Finn watched as the guns were trained on the car. Scooting over he grabbed the wheel from Rachel and placed his left foot on the gas and gave her his backpack. He saw the fear in her eyes as she looked at him like they were either going to die or he was truly crazy. He couldn't decide between the two. Staying calm, and keeping his voice even and confident, Finn said softly, "Rachel you have to trust me. When I say go, open the door and roll out. Tuck your head down, ball yourself over the bag and roll. I'll have the car slowed down enough for you to be okay. Then run and keep running south no matter what, just don't look back. The bus station is about fifteen blocks away due south. Just keep running like your life depends on it, promise me." Finn could see her slightly nod as he calculated the speed and screamed, "Go!" Finn watched as Rachel rolled out of the moving car and took off running down the street as he steered the car directly at the thieves. Finn needed to make sure that they didn't go after Rachel and scattering them with the car would be the best way. Finn could hear the bullets from their guns pepper the car, pinging the metal. As he stepped on the gas, gunning the engine, Finn opened the door and rolled out of the car in the same way Rachel did, but holding his gun. Taking a couple of shots at his pursuers Finn caused both of them to run away as the car careened toward them, crashing into a light pole causing it to fall over. Hiding his gun in his back waistband and covering it with his jacket, Finn took off running towards the bus station, looking behind him to see if he was being followed, but the car and shots were enough to keep them from following. Finn watched as squad cars with lights on and fire trucks flew down the street, making Finn stop running and walk down the street. He didn't need to draw attention to himself and be questioned by the police about the car crash and gunshots that had just happened. He just needed to get to Rachel before the bus left that she was on.
When he was far enough away from the car and didn't see any more police cars passing him, he took off in a jog to get to the bus station. When he finally got there, he saw several security guards walking the area, as was normal in a bus station and saw Rachel standing at the large windows looking at one bus unloading. He had never been so grateful to see her safe and unscathed, his backpack being held tightly to her chest. Not really caring about her reaction, Finn came up on her and wrapped his arms around her protectively, needing to feel her warmth against him and feel her breathing. He felt her tense up initially and then when she felt his breath on her ear and his reflection in the window, she relaxed, almost like she knew it was him just from the way he breathed.
She turned in his arms and hugged him so tightly; Finn wasn't able to breathe for a second. He felt her hands on his face and running over his chest, back and arms, obviously looking for any injuries. "You're okay. You're safe. Oh God I was so scared that they were going to get you Finn. Don't ever do that again, please." Finn could hear the worry wavering in her voice as she still clung to him.
Grabbing her face he pulling it so that he could look her right in the eye. "I'm fine Rachel. I don't take unnecessary risks. I needed to get you and that package out of the car and safe, and I did. Just believe me when I tell you I know what I'm doing, okay." He watched tears fill her deep brown eyes and he just couldn't help it, he had to reassure her in the one way he knew she would know. Leaning down he pulled her face towards him and let his lips meet hers in a soft, reassuring kiss. He could feel all of her fear through that kiss, and as he was ready to pull away, felt her hands on the back of his neck and pull him down towards her deepening the kiss. Not realizing how much he had needed the kiss as much as she had, he let the kiss deepen, losing all thoughts of what was around them, a noisy, dimly lit bus station. The kiss continued with tongues searching, stroking, hands moving, caressing until Rachel felt the gun resting in Finn's waistband, as well as a loud, "Ahmmmmm" coming from an old curmudgeonly looking mad glaring at them. "Get a room you two," was the last thing the man said before walking away from them.
Pulling back from his mouth, the look in her eyes showed all the questions that she had been keeping, but there was no time to talk about them. Putting his mouth close to her ear, still looking like a young couple running away, Finn whispered, "I'll tell you what you need to know, once we get on the bus, but first you need to tell me where we're going."
