Hello readers! I know it's been a few weeks, but I've been busy with college classes and such. But I finally found some time to write this chapter. So sorry for any mistakes. I was trying to get this done before my workload got too heavy.

It's definitely rated M, so if smut makes you uncomfortable, I'd skip the whole second half haha. But if you do enjoy smut, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

As usual, this story is dedicated to our amazing Canadian drummer, Cory Monteith ❤️

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters related, nor have I ever pretended to.


As he'd hoped, Rachel and Justin had gotten along wonderfully the night Justin came over for dinner. Justin was really really impressed with Rachel's background and her choice of school, claiming he had applied to NYADA twice and gotten shot down both times.

Santana had stayed at Dani's that night and Kurt had come home late from Vogue, exhausted and cranky though he'd been polite to Justin of course.

He was a little suspicious about Santana and Dani though, he'd yet to meet his friends mysterious girlfriend. Was she afraid they wouldn't like her? Or afraid they'd scare her off? (Okay, so maybe he'd been watching Friends reruns on TV with Kurt late at night).

But either way it was still suspicious.

When Justin had left, both Kurt and Rachel had figuratively put a stamp of approval on Justin, saying that he was a really nice guy and reminded them of a cross between Mike and Puck.

Finn had laughed at that, claiming he'd had the same thoughts when he first met Justin.

Having a friend here that wasn't Rachel, Kurt, or Santana also really helped him feel like he was finding a niche in this big city. Like he was no longer just a visitor and was officially a New Yorker.

And with that dinner all done and now that he knew his brother and girlfriend approved of his new friend, he could move on to his next mission; coming up with the perfect date idea and romancing the pants off Rachel. Literally.

He'd been wracking his brain over the past few days, trying to think of a plan that would knock her socks off and make her realize that this was it. They were never breaking up again.

It didn't help that things were getting more and more heated in the bedroom (he was now being granted access under the bra and some getting some really really hot oral sex and dirty grinding that had his cheeks flushing just thinking about it).

He kept debating with himself on whether or not he should ask Kurt. His brother had a freakin big mouth and he'd no doubt spill everything before their date night, something Finn wanted to be a complete surprise.

So that's how he found himself sitting on the couch next to Santana watching a football game, waiting impatiently for Rachel to go to the store so he could talk to Santana about this.

She would probably mock him and make fun of his ideas, but she did it all out love and he knew she wanted Rachel and him to be happy. Despite her tactics, she really did care about helping them.

His leg jiggled and he kept licking his lips every few seconds, surely annoying the crap out of Santana, who was glaring at him every few minutes or so, silently telling him to stop it or he'd surely pay for it.

Just as it seemed like Santana was going to snap and smack him or something, they heard footsteps come down the hall and Rachel spoke up from behind them.

"Okay baby, I'm off to the store. You need anything?" Rachel slid her hands down Finn's chest from behind, making him shiver as she kissed the top of his head.

"Just one thing actually, can you get a twelve pack of Coke?" Finn laid his head back against the couch, looking at his girlfriend upside down. "I'm all out."

She giggled and shook her head. "You and your Coke obsession. Yeah, I'll get it baby." She pulled away and Finn picked his head up, watching her shuffle around and put her shoes on.

Finn smiled goofily as she grabbed a purse and smiled their way. "Behave you two. And enjoy your planes game."

"My wh- babe! They're called the Jets not the planes." Finn snorted at her, shaking his head. This woman was so talented at just about everything and had a super great memory. But she still couldn't remember his favorites teams name and it was hilarious.

"Whatever." She chuckled. "You know I'm terrible at remembering all your favorite sports teams. There are way too many and New York has like, two teams of every sport. I'm terrible at it. Always have been." Finn rolled his eyes with a smile, standing up and hopping over the couch, moving behind her and placing a gentle kiss on the back of her head.

"Don't forget about Kurt's tea. You know he'll have a bitch fit if you forget like I did last week." Finn warned her. Kurt really was very cookoo about his tea. He'd recently gotten into herbal tea's and had at least five cups a day, all supposedly with different properties that helped cleanse his body or whatever.

"I won't." Finn grinned as she pulled away slowly, tapping his nose and securing her purse around her shoulder. "Bye baby. Bye San!" Rachel called over her shoulder as Finn smiled again to himself and opened the fridge door.

Santana shook her head from her spot on the couch, smirking at him as she splayed her arm across the back of the it. "Dude, you are so fucking whipped it's not even funny. Actually, yeah it is. It's hilarious how you follow her around like a little puppy. I'm surprised you aren't going to the store with her and acting as her own human pack-mule. That's what you do everytime she goes to the store. I would know, I had the misfortune of going with you two last week."

