Author's Note: First, I want to apologize for the delay. My life's crazy right now, I'm studying to the bar exam and I'm so tired by the weekends that I always forget to update. Also... *blushing* This is my first smut scene ever. So... I'm just gonna hide here... Yeah...

the star

Nine

Fiyero curled up on Rachel's lap and fell asleep. She kept caressing him. Such a brave little dog, and his bark was what had led Jesse to her when she had needed him the most.

Jesse, with his black swimsuit, looking like a Greek god with all his physical strength on display; her savior, once again. She hadn't cared that he was nearly naked. In fact, she had enjoyed his sturdy support he had offered her and had been incredibly happy when he had punched Finn. If they had been living on a primitive society, she certainly would want him as her partner. She would be happy to share her cave with him on every sense of the word.

But their lives weren't that simple. Hers was especially complicated, and she couldn't rely on Jesse for everything. Besides, he was involved with another woman, and Rachel wouldn't forget that. However, she felt increasingly attached to him, and wanted Jesse to desire, despite of anything.

Wasn't that feeling a weakness, a stupidity?

She didn't know, and she didn't have the time to think about it. Jesse returned to the children's house, filling it up with his powerful presence. He was a wonderful, dangerous, merciless, endlessly desirable man, and she wanted to jump into his arms again, to feel his body against hers, feel everything he could offer her.

Had he imagined that devastating desire within her eyes? For a hopeless moment, he stopped, his blue eyes burning into hers, prodding, questioning with an intensity that left her breathless. Then he looked down, at the puppy on her lap, and stepped close, crouching next to Rachel.

"He seems to be breathing normally".

That was something Rachel couldn't say about herself. Her lungs relaxed and she managed to speak.

"He cried for a little while, but I couldn't find anything broken".

"I think Hudson kicked him on the belly, he didn't hit the ribs, but I can call for a vet if you want".

She shook her head.

"I'll wait until he wakes up and sees how he fares".

"Where's his bed?"

"On the corner near the door house. He likes there".

"Don't stand up. I'll pick it up so you can put him on it".

Fiyero barely moved when she placed him on his bed; he just opened his eyes to see if everything was alright and then closed them again. Jesse took the bed back to the corner while Rachel stood up. Suddenly aware of her own naked body under the robe, she adjuested it while Jesse took the chair Finn had used back to its place and looked around the room to see if anything eles had been changed.

"Will you feel nervous here, Rachel?" He asked, worried.

"No. I'm sure Finn won't come back", she made a face. "It was my fault he came in. I forgot to lock the door when I went to bed".

"It wasn't your fault. Hudson didn't have the right to do what he did".

"I know. I just meant I was careless, Jesse. I'm sorry you had to save me once again".

"It wasn't your fault", Jesse repeated, shaking his head while walking towards Rachel. "You were a victim for a very long time. It's time you stop thinking like that and see where you are and why".

His hands closed over her shoulders, his fingers gently massaging her stiff muscles. Jesse's eyes sparkled with a dark fire that seemed to burn Rachel's soul.

"You said you wanted to be with me", he remembered. "Was that because I saved you or..."

Unconsciously, she rose her hands to Jesse's bare chest. It seemed like they had been attracted there, and she didn't want to tear them away from the warmth and the power of that intense masculinity. She wanted to keep touching, feeling, despite she was scared with her own audacity of having that kind of physical contact with him. His eyes also attracted her, demanding a response with a power that was almost hypnotizing. A part of Rachel's mind knew Jesse would never take what she wouldn't offer, but the other wanted him to do it and strip her from all the responsibility.

The weak link.

The person who was the victim.

And with that terrible acknowledgement came the determination of being more driven towards her own desires.

"I don't feel just gratitude what I feel for you", she said. "And I don't want you to feel just protective towards me. I want..."

She couldn't speak; the wild desire made her mind chaotic.

"This, Rachel?" Jesse murmured, his eyes sparkling as he slid one of his hands down her neck and, with his thumb, caressed her chin, his other fingers stroking her face.

Her lips parted. Not to speak, but to take a breath, something she needed desperately.

"This?" He repeated, leaning towards her.

Yes, yes! It was the only thing in Rachel's mind.

Jesse's lips brushed against hers, causing her a tingling feeling that rapidly became a softer, more seductive sensation as he tasted her, gently touching the inside of her mouth, sliding his tongue against her lips; a gentle, hypnotizing kiss that completely captivated Rachel and left her burning for more.

Her hands slid up to Jesse's shoulders, past his neck, her fingers avidly finding his hair, bringing his head even closer to hers, blindly prompting a deeper intimacy that fed from the desire burning in her veins and caused needs that had never been fulfilled before.

Almost instantaneously, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to a full-body contact with him, her perky breasts pressing into the warmth of his wonderfully broad chest, her insides clenching as she felt Jesse's hardness. Rachel's mind was lost in a agitated sea of happiness as she realized her desire was a feeling completely mutual.