"Chicago. I figured we need to head to San Francisco and if those guys are after us we need to keep moving from town to town. We can easily lose them in Chicago if we need to." Finn nodded as he took the backpack from Rachel and hoisted it on his back as he handed her purse over. For some odd reason he had grabbed it before jumping out of the car.
"Greyhound 238 from Indianapolis to Chicago is now boarding in slot 10A. Departure is in fifteen minutes." Finn grabbed Rachel's hand and led her to the bus. As they boarded he saw her wrinkle her nose as they entered the old bus. It smelled of gasoline, mustiness and sweat, an unpleasant combination, but one Finn had become accustomed to in the Navy. He looked at the tickets and saw that they were sitting near the front of the bus, right in view of the video camera. They couldn't sit there and talk without being on tape. Seeing that there were only maybe a dozen more people getting on, Finn leaned out the door and asked the driver if they could sit anywhere. Getting an affirmative answer, Finn grabbed Rachel's hand again and led her to the very back and put her in the seat next to the window. As he sat down Finn carefully pulled the gun from his waistband and stowed it back into his backpack asking, "They did search the bag when you got to the station, right?"
"Yes. Where did you hide the key and your lock picks?"
"Don't worry; if they didn't find it, they aren't going to. I can tell from your eyes that you have a shitload of questions for me."
He watched her nod slowly and looks around to see that no one was really sitting by them. Lowering her voice in a conspiratorial whisper, "How did you get that gun on the plane since you only had one bag and you carried it on? Why do you have lock picks and how do you know how to pick locks? How did you plan an escape plan so quickly? Just who the hell are you Finn Hudson? Being a weapons specialist and rescue swimmer in the Navy didn't teach you all of that!"
Finn felt guilty about not being totally honest with Rachel, "I really am just a reporter Rachel. I just learned a lot of things in the Navy, some legal, some not so legal. You're just getting to see both sides. The only thing I can't tell you about is the gun. I just really can't. I'm so sorry I can't tell you, but you'll just have to trust me Sprout." Finn looked at Rachel, pleading with his eyes for her not to ask any more questions that he couldn't answer.
He watched her turn to him as the Indiana farmland passed behind her in the background as they went up I-65. He could see that she didn't totally believe him and he prayed she would let it go for a few, "Fine Finn. I'm not going to push it, but partners are always honest with each other, and if you want to work with me, then you have to be honest. I am with you. That chase we were just in? That was the first car chase I've ever been in. I went straight from the academy to my position in robbery. I was never a patrol cop. I was scared to death. I've never had anyone shoot at me. I've never had to leap from a moving car! All of this has happened to me in the last two hours and my partner who I have to trust my life with has secrets! I just need to know that you have my back. I need to know I'm safe with you." Finn watched a few tears fall and he fought the urge to pick her up and cradle her, making her feel safe and protected.
Sitting back, Finn debated about telling her everything, because it could cause as much trouble as holding some things back. He was damned if he did and damned if he didn't, but he really liked Rachel and he knew deep down that he could trust her with anything. She would never betray his trust, and as he leaned forward to open up, Kid Rock's American Badass came blaring out of her purse. His eyes widening at the song he never would have pegged her for, he watched her pick up her phone and put it on speaker and in a weary voice answered, "Hello Noah. Why are you calling me at almost three in the morning?"
"Why am I calling you at almost three in the morning? Lemme think…Could it be because you're fucking MIA? There I was enjoying a nice beer after a hard day's work, when my uncles, your fathers, called me because they hadn't heard from you in a few days, and when I went to your apartment it was empty and dark. No sign of you, but your car was here. When I asked your nosy old fart neighbor, she said you'd been seeing some mysterious guy. "
So again, I ask. Where. The fuck. Are. You?" Finn raised his eyebrows at the anger and concern Puck had.
"Dear cousin, I ran off and eloped with said mysterious man." Finn's eyebrows shot up at Rachel's statement as she looked straight into his eyes as she said it.