Finn crossed his arms and stared at her for a moment. "Are you done now?"

"Oh Frankenteen, I'm just getting started. I've saved up quite a few hilarious insults in ma little black book. But of course, being the nice friend I am, I've been waiting until you two got past that transitioning phase of your relationship. Where things stop being awkward. And now, I'm fully prepared to unleash some of my pent up insults. I'm about ready to explode to be honest." Santana explained, inspecting her nails.

Finn shook his head at her super long (and totally unnecessary explaination). "Seriously San, can you stop being a crazy bitch for one moment so I can talk to you?" Finn grabbed a bottled water and sat back down next to Santana.

"Please, you guys love it when I talk trash. I'm the only here that keeps shit real." Santana shrugged, not at all offended by being called a bitch.

"Come on San, I really need someone to bounce ideas off of. Kurt's a blabbermouth so I definitely can't tell him. He'll ruin everything." Finn pleaded. He really really needed this to be perfect for Rachel.

"Alright, alright. Since you're begging. What's up?" Santana turned down the volume on the TV and finally gave him her attention.

Finn blew out his lips. "Okay, I need your help planning an amazing date idea for Rachel. This is going to be our first date after getting back together and on Valentine's Day nonetheless. I want it to be really special. I also plan on doing... Other things when we get home." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling self-conscious talking about sex with someone so promiscuous and open about the subject.

Santana chuckled. "Come one Hudson, you know what Berry likes. Just wear a suit and that goofy-ass lopsided grin of yours and her panties will drop faster than a drunken Hummel in women's stilettos."

"San I-wait what?" Finn crinkled his eyebrows in confusion at her metaphor.

"Never mind, I'll tell you later." Santana waved him off. "So what's the problem? You know exactly what Berry likes and what to do to make her swoon over you. Besides, it's really not that difficult if I'm remembering back to high school correctly. As annoying as I find you two, you are crazy in love. And that I can respect."

Finn smiled at that. "Well thanks San." He attempted to ruffle her hair teasingly, only to have her smack his hand hard, making his wince. "Sorry. But anyways, my problem is that I don't want this to be any ordinary date. It has to be way different from any other date I've taken her on. A night she'll never forget. And it starts with being spontaneous." He told her, noting her surprised look.

"Wow, Romeo. I didn't know you had it in you. You're smarter than you look." Santana nodded proudly.

"Um? Thanks?" Finn squinted his eyes for a moment, deciding that was a real Santana Lopez compliment. "So? Ideas?"

Santnana tapped her chin for a moment, thinking deeply about his questions. "We'll definitely no to a show or typical dinner then. I know you're a big boy and are going to want to eat, so I suggest having dinner somewhere where no one else can be. Secluded, romantic, and quiet."

"Just nothing too extravagant. I don't want to do anything so insanely romantic that it'll make my proposal seem lame." Finn's eyes widened when he realized what he said.

Santana smirked. "Thinking that far into the future huh?"

Finn blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well yeah. I mean like I said, I plan on having this last forever. And we've already been engaged once. But now, we've both grown up and realized that we still want each other, that's enough for me to know I never want to apart from her again."

"I can't wait to be subjected to that freakin ball of enegery when that happens." Santana snorted. "She'll be like a squirrel on crack."

Finn blushed at the thought, his stomach erupting in butterflies as he imagined being engaged to Rachel again. It made him deliriously happy last time. He couldn't even imagine how happy he'd be this time, now that the looming threat of his future (or lack thereof) wasn't in the way.

"Judging by how red your face is, I'm going to assume you're now imagining being engaged. Whipped." She muttered the last part. "You're the only college student I know that already wants to settle down with a girl."

"Shut up." Finn rolled his eyes with a smile. "I still don't know what to do for our date though. God I'm shit at this romantic stuff. I might as well just throw myself into the Hudson-" Finn stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening and a creepy smile slowly making its way on his face.

"What?" Santana eyed him suspiciously.

"I've got an idea. A freakin brilliant idea if I do say so myself." Finn smirked, leaning in to tell Santana his plan.

When he was finished, Santana smirked proudly at him. "Finn, I can honestly say I'm proud of that idea. I wouldn't mind being taken out a date like that. Even if it were you taking me. And you know I have a strict 'no penis' policy. Berry won't even know what hit her."

Finn grinned, not even realizing Santana had called him by his first name, something she had only done very scarcely in the past.

