mark on her collarbone.

Moaning his name, Rachel shucked Finn's shirt off, throwing it aside as she took in his bare chest. Arching into him, Rachel slowly grazed her fingernails down his stomach, smirking seductively as she felt his body's reaction against her thigh. Continuing moving her hands down, Rachel slowly sank to the ground, dragging her husband's pants with her.

Before she could perform similar treatment to his boxers, Finn quickly fell to the floor next to her and roughly recaptured her mouth with his.

"Baby, what are you doing?" She mumbled against his face as his hands found the tie on the back of her dress and yanked it open. Pulling back, Finn's eyes never left her face as he pulled down her dress slowly, revealing her lack of bra.

"It's your night, baby girl." Tilting his head down, he took her nipple into his mouth, causing her head to fall back and her hands to sink into his hair. "I'm supposed to be treating you." Rachel couldn't help but tremble in his arms, his words leaving invisible marks across her skin.

Still lavishing her breast, Finn expertly used his arms to scoop Rachel up and onto her back, sliding her dress and panties down and throwing them behind him.

Under the intense gaze of her husband, Rachel mewed as her body squirmed and yearned for his touch. She was rendered helpless in her wanton state, and nothing could sedate her but the feel of her husband's hands on her skin and his body thrusting into her's.

Finally, he settled in between her legs, letting himself be pulled hungrily to her mouth. Tongues meeting, Rachel almost screamed as she felt her husband's hand move up her leg, causing her to swivel impatiently underneath his body, his hips pinning her to the floor.

When his hand reached her dripping center, it took everything she had not to scream. Finn kept his touch light and teasing, grazing her folds with the barest hint of pressure, enough for her body to arch off the floor.

"Finn, please…" Giving in to her burning ache, Rachel whimpered as she felt her husband smirk against her breast. Rachel moaned his name again as he finally slipped a finger inside of her, using his thumb to rub tight circles on her clit. Using his hand to continue his torture, Finn crashed his lips down on her's again, mirroring the twisting of their tongues with the movements of his fingers.

It wasn't long before Rachel found herself coming undone, her cries of pleasure muffled by Finn's mouth.

Before she had a chance to come down from her high, Finn moved his hands back down her legs, lifting them in order to bring her body closer to his now painfully hard erection. Releasing her mouth, Finn bore into her eyes and swiftly entered her.

Grabbing at his back, Rachel bit down on his shoulder as she felt him fill her completely. Each thrust they moved together, Rachel clutching his body to her. Their sounds of pleasure filled the quiet apartment, the fire inside both of them bringing them closer and closer to the edge.

Finn let go of her leg and reached for her hands, entwining his fingers with her's as he stretched their arms above her head. Rachel felt herself starting to unravel when she felt Finn whisper in her ear.

"You're my everything, baby. My bright gold star." Rachel forced her eyes open, despite the intensity of the sensations, and locked eyes with her husband as he brought her over the edge with his words. Moaning his name, Rachel watched as Finn followed soon after.

Suddenly the apartment was very still, their bodies still joined on the floor of the living room. Shifting slightly, Finn swept Rachel's hair out of her face as he looked down at her, smiling.

"Congrats, babe." Rachel giggled again as he kissed her nose. "How does that feel compared to being on the stage?" Rachel shivered against him as he murmured his question into her ear. Leaning back to look up at him, Rachel smiled, tracing her fingers along the contours of his face.

"Well, let's just say they're two feelings I will never get sick of."

Chuckling, the pair snuggled close together and fell asleep, not even bothering to get up off the floor.