"If you went off and married Finn Hudson in Indianapolis, I'm gonna slap you on the back for finally joining the human race and living but then I'm required to shoot him through the eyes since he failed to be a proper dude and ask both your fathers and myself for your hand in marriage. How many times did you state that you'd like your boyfriend to do that like those crappy romantic movies you like so much? What's gotten into you that you're abandoning everything you've always believed in? Seriously Rachel, what the fuck are you and Hudson doing?" Rachel looked at Finn as Finn hit mute on the speaker and covered the mouthpiece.
"Is he reliable? Can we trust him with what we did Sprout?"
"Yes we can Finn. Noah won't betray us." Rachel took mute off and uncovered the mouthpiece,
"First Noah, how did you know I was with Finn Hudson?"
"Because I had Lauren call IMPD and ask if Jewfro was asking questions for the Herald because I wanted them to screw with him for payback for what he did to you, and they said no, it was a man by the name of Finn Hudson and his assistant Rachel Berry that were coming out for the Herald. Imagine my shock to find you changed professions overnight cuz. Anyway, Schuester needed to get a hold of you because Remington wants to chew your ass out again for some unknown reason. I stalled him by reminding him that you're on vacation and can't call you in for anything since you're not on the on-call list, but you better get your ass back here in Boston Rachel. Your job depends on it. You're dads don't even know where you are, and that has them freakin' out."
"I can't Noah. I'm onto something big. I'm gonna solve the Adams' case with Finn's help. You just have to trust me."
"I do trust you, I just don't trust Hudson. Can you tell me where you are and why it sounds like you're on a bus?" Finn watched Rachel look at him for permission, and he nodded slightly giving it to her.
"I'm on a bus heading towards Chicago. Finn and I just procured a map from Indianapolis, and we found the key from some greedy relatives." Rachel was seriously hoping that Noah was picking up on her code, "The relatives are after us and were shooting our ideas down and then they took us for a very fast car ride. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time!" Finn could see the excitement shine in Rachel's eyes as she recounted what had happened just a few hours before in a code that even he could follow. She would never make a very good spy, he thought to himself.
"You procured a map? What they hell Rachel? Don't tell me you're becoming the girl version of me. What the hell has that dumbass Hudson talked you into Rachel? Have you lost your fuckin' mind? And guess what cousin; you're now a real bad relative too. You fuckin' procured something!"
"Noah language. No I haven't and I have total faith in Finn. He would never do anything to put me purposefully in any danger." Rachel looked at him like he was the safest person in the world.
"No but you are now in possession of a family treasure. Do you know what's gonna happen to your career? And did you say the relatives took shots at you? Rachel what in the hell have you gotten yourself into baby cousin?"
"I know I'm right, Noah. We're solving this our way."
Noah sighed at the determined voice of his cousin and decided to address Finn. "Hudson, if anything and I mean anything happens to Rachel, I will take my spring loaded baton and use it on places on you that will make you scream like a girl, and then possibly turn you into one if you get my drift."
Finn did get his drift, and winced, his hand covering his groin automatically.
"Noah, he isn't forcing or doing anything to me. I am my own person, and I have agreed whole heartedly with everything. All I know is they are after us now. We're hoping to lose them in Chicago and make our way to San Francisco."
"Who's covering your back?"
"Finn and I cover each other's back. We're partners."
"I'm not talking about you getting laid Rachel. Who's covering you? Who's got your back?"
"Neither am I Noah. Finn and I are. We've got each other's back, and we're doing an excellent job."
"I'm coming. I can't take Lauren with me, but I'm getting the first flight to Chicago and am going with you. No one shoots at my baby cousin without Puckzilla coming after them. I'll text you when I get there so we can meet and since I know this is on speaker, Hudson, if anything, and I mean anything happens to my Rachel, I will hunt you down and take care of you the Puckerman way."