No, he was way too excited about this date night, and the cogs in his brain were at work as he tried to think through the best course of action to make this plan happen. There was one thing he knew though; this was going to be the best date in the history of their relationship.


Finn blew out his lips and jumped up and down a little in front of the mirror, trying to rid himself of the crazy nerves that were plaguing his stomach.

Tonight was the night that his date plan was finally coming together. He'd been planning this night for a week now, spending a shit ton of money to make this night perfect for his girl. (He may have used all his savings from working at Burt's tire shop). And with the lack of response from the music store, that was pretty much all he had to spend.

There was a quiet knock on the door so he opened it, smiling down at his brother nervously as he stepped aside and allowed him in. "So? Is she ready?" Finn asked Kurt, licking his dry lips as he stared his brother down.

Kurt chuckled. "Yes Finn. Rachel is all prettied up. You on the other hand... Your hair is a messy Finn." Kurt clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Kurt, you know there's nothing we can do about that. Mom has tried for years to get me to comb or gel it or something. But nothing works, it just flops back up. And I'd really rather just go on my date with Rachel and not, you know, stay here with you in this bathroom while you work on my hair for an hour."

He sighed dramatically. "Fine." Kurt grumbled. "But next time you're getting ready earlier so I at least have some time to attempt to fix that monstrosity."

"Hey, Rachel has stated many times that she finds my messy hair sexy." Finn shrugged. "Besides, it'll definitely be super super messy by the time tomorrow rolls around. I have some plans for us tonight that involve a bed and some condoms." Finn waggled his eyebrows, knowing his brother would be repulsed at the idea.

Kurt's eyes widened and he placed a hand over his heart. "First of, I wouldn't trust Rachel fashion advice anyways, she wears animal sweaters Finn. Animal sweaters. And second of all, if you ever tell me something like that again, I will have to jump through that window and flee the country to avoid the mental images your words are providing." Kurt shuddered violently.

"Don't tempt me." Finn teased, turning back to face the mirror and and straightening his dinner jacket.

"Shut up." Kurt snapped, pulling Finn back to face him with surprising strength. "Now let me fix this tie, you've got it all lopsided." Kurt went about fixing Finn's tie while Finn himself stared at the door for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

"Alright, all fixed. You ready to go knock Rachel's socks off with the brilliant date idea that I still don't know about?" Kurt brushed off some dust on the shoulder of his jacket and glanced up at him.

Finn knew he was quietly seething that he never got to find out his date plans. Kurt had to be in the know about everything that went on in this loft and he was clearly peeved that Finn deliberately decided not to tell him.

But hey, his brother was a blabber mouth and that's his own fault, not Finn's.

"More than ready. I've been ready since the moment we got back together." Finn rubbed his hands together, doing one more mirror check. "Oh, did you get the things I asked you to get?"

"Yes Finn. They're in the bag under the blankets in the hall closet. I assume the candles are for after you come home from your date?" Kurt crossed his arms, glancing at himself in the mirror behind Finn and fixing a stray hair.

Finn smiled to himself. "Yep. Which leads me to my next question. You and Santana will be gone by the time we get home right? Unless you would like to witness the sexapalooza that's going to take place here tonight." Finn smirked when his brother shivered.

"I thought we just agreed never to speak of such things. You don't want to hear about my sex life, I don't want to hear about yours. But yes, we will be gone. Santana is staying at Dani's place and Elliott has graciously agreed to let me stay at his for Valentines Day, despite it feeling very fast. But we will be back in the morning. So please dress yourself before you come out of your room." Kurt poked Finn's chest, realizing his mistake and fixing the wrinkle his poke caused.

"Yeah, yeah I got it. Now do I look presentable enough?" Finn took a step back and let his brother survey his outfit.

Kurt nodded and smiled happily. "You look positively suave Finn. I'm proud of how much effort you're putting into this. You're really going to make Rachel happy."

Finn grinned sheepishly, wrapping his arm around his brothers shoulders and leading him out the door. "Thanks man, that's all I care about tonight. Just making her happy."

"Good, that's what I like to hear. Have fun." Kurt smiled, ducking under Finn's arm and heading back to his bedroom to pack his overnight bag (yes, Kurt had to pack extra clothes, his entire nighttime routine, and a special kit that got rid of stains whenever he stayed at someone's place for less twenty four hours).

Finn quickly grabbed the bag of stuff he asked Kurt to get and stepped into the living/dining room, feeling his heart literally drop out of his ass as he stared at Rachel, her back turned to him as she rummaged through the fridge, presumably to find her waterbottle.