The kiss grew deeper, an impetuous exploration of her mouth that prompted her to do the same; their tongues found each other and wrapped together with a passionate intensity that left Rachel completely excited. She wanted more of him. A desperate whine escaped Rachel's lips when Jesse's mouth tore apart from hers so he could take a breath.

"Rachel..." It was a whisper, a groan, a sound that reached her ears, making her tingle with an explosion of feeling.

She buried her face on his neck, brushing her lips against his skin, tasting him, feeling his pulse and instinctively sucking on it, as if she wanted his heart to beat for her. Jesse threw his head back; his hands grabbed Rachel's ass, bringing her even closer and, when she wished there wasn't anything between their bodies keeping them from touching, he took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

He put her next to the bed, untied the sash of the robe and slid the silk down her shoulders, following the same path with his mouth, kissing and nipping her skin, making her shiver with eagerness for what he would do when she was fully naked. As Jesse's hands slid the sleeves down her arms, his lips traced a burning path towards to Rachel's breasts, his tongue swirling around each pebbled nipple, leaving them even harder and causing a sweet, aching feeling on her insides.

She barely noticed her bathrobe falling to the floor. All her body was focused on what he was making her feel. Then he hugged her, pressing Rachel's wet breasts against his chest, sliding his hand from the small of her back up to her neck, twisting his fingers into her hair. Rachel lifted her face to his and their mouths met with earth-shattering force.

Her arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly. The frantic kisses rose an intense frustration that he wasn't naked like she was. Rachel hooked her thumbs on the elastic of his swimsuit trunks and tugged them down. She needed to tear her mouth apart from his to push away the last barrier between them. Crouching down to pull his trunks down his thighs, she noticed the girth of his erection and was fascinated that he was só much larger than Finn. Everything in Jesse was so different, so powerful, so incredibly exciting.

Rachel thought of what Finn had always wanted her to do and approached her face from Jesse's groin.

"No!" Jesse screamed, pulling her up by her arms.

Confused with his reaction, Rachel blinked.

"I'm sorry... I thought you'd like it. Finn..."

"I'm not Finn!" He said, wildly. "I don't want you to be submissive to me, Rachel. I want you. I want to taste you, know you entirely, to see your face when we come together".

Her mind exploded with the intensity of his desire. She noticed it on the strength of his kiss, on the way she fired up when he kissed her breasts, her skin tingling with the warmth of Jesse's mouth as it slid to her most intimate place. Never sex had been this way for her: incredible, breathtakingly delicious.

Rachel felt she wouldn't be able to wait that much longer. Her hands grasped Jesse's hair, tugging at it as frantic words tumbled out of her mouth.

"Stop, please... you need... I need you now... Now!"

He rose, took her hands from his hair and pinned them down forcefully, one at each side of her head.

"Look at me, Rachel".

"Jesse..."

"Yes". That sounded like a whisper of satisfaction. Then, a new order. "Wrap your legs around me, Rachel. I want you to take me for yourself as much as I take you for me".

She felt her legs weak, wobbly. Jesse let go of one of her hands and helped her, making everything much easier.

Wrapped around him, having him locked between her legs, both deep in a delicious, intimate embrace... Everything was wonderful for Rachel, and she wanted him entirely.

"Don't close your eyes", he said.

She stared at him, wanting him to go on, desperate for him to give himself to her as much as she did to him. Rachel gasped as she felt Jesse's hardness slide softly inside her. But she wanted him even deeper. Her heart was beating so fast.

He gave her what she wanted. Rachel felt like she was going to burst with pleasure. Her eyes blurred, and he went even deeper inside of her, more than she had ever felt before; it felt so good to be completely filled by him, so... She threw her head back, and a scream left her lips when everything inside of her seemed to explode in a river of pure, indescribable pleasure. Her mind went to a deliciously blissful state, and she looked at Jesse, who had made that possible, with her eyes full of happiness.

Jesse smiled at her, with a tender glimmer in his blue eyes, and kissed her. It was a delicious, long kiss that sharpened the feelings assaulting her senses.

"Thank you", she whispered when he pulled back from inside of her.

He shook his head.

"We haven't finished yet".

Jesse moved again in a slow pace, watching the look on Rachel's face. And, to her surprise, the sea of pleasure that involved her continued, not as explosive as before, but in an equally intense sensation. And her heart filled with love for that man, for what he did for her.

She watched his face when his movements became more powerful, the pace quickening. Jesse threw his head back and grunted when ripples of pleasure sent a wave of pleasure throughout his body.

Had they finished, she wondered. Or was this just the beginning of an intimacy that would lead her to places she hadn't ever imagined?

Her mind invoked the image she had of him before: Jesse St. James, the powerful, impetuous, intimidating force of nature that always got what he wanted.

An expert. He had moved her, had shifted all the structure of her world, but, after all, what did he want of her?

At that moment, Rachel couldn't care less.

She loved to be with him like that.

And she would enjoy it as long as it lasted.