Finn had listened to the conversation the entire time, in awe at how much Puckerman cared for his cousin. Of course he figured that out the night at the pub, but still, the bravado he had heard that night was replaced by true concern for Rachel. Finn wished he had family to look after him like that. He had Kurt, but Kurt was more likely to verbally tear someone a new one than physically do it, and Finn wasn't close to any of his cousins since they were all on his dad's side and he rarely ever saw them.
"Puckerman, you won't be able to call Rachel after this. I'm gonna drop her phone and get a throw away. Just look for a Chicago area code for the text, it'll be Rachel. I don't want anyone tracking us through her phone or mine."
"Fine. I guess you do have some brains Hudson, just not enough to keep Rachel out of trouble. Take care of her man until I get to you two. She's a very special lady. Love ya Rach, and Hudson, remember what I said." Finn heard the love in Puck's voice as the phone clicked.
"You're ditching my phone?"
"Yes and no. We're ditching the battery. You can keep your phone and everything you have on it, it just isn't going to work. I don't want anyone to be able to hack your phone, and if there is power, there's that possibility." Finn watched Rachel take the back off her phone and pull the battery out and place it in her purse. Finn did the same after texting Kurt, his step-brother.
"Who'd you text?"
"My step brother Kurt. He lives in Chicago and is a souse chef. I'm hoping he lets us crash for a few before we have to hit the road again. As soon as I hear from him, I'm shutting my phone off too. Why don't you get some sleep Sprout? You look exhausted." Finn let his hand brush again her cheek, and felt her nuzzle into his hand. Pulling her towards him, he laid her head down in his lap and had her stretch out on the seats. Taking his denim jacket, he laid it over her and started lightly stroking her hair, fighting the urge to kiss her again. She was so peaceful. They should have been talking about the map and the sapphire, but they both needed to relax and sleep. They still had at least two more hours. Shifting in his seat, trying not to disturb Rachel, Finn let his eyes close as he kept stroking her soft brown hair letting exhaustion take him over too.
Finn woke up to the jolt of the bus pulling into its slot in the bus station. Looking down he saw Rachel securely snuggled in his lap, looking very peaceful for in a very uncomfortable position. Leaning down he whispered in her ear, "Rise and shine Sprout, we're in Chicago, the Windy City." Finn watched as Rachel's eyes fluttered open, revealing her soulful eyes and watched a smile spread over her face.
Sitting up and stretching, she looked at Finn with that same smile and whispered back, "Good morning. So now what are we going to do?"
"Ummm, I think we grab the 'L' and go over to Kurt's, and then we'll get a couple of phones and start looking at our prized poster. Maybe bed Kurt to make us some food too." Finn was stretching and twisting trying to get the kink out of his back. Throwing his backpack on and securing it to his back, he grabbed Rachel's hand and led her off of the bus. Looking around, Rachel pointed to a bodega that was near station and was advertising pay as you go phones. Finn let her take the lead as they walked in and saw the display of phones. He listened to her talk fluently in Spanish asking if the phones were had nationwide coverage and such, when getting the answers, she picked two cheap flip phones and Finn paid for them as they were activated. Grabbing the phones and Rachel, Finn led them towards the "L" and waited.
Finn looked over at Rachel and saw her giddiness, despite the situation they were in, "I've never been to Chicago. This is so exciting. I wish I could really spend time exploring the city instead of hiding from homicidal thieves. By the way, we need to get me a gun. I need to be able to protect both of us, since I am the only one of us that can legally carry and use a gun." Finn just shook his head in amusement and led Rachel onto the train. "Where are we going Finn, I need to text Puck," Rachel asked as she fiddled with her new phone and held it up to Finn's face and snapped a picture, setting it as her wallpaper.
After giving Rachel the address Finn looked over her shoulder at the picture. He couldn't help but chuckle at how he looked, the mouth pursed, like a kiss and his eyes were squinting, probably at Rachel and there was a glint to his eyes. "I look stupid in that picture."