His girl was so unbelievably beautiful, dressed in a sleek black dress than had a summery flair at the bottom (despite it still being pretty cold). Her hair was tied up a tight little bun that had tendrils framing the side of her face.

When she turned and caught him staring, a pink blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck as she dipped her head.

"Holy- Rachel..." Finn breathed, stepping up to her and grabbing her hands in his, at a complete loss for words.

She looked even more gorgeous close up, with a very light sheen of makeup over her face (she looked the most beautiful when she had the least amount of makeup she felt comfortable in) and her hair smelled fruity and was so soft and shiny he could barely stop himself from cancelling their dinner plans and having his way with her right now.

"You look so handsome in that suit Finn." She practically sighed, biting her lip as she played with his skinny tie and ran her hand down it and glanced up at him through her lashes.

"You're the only girl I'd ever wear a monkey suit like this for." Finn tapped her nose playfully.

She giggled and reached for her handbag that was on the kitchen counter. "You're such a suck up." She laughed again as Finn stuck his tongue at her.

"You love it when I grovel and suck up to you." Finn took her jacket off the hook by the door and helped her into it. "Now are you ready to go Ms. Berry?" He held out his arm for her to take.

She giggled again, gladly taking his arm and hooking hers with his. "Why yes, I am, Mr. Hudson."

Finn smiled so widely it almost hurt, leading her out the of the apartment and down the elevator, bursting with nerves and excitement.

He decided to splurge and buy a cab for them, they only had one destination tonight anyways.

"After you." Finn opened the door for her after successfully hailing a cab. She smiled softly up at him and slide in, Finn following right after.

She snuggled into him the moment he slid into the cab, slipping her hands underneath his suit jacket to wrap her arms around his warm midriff.

"So, where are we going tonight?" She asked softly, watching as they passed by some large crowds of people on the streets.

"Can't tell you. That's a secret. It'll be better as a surprise." Finn chuckled as she pouted.

"You're lucky I trust you mister. Otherwise I's be very worried about why you're acting so secretive." She poked his chest, resting her head back on it as Finn shook his head with a smile.

The rest of the cab ride was pretty quiet, Finn ran his hand down her arm repeatedly and Rachel stared out the window, happy to enjoy the beautiful scenery New York had to offer.

"We're here." The cab driver spoke up twenty minutes later in his heavy accent.

Rachel rose up from his chest while Finn rummaged in his wallet and pulled out some cash, passing it over to the driver and thanking him.

Finn opened the car door as held out his hand for Rachel to take, smirking as she looked around confused, that cute look on her face that let Finn know she was thinking deeply about something.

"Finn? I though we were going out to eat? Why are we on a dock on the Hudson River?" The cab driver drove away and Finn pulled her closer to the edge of the dock and closer to a little shack that was perched near the water.

"We are going to eat here." Finn pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed the back of it. Rachel still looked a little confused as Finn approached the man at the counter of the shack.

"Hi, reservation for Finn Hudson." Finn smiled, rubbing Rachel palm as her eyes widened and she looked around at the signs posted on the shack. She was clearly beginning to understand what this date entailed.

"Ah yes." The man pulled out some blankets and pillows from somewhere behind him and passed them over to Finn. "I believe these are yours. And I have the rest of it heating up in back. It arrived just a few minutes before yourself but was instructed to keep it warm." He smiled kindly, tipping his hat to Rachel pleasantly.

"Great thank you so much Jack. I'll just take this stuff out and then come back for the food." Finn grinned, now accepting a pair of legs Jack just handed him.

"Finn..." Rachel clamped her hand over her mouth as she and Finn stopped in front of a boat covered in yellow lights, the water just below them shimmering in the moonlight. And near the middle of the boat, there was a small round table with chairs set up on either side.

"After you." Finn smiled, gripping her hand and helping her cross the walkway onto the boat, which shifted a little under their combined weight.

He dropped the blankets and pillows off by the front of the boat and turned back to Rachel who was still in shock as she took in her beautiful surroundings.

"F-Finn this is too much." Rachel bit her lip, tears swimming in her chocolate brown eyes.

Finn smiled a little wider and pulled her into his arms, pushing a tendril of hair back as he kissed her plump lips softly. "You deserve every second of this baby. Now wait here while I get our food okay?" He placed another gentle kiss on her lips before disappearing off the boat, leaving Rachel to stare in awe at how much effort Finn had put into this.

He came back moments later, carrying a couple bags of food. "Hope you're hungry. I think I ordered a bit more than necessary. I just wanted to make sure both of us were nice and full." Finn held up the bags with a grin, placing them on the tablecloth and pulling out some plates and champagne glasses.

Rachel came up and wrapped her arms around his torso, unable to express how incredible she thought this was.

He turned his head and kissed hers softly before he opened up the first container. "This is yours. It's Pappardelle with Butternut Squash, Browned Butter, and Chard. Now I have no idea what half those words mean, but the waiter at the Italian restaurant I went to said that it was one of the finest vegan dishes. And I know how you only eat cheese because we can't afford your vegan food. So I figured you'd like to indulge a bit tonight." Finn shrugged with a smile as Rachel licked her lips and squeezed him softly.

"It looks delicious baby. You're too thoughtful." She eyed the food hungrily and Finn chuckled, unraveling her arms from around him and pulling out her chair, accepting the kiss she gave him in thanks.

"And for me? A six layer cheese lasagna. You can try some if you really want to." Finn sat across from her and dished out the food into each other plates respectively.

Finn then stood up and walked over to the wheel, starting the engine of the boat and steering them off through the water, the boat gently gliding past the docks and the rest of the city. They stayed there in silence for a few minutes, watching the city disappear behind them as they traveled down the river.

"Finn it's so beautiful out here." Rachel shook her head in awe, gasping as she looked up and saw a sky full of bright stars.

"I figured there's no way to get a view like this in the city. Where else are we gonna see a night sky like this?" Finn grinned as Rachel continued ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the scenery before them.

"Well you were right. I can't think of a more perfect place for a date." Rachel sighed happily as Finn gently stopped the boat and pulled out the keys, pocketing them before coming back to the table.

He smiled at her as she stared adoringly at him, pouring then some champagne. He passed a glass and lifted his high in the air. "To starting over and beginning our future together. I don't know what made you take me back, but I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you still love me the way I love you. And I promise I'll never stop loving you. To us." Finn clinked their glasses together as tears cascaded down Rachel's cheeks and she nodded with a smile.

"To us." She repeated through a choked voice, sipping her champagne and immediately reaching across the table to grip his hand. "I love you so much Finn. I can't believe how much effort and oh goodness, how much money you probably put into this-" Rachel fretted.

"All worth the cause. You're worth it all babe." He leaned across the table and met her lips in a loving kiss. "And I love you too." He winked as they pulled away. "Now let's eat, I've been watching you eye that food since I put it down." Finn joked, passing her a fork.

Rachel immediately dug into her food, moaning her appreciation at the hot meal as Finn watched her with a proud smile on his face. She already seemed to be enjoying this date and in turn, it made him incredibly happy.

For over an hour they just talked and talked and talked while they ate dinner. They talked about school, friends, their family, everything they could think of. They were just enjoying the ability to have privacy and have some time to just talk, like couples should.

By the time dessert rolled around (a fucking delicious slice of strawberry cheesecake they split) they had talked about nearly everything they possibly could, and both had full bellies and happy hearts.

"So, what are the blankets and pillows for?" Rachel smiled, leaning into his shoulder, having long ago pushed her chair closer to his so they were side-by-side.

"Well, if you want, we could... You know. Make love here. Under the stars." Finn smiled shyly down at her, watching her blink rapidly.

"Y-you want to make love under the stars?" She breathed as Finn nodded. "Baby, that's so romantic!" She cried, pulling his face down to her and kissing him passionately on the lips.

"I wanted it to be special for your first time," he murmured breathlessly as they pulled away slightly, brushing her hair back from her face so he could look at the expression of pure love and adoration she was wearing.

A small smile tugged at her lips. "You did all this for me?"

He nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. "Rachel, I'd do anything for you. I'd swim across the Atlantic Ocean with bricks tied to my feet if you asked me to." he told her gently, smiling when she giggled at his words.

"Oh, Finn," Rachel bit her lip before throwing herself into his arms. He caught her and chuckled at her enthusiasm, but was quickly cut off as she covered his mouth with hers. He groaned as she deepened the kiss and their tongues tangled together. "I love you so much Finn." She said softly, moving her mouth to his ear and nibbling lightly at his lobe as his stomach clenched with need.

He couldn't even formulate a response. Instead he gently pulled away and stood up from the table, Rachel watching him the entire time, her eyes glassy and full of lust and love.

He smiled affectionately as he pecked her slightly moist lips and lifted her up, carrying her to the front of the boat, laying her out on the blankets and pillows he set up before moving his body on top of her. He kissed and nipped down her neck while she whimpered and writhed beneath him.

He knew it was still chilly outside, especially on the river, so he had bought extra blankets and pillows to the dock earlier in the day and had the owners store them until they arrived.