"No you don't. You look like a man in love! Just what we need for our cover!" Rachel said as she kept playing with the phone. Finn about choked when he heard Rachel's second sentence. A man in love, Finn wasn't a man in love, no way, especially with Rachel. He just couldn't be. Finn felt a tap on his shoulder bringing him out of his thoughts. Looking at Rachel he saw something glistening in her hand.
"What do you have Sprout?" Finn was almost positive he knew the answer, but needed to hear it.
"Well, after what the man in the station said when we kissed, and what I had told Noah about us eloping, I thought it would be a good cover, so I bought us rings at the bodega, and they're ten karat gold too. So, Finn Hudson, will you do me the favor of being my fake husband?" He couldn't help but smile at the twinkle in her deep eyes and the smile on her lips.
Nodding Finn held out his left ring finger as she slid it on and then kissed the ring and his finger. Feeling a shiver overtake his body at the small touch of Rachel's lips, he returned the favor by slipping her ring that had a design etched in hers. Except instead of kissing her ring and finger, Finn leaned over kissing Rachel's lips tenderly, letting his left hand caress her cheek. Hearing a click, Finn and Rachel both pulled from the kiss and saw an older woman holding Finn's phone and grinning. "I couldn't help it, so I took such a sweet picture and put it on your phone. You two are so in love." The woman giggled as she walked forward to what would be the next stop. Finn looked at the picture and smiled, closing the phone and putting it in his pocket. His heart beating a little bit faster than normal.
Rachel sat there, still stunned by what the lady had said, You two are so in love. Rachel Berry was not in love with Finn Hudson. She couldn't be. He was just too much, and now too mysterious. How was he able to check a gun onto a plane? How does he know how to pick locks? Why is he appearing a lot smarter than he did before? And he didn't learn all of this in the Navy, no matter what he said. All of these questions baffled Rachel, but there was still that overwhelming feeling of being protected and safe with him too.
Of course Rachel couldn't really say anything she hadn't always been truthful with Finn and, she had kissed his ring and finger, because she just needed to. She needed to seal their fake marriage with a kiss, and then he had kissed her in the tenderest kiss she had ever experienced, sending a fluttering sensation through her. And now that lady said they looked so in love and had taken a picture of them. Finn hadn't let her see the picture, but she had an idea of what it looked like in her mind.
Rachel felt Finn grab her hand and pull her towards the front of the train. As he neared the doors, the train slowed down and Rachel saw a man holding flowers and had a huge grin on his face, "Finn, what did you tell Kurt when you texted him?"
"I told him that I was bringing my fiancé to meet him, and then we had to go. I guess since we have rings on I'll say it hasn't hit me yet that you're my wife. I just pray he doesn't tell mom. I told him it was a secret and NOT to tell mom about us yet." Letting Finn lead her out of the train, she saw a pale, perfectly coiffed and designer dressed man come running up to them and gave Rachel the lilies as he smacked Finn in the head.
"Finn Hudson, how can you have a fiancé and not tell anyone about it. We didn't even know you were dating anyone. I wish your life wasn't so damned secretive. No give me a hug and introduce me you Neanderthal." Rachel watched in awe as Finn looked embarrassed by his step-brother's admonishment and then gave him a shoulder hug. Rachel watched as Kurt turned towards her and smiled, "I'm so glad though that Finn found someone! After some of the disastrous girlfriends he's had, we didn't think he would ever settle down. He definitely picked a beauty too. You have lovely hair and nice cheek bones. You could use a bit of tweezing to tame your eyebrows, but you have such a Barbra nose that I can forgive you for now, but if you're going to be Kurt Hummel's sister-in-law, then we need to do something about that." Rachel just stood there with the flowers clutched in her arms while Kurt linked his arm with hers and led her to a SUV with Finn following holding both bags and muttering under his breath.
As Kurt opened the door for Rachel, he noticed the sparkle of her ring in the sun. She felt him grab her hand and heard a shrill shriek escape his lips, "Finn! You got married! You just texted me that you had a fiancée, not a wife!"