He was happy at this decision, mostly because Rachel had been shivering slightly in the past few minutes (though he wasn't sure if it was because of his kisses or the cold air).

Her breathing was ragged and she was driving him crazy with the feeling of her nails scratching up and down his back as she moaned in pleasure.

He loved the way her skin felt against his lips, all soft and creamy and warm. It was the complete opposite of the cold air and it made him feel alive. His tongue flicked out to taste her throat even further down and she cried out. "Finn," she gasped, "Please baby."

"Hmm," he hummed against her skin, moving back up to the spot just below her ear, her whimpers and cries making him feel like a freakin' king. "Please what, Rach?" He murmured seductively, knowing she was bound to go crazy over his teasing.

"I need you. I need you in me Finn." Rachel pleaded, her back arching into him as he resumed his assault on her neck, licking and sucking swirls on her creamy neck.

Suddenly, his lips were crashing down on hers again after hungrily kissing his way up her neck, his kisses passionate and ferocious. "God, Rachel," Finn groaned, unable to stop himself from palming her breasts, "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

She felt slightly confident, though, as she felt his hardened erection against her leg. "I think I might have an idea. It's probably similar to the crazy feeling you're teasing me with." She said quietly but totally sexily, rubbing her thigh over him. He stiffened and moaned at the sensation, his hands slipping down to hold her ass and push her back against him. The motion pushed her breasts up against his chest, the swell of one of his favorite body parts making him impossibly harder.

"Baby, can I..?" He motion to her dress. She smiled shyly and nodded, already tugging his tie off and throwing it somewhere near the table. He grinned, gripping the edge of her dress and slowly pulling it up and off her body, leaving her in just her matching bra and panty set.

He almost came right then and there. The material was so soft against his skin and it made her golden tanned skin look even more delectable. And it was friggin lace, resting gently against her body.

She plucked her dress out of his hand and tossed it into their growing pile of clothes, kissing him soundly on the lips, clearly eager to feel his touch on the rest of her. His fingers deftly stroked over her stomach and down her ribs, raising goose-bumps on the skin. Her chest was heaving, making the swell of her breasts attract his eyes immediately.

He placed his mouth on her shoulder, at the strap of her bra and trailed his lips down the material, making her shiver violently. She whimpered needily as he kissed the tops her breasts slowly, breathing heavily against her.

"Can I take this off?" He murmured gruffly. Unable to form any words, she nodded, arching her back to allow him access. His hand slipped behind her and nimbly released the clasp, revealing her bare chest to him.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She was blushing darkly, but didn't move to cover herself as he stared at her tanned form.

She shivered again as a cool breeze swept through the air, making her nipples pucker and harden, the sight making Finn's already lustful eyes darken further. He leaned down slowly to take one of her tempting nipples into his mouth, main ring eye contact with her.

She moaned and gently slid her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck as he grunted, swirling his tongue over her sensitive nubs.

She gasped as he gently mumbled and bit down on one, soothing it with his tongue afterwards and moving to the other breast. She sighed and ran her hands through his hair, messing it up even more as she let him worship her breasts for a few minutes.

When his fingers started wander south, Rachel whined and moved her hands up to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. "Off. You're wearing way too much right now." She unbuttoned each button slowly and slid the shirt down his muscular arms.

Please at the hungry look in her eyes at the sight of his body, he threw his dress shirt into the pile, positive Kurt would be furious at the treatment of such an expensive article of clothing.

"God, your chest..." She stared wide-eyed at his toned chest as it puffed out in pride. "You really have been working out haven't you? I mean, you were the sexiest guy by far, in high school, but now..." She trailed off again, her hands wandering ove this warm chest, placing sweet kisses over it as she played with his nipples for a moment.

"And you manscape I see?" She giggled at his blush. "Trust me, it's a good thing baby. Hairy chests are a real turn-off for me." He smiled relieved, reaching back to gently I unclip her hair and kiss her forehead as he fingers tangled through her hair and smoothed through it, that amazing fruity scent wafting up to his nose.

"Everything I did was to try and be a better man. For myself, for you, for everyone who cares about me. And that started with taking better care of myself." He smiled down at her, his hands gripping her waist as she rested her against his chest.

She smiled brighter, her white teeth practically glowing in the gentle light of the moon and stars.

He slowly moved back to her mouth, capturing her in another passionate kiss as his hands swiftly took care of unbutton his dress pants and black belt. As soon as she popped open the button, he too his hands off her for a moment to tug them down his legs and shucked them into the pile, her giggles filling the air before he silenced them with another kiss.

Their tongues swirled and sucked at each other as they both sacred the taste of each other. The taste that they'd been deprived of for months, a few months that had felt like a lifetime.

Panting as they pulled away slightly to catch they're breath, she gripped his hand in hers and pulled it down to her hips and over her lace panties, inviting him to remove them.

With a groan he placed his mouth back on hers and helped her wriggled out of her panties. When she was exposed to him, he took a moment to take all of her in and when he looked back up his eyes were like burning embers.

The tent in his boxers was growing with every second, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face in her and pleasure her until she saw stars.

She must have seen that look in his eyes because she rested her hands on his cheeks, making him look at her. "I want you to baby, really. But I want you in me first. We have all the time in the world for that." She caressed his cheek as he nodded, knowing how right she was.

He leaned back down to kiss her softly as his fingers wondered down to slip between her already moist folds. Rachel sucked in a breath when she felt him there and held her breath in anticipation.

"Shh," he whispered against her lips as he began rubbing rhythmic circles over her swollen clit. "I just really need to feel you for a moment. You have no idea how much I missed you baby. God." He closed his eyes as she pumped her hips back at him to the rhythm of his fingers, groaning and withering beneath him.

She moaned at his ministrations as he sped up, slipping further back to slide a finger inside of her. It was his turn to let out a groan as he felt her warmth on his hand. He kept his finger pushing in and out of her as his thumb took over the motions on her clit. Her breathing kept speeding up as he worked and she squirmed under his touch.

Soon, he was speeding up and adding a second finger, pushing her closer to the sought after edge. "God, Finn, more, please, more," She gasped incoherently, "Ugh, I'm so close baby, don't stop."

She was mumbling the same thing over and over again, and Finn couldn't understand how something so perfect could ever be his. It made his brain foggy and his heart beat so fast you'd think he'd just ran twenty miles.

Just as he thought she was going to scream, she reached out and gripped his erection through his boxers, the pre-cum already dripping out the top. He felt lightheaded as she started pumping his cock, squeezing his eyes shut to keep from ending their fun too early.

He grunted and forced his fingers deeper as his thumb pressed firmly on her nub. Rachel shook and trembled in his arms as she clamped down on his hand repeatedly, just about to fall over the edge.

Needing for them to come together, he pulled his hand back and licked his fingers clean. He smirked at her while she gazed at him with heavy lids, whimpering with a pout on her face as he left her so close to finally achieving that orgasm.

"Finn," She mumbled, pulling him down to place a kiss on his lips, tasting herself on his tongue. "Please baby please. I'm begging you, please." She whispered.

He nodded, sensing her desperation (and honestly, he was surprised be handy already erupted early, he was so fucking horny). He reached over to the bag nearly the edge of the boat and fished out a condom, confused when she placed her hand over his and shook her head.

"I'm protected. I figured we'd need some... Reassurance that there would be no barriers between us. None at all." She smiled as he beamed at her, kissing her her so passionately it left both their knees shaking.

"You ready?" He pulled back and got onto his knees, caressing her smooth thighs as he rested his hands on them and pulled them apart, resting then on either side of his waist.

He could feel the heat from her entrance against his cock and was slowly loosing the ability to think or breath. He'd almost forgotten how intoxicating it was to be with her in this way. It made him know for sure that what they had found was true love. Sex with anyone else in the universe would never make him feel like this, he was sure of it.

"I'm ready Finn. Make love to me." She whispered, her hands gripping his muscular forearms and she smiled up him, adoration and love shining in her eyes.

Finn smiled lopsidedly and pushed into her until he felt her stiffen a little. He held still and let her adjust to his size, knowing that it had been months (and he knew from years in the locker room that he was very well endowed). When she finally nodded and smiled reassuringly, he felt confident enough to start moving.

She felt just as perfect and incredible as he remembered, so tight and warm and wet, just for him. He didn't know how long he could last. He nearly cried at how good it felt to be inside her, somewhere he thought he'd never have the chance to be again.

As he pumped into her, he kissed his way over her skin, from her chest, up her neck and to her mouth before making his way back down. He was kissing her everywhere he could, desperate to hold onto this moment as long as he could.

The only sounds that could be heard was their pants, the slapping of skin against skin, and the gentle waves slapping against the boat. It was perfect, everything Finn had imagined and more.

"God, Rach, you feel so good," he grunted, "So tight. So warm. Even better than I remember baby." He was getting closer, but he had to try and make Rachel feel good first, she was his priority. His hand reached for her clit and began rubbing in quick, sure movements, all his memories of her body surging through him and feeding him confidence.