Rachel tried to pull her hand away from Kurt, be he had it locked into a death grip while Finn turned red and rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous manner, "We literally just got married in Indianapolis, and I'm not used to saying wife yet. Sorry?" Rachel watched Finn turn red as Kurt grabbed his hand too and looked at the rings.
"While they aren't platinum settings and huge karats, they somehow fit Finn and dare I say you too Rachel. I can't say you remind me of an ostentatious type. Anyway, let's get you two to my apartment and clean up. You smell homeless after being on that bus." Rachel's mouth dropped slightly in shock as Kurt admonished them and she secretly sniffed herself, not smelling anything awful. Shaking her head, she slid over in the back seat and buckled as Finn slid in beside her. The rode in silence back to Kurt's condo near Lake Michigan.
Going up to the twelfth floor, Rachel entered an impeccable condo, which was very modern, sleek with hints of Broadway dispersed throughout. It seemed to fit Finn's brother to a T. Rachel sat down on a comfortable sueded couch and relaxed as Kurt went to the kitchen and pulled out several pitchers of what looked like milk, iced tea, and juices. Grabbing glasses she watched him pour a glass of milk and then make two drinks of half iced tea and half juice, shaking them with some ice. He handed Rachel one the iced tea concoctions as she looked at him questioningly, "It's an Arnold Palmer, half unsweetened iced tea, half fresh squeezed lemonade. Enjoy, you look like you need it." Rachel took a sip and relaxed for a second. No one knew they were here except Noah, so they were safe for a few.
Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she opened her eyes to find Finn standing over her with his milk in his hand, "I'm going to go talk to Kurt and let him know what is going on. Why don't you try to take a little nap or something, okay?" Rachel just nodded and watched Kurt and Finn leave the living room and go into another room, shutting the door behind them. Rachel picked up the latest copy of Talkin' Broadway and started reading, and let herself pretend she was back in the life she had once wanted. As she kept reading she heard Finn and Kurt's voice raise.
"You're what? Finn! Are you frickin' crazy?"
"Shhh, Kurt keep your voice down." Rachel heard their voiced drop again. She wasn't going to eavesdrop even though she really wanted to. She stayed still.
"You have NO clothes Finn? As my brother, you should have learned by now that you should always be prepared for any fashion scenario. Because you're my brother and now I have a sister-in-law, I'm going to go out and buy you two some clothes. Just stay in the condo, and don't let anyone in. Alright?"
Rachel couldn't hear Finn's response, but a minute later watched both men walk out of the room. Rachel quickly buried her nose in magazine again acting like she hadn't heard anything. She watched Kurt grab his jacket he had on earlier and turned to Rachel, "Rachel, my dear new sister, I'm going out to get you and Finn some clothes since you two were in such a hurry to get here. I shouldn't be gone for anymore than an hour or two. Make yourself at home. Finn, behave and think about what I said." With that Kurt left the apartment, locking the bolt leaving Finn and Rachel alone.
Rachel watched Finn go into the kitchen and start pulling things out of the refrigerator mumbling about the selection. She couldn't help but smile at his quiet ranting over there being no junk food. She watched him walk to the couch and hand her a plate with a sandwich. Taking it the plate she gave him a shy, "Thank you."
"Thank me by not telling Kurt we're eating in the living room on his precious couch." Finn took a bite of his sandwich as Rachel did too. They ate their sandwiches in silence and when they had finished, Rachel took the plates back and washed them. When she walked back, Finn had Drake's map on the coffee table and had the sapphire in his hand.
"Are you seeing if you can decode the map?" She watched him nod and then his crooked smile grace his face.
Holding the sapphire up to her eye like a monocle, she looked through it at the wavy writing to see it become clear and sharp. This revealed writing that hadn't been there before, "Along the shore, two large boulders as big as ships lay next to each other. A small opening at its upper most point allowing only one to enter. Behind that opening lays the Spanish rewards." Rachel turned to Finn, amazed that he had found this. "We have the location Finn, we have the location!" She couldn't help herself and launched herself at him, putting him in a bear hug of Rachel Berry proportions. She could feel a chuckle rumble out of his chest, and it sent flutters through her again.
"But Rachel, we have the location, but we still don't know who to get into the cave? That's the part they have. We just know where the treasure is, but we can't get to it."
"Oh, I didn't think about it. So now we have to trap them and bring Sam Evans' murderer to justice. I just wonder which one did it?" Rachel saw Finn look away, like he was hiding something else. "Finn, what do you know. I've seen you enough to know when you're hiding something, so spill."
"It was the woman that killed Sam." Finn looked down not wanting to meet the glare Rachel was giving him.
"And how do you know that?" Rachel quirked her eyebrow at him, wondering what else he was keeping from her.
"James Lucas from the coroner's department called me and told me how he had died, and by the angles and what was used; it was most definitely a woman. They were still trying to figure out what object stabbed him, but it was a thin sharp blade with a rough surface, and by the angles it was someone smaller than Evans."
"So the woman that is now chasing us is the killer? And she's trying to kill us now, just great Finn, just great! Is there anything else I need to know before Noah shows up here? Because when he shows up with his guns, I'm gonna let him at you!" Rachel was screaming at Finn. She was livid with anger. How could he keep things like that from her? They were supposed to be partners. "Do you know another reason why I was made a detective directly out of the academy? Because I don't have the "beat cop sense" I can't feel my way through a situation, but they didn't want to lose me and my ability so they made me a detective. I've never fired my gun outside the gun range. I've never been in any form of a chase. That doesn't happen in robbery. And now I'm getting to do all of this and the person who is supposed to have my back is keeping shit from me! How am I ever supposed to trust you again Finn Hudson?" Rachel was screaming at the tall reporter. He had betrayed her trust, something that she didn't give to easily, and now he was proving that she was right to slap him that afternoon at the Adams'. He was using her. She started to shake in anger, unable to say anything else other than to ball her hands into fists and shake uncontrollably.
That's when she felt to hands capture both side of her face and force her to look up, up into deep whiskey eyes full of regret. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him. She would not cave to those eyes that seemed to penetrate her soul. She was so angry at him at this moment; she had to keep hold of that anger. Then she felt a whisper of his lips over hers, his breath cooling her hot face. Her eyes snapped open to see his just inches away, searching hers with a pleading look that made a small crack in her anger. She watched with eyes wide open as he came closer again, letting his lips brush against hers, a little more firmer this time before he pulled away, to look into her eyes again. He kept up the pattern until Rachel's eyes and lips gave him permission. She could fee l hot tears pool in her eyes as her mouth opened for Finn's next kiss, and this time he didn't pull back but kept kissing her softly, stroking her just as gently with his tongue. He was treating like she was a fragile crystal, and she wasn't, but the tenderness he treating her with made her feel safe and protected.
She felt him lift her up and lay her down on the couch, covering her body with his as his arms bulged as he kept his weight off of her, never breaking the slow tender kiss he had started. With every move of his lips and tongue, he seemed to wash her anger towards him away. Feeling him pull away, she moaned her disapproval, but quickly groaned in delight as his lips attached her pulse and one of his hands gently pulled her shirt up to stroke the ticklish skin of her stomach. She arched her neck to give him more access as she played with his hair, letting her nails lightly scrap his scalp, making a growl escape deep from his throat. Suddenly she didn't feel his warm lips on her neck anymore and looking to see what happened, she saw him staring at her as her hand still played with the hair at the nape of his neck, his eyes almost sparkling, his lips swollen, his breath coming out in short hot bursts, his hand that had been on her stomach, was resting on the skin of her back, heating her up. "God Sprout, I…" and she never heard what he said for the sound of the front door being busted open, wood flying everywhere.