She panted and writhed, crying out, "Finn," with every breath and thrusting of her hips back at him. His pace increased and he was barely hanging on, the only thoughts in his mind were how insanely amazing this was and the need to make her come for him before he could let go himself.

"Cum for me, baby," he whispered into her ear, kissing it softly. She groaned loudly as she came around him, the exquisite feeling of him inside her, his early teasing, and his warm breath in her ear, sending her over the edge.

"God, so close, so close," He chanted, feeling her clench around him, "Ugh, Rachel, baby, I love you so much. I'm going to cum, ugh, ugh, huh, yes, yes." He pumped a few more times in her before he exploded inside of her, groaning in pleasure.

When he was still, he pulled out and laid himself beside Rachel, both of them panting and gasping for breath.

She turned her head to the side and smiled sleepily at him. "I love you, Finn. So much it's unreal to me sometimes." She managed to murmur after taking another couple of breaths to steady her racing heart.

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips, tugging her tightly into his side and puing a blanket over them. "I love you too, my sweet, sweet angel," He whispered before kissing her forehead and twirling his fingers in her hair, content to just lay there for the rest of his life. He could never get tired of telling her he loved her.

Rachel snuggled deeper into his embrace, her head against his chest as he closed his eyes. They lay there for what felt like hours, staring up at the stars and caressing each others bodies lightly as they reveled in the closeness of each other.

"What time is it?" Rachel tried and failed to stifle yawned, he head still resting on Finn's chest as she continued gazing at the stars.

Finn smiled and reached for his phone above his head, checking the clock. "Looks like it's 11:43. We better head back to the loft. I only have this boat until midnight." Finn stretched under the blanket that had been trapping all the heat. He lifted it and immediately shivered, his bare manhood on full display as he reached for his boxers.

He noticed Rachel staring at him from the corner of his eye, turning to see her eyes glued to said manhood. "Like what you see?" He smirked playfully.

"Mmmm very much so." She smirked right back, dragging her nail lightly against the underside of his growing erection.

He moaned and let his head fall back for a moment. He groaned at the loss of contact when she pulled her hand away, giggling and reaching for her panties. "You, Missy, will be my undoing." He breathed out his lips to calm himself down, sliding his boxers on and reaching for his pants and belt next.

"I do try." She grinned at him over her shoulder, clasping the hooks of her bra together and slowly (teasingly) sliding her dress back on. Oh, she had unleashed a demon tonight. A demon that would stop at nothing to have her as many ways as he could. "Now get dressed handsome. It's freezing. I didn't realize how cold it was until I didn't have my warm snugglebunny next to me."

Finn laughed. "Oh I'm your snugglebunny huh? Good to know." He thought the name was cute (only because it came out of her mouth to be honest) but he mentally cringed at the thought of Kurt and Santana, and oh lord, Puck, knowing of this nickname. He'd never hear the end of it.

They quickly got dressed and Finn cleaned up the mess of blankets and pillows on the floor while Rachel began clearing up the mess from their meal earlier. He arranged all their stuff at the front of the boat next to the wheel for when they arrived back to the docks.

He then helped her clean the rest of their dinner mess and he stood at the wheel, one hand gripping it, the other holding Rachel tightly into him, not able to bear being away from her.

"Finn?" Rachel pulled her face from his chest to look up at him."

Finn looked down at her for a moment, seeing the happy smile on her face. "Yeah babe?"

"Thank you for tonight. You made it more special that I could have ever dreamed. You're the most amazing man in the world and I can't tell you how proud I am to be your girl again." She reached up and cupped his freshly shaved cheek, her voice full of emotion as happy, shining tears sparkled in her eyes.

Finn knew it wasn't manly or anything, but he totally felt himself choke up as tears sprung to his eyes. He couldn't possibly formulate the right words to tell her how much that meant to him. To know that she was proud of him, proud to be with him? Well that was the one thing in the world that mattered the most to him.

He leaned into her palm and kissed it, his eyes boring into hers. "I love you so much. I'd do anything for you, anything in the world. You're everything to me." He pressed a gentle kiss to her hairline, looking at her again, to see her wipe a tear away with a smile, her eyes telling him he needn't say more.

He loved that they had this unspoken language, like they just knew what the other was thinking without the need to anything.

"I love you too Finn." She snuggled into his side again, letting him steer the boat back to the dock. "Now take me home so I can show you just how much I love you. Over and over again." She giggled as Finn stiffened a little at her words, his arm squeezing her tighter as he smiled like a friggin idiot.

Yup. His girl was the best. There was no doubt about that in his mind. Just as there was no doubt in his mind that they would be together for the rest of their lives.


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