A/N: This story is officially going M-Rated. I'm a bit rusty – hope this turns out OK!

An Unexpected Interruption

Chapter 10: The Big Finale

Two years, six months and a handful of days.

That was how long it had been since she'd been sexually involved with a man. The very thought made her groan and tinged her cheeks an embarrassing cherry color.

Truth be told, she hadn't really given much thought as to how long it had been until Jesse had whisked back into her life and slowly began plucking at tension filled, often unused muscles. Now? Now it was all she thought about.

She'd bowed out of that Friday's performance the previous Wednesday, claiming she needed to spend some quality time with her daughter. Her understudy had nearly peed herself out of sheer excitement.

Jesse waited until the last moment, feigning illness and left his assistant with an armful of notes and a threat of bodily harm should there be any slip ups that evening.

With their alibis in place, they were free to spend the evening together, uninterrupted.

Overwhelmed. That's what she felt. Overwhelmed and nervous.

She gazed at her naked reflection in the mirror critically, holding her own stare. It had been quite some time since she'd prepared herself for this kind of date and she felt a bit on edge. She knew the significance of that night… She knew what was coming.

Of course, the week leading up to their Friday date hadn't helped to soothe her jumpy nerves, though she suspected that was intentional on Jesse's part.

Flashback

"Fantastic show people! We packed the house and you all brought it down! Have a great evening everyone and I'll see you all tomorrow!"Jesse announced to his slowly departing cast, watching as they made for their dressing rooms.

He watched Rachel stride towards her dressing room as he fished his cell phone out of his pocket.

She sighed in sweet relief as she clicked the door shut behind her. Tonight's performance seemed to take more out of her than it normally did and her feet were letting her know just how displeased they were about that.

She'd gotten as far as stepping out of her shoes and pulling a couple of pins out of her hair when her phone buzzed from its spot on her dressing table. She picked it up as she pulled a few more pins, freeing several chocolate locks from the stiff updo they'd been pinned into earlier.

She sank down on the couch and slid her thumb down, unlocking the phone.

Jesse: Have I told you how much I love that black dress?

Rachel grinned as she tucked her legs underneath herself and tapped out her response.

Rachel: Only every night since we opened.

Jesse: Remind me to buy the costume department lunch. What's it going to take to convince you to wear that Friday night?

Rachel: Jesse, it's a little short to wear to dinner, don't you think?

Jesse: Who said anything about wearing it to dinner?

His suggestive response sent a jolt of electricity through her veins. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes fluttered closed. He was teasing her… Torturing her… And all she wanted was more.

End Flashback

He'd suggested a small Italian eatery situated in the heart of Manhattan, a place he'd come to think of as his own over the years, a place he wanted to share with her.

She'd agreed and he'd promised to pick her up at 7 from her apartment, which meant she had approximately 11 minutes to finish dressing.

After gazing pensively at her reflection for a few additional moments, she turned and grabbed the garment bag hanging on the hook in her closet.

She stepped into the one shouldered dress and slid it into place, pulled the zipper shut and stepped into her cranberry colored heels. She ran a hand through her loosely curled locks and leaned forward to appraise her makeup in the mirror one last time before righting herself just as the doorbell rang.

Rachel closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled. She grabbed her purse and strode to the front door.

She opened the door and grinned at the man standing in front of her. He was wearing a dark gray suit with a black dress shirt and black shoes.

"My god you're a sight for sore eyes." He told her as he stepped into her personal space, one hand on her waist, the other at her elbow. He blatantly dragged his eyes down her small but toned frame and offered her a small smirk that very clearly said 'I like what I see.'

She rolled her eyes at his obvious come on but couldn't manage to keep the faint blush off her face.

"Crazy that I can still do that huh?" He asked cheekily, clearly referring to her conflicted reaction.

She offered him a small grin as she handed him her coat and turned her back to him.

"Be the gentleman I know you like to pretend you are and help me with my coat." She told him, not bothering to keep the laughter out of her voice.

Dinner was as mouthwatering as he'd promised. They'd been seated at a small corner table, close enough that her bare leg had brushed against his suit clad thigh more than once.

He moved them along to a small jazz club shortly after Rachel had declared dessert to be 'sinfully decadent' and he'd declared she would know exactly how 'sinfully decadent' he could be before the night was over.

That comment had earned him a raised eyebrow and a slight shiver down her spine that he'd only felt because he hadn't stopped touching her since the evening had begun.

Now, they were nestled into a small round booth at the back of the club, their table lit only by a small white candle housed in a worn red jar.

He ditched the formalities when they sat down. He'd pulled her flush to his side and tangled his hand with hers. She was sipping her second vodka cranberry and he was nursing his third beer. She was humming softly along with the music.

Jesse sent a cursory glance to his watch. It was nearing 10. The house would be empty by now, Justin had made plans to spend the evening with Olivia and her father. Really, he couldn't have planned it better if he'd tried. Though, mere thought of their children finding out their secret made his stomach turn.

He pushed that feeling down for the moment. That was not what this evening was supposed to be about. It was supposed to be about them and only them.

Rachel felt a light squeeze on her arm. She turned her gaze up to his and offered him a small smile.

"Ready to head out?" He whispered against her ear. She nodded her agreement and they quickly gathered their personal items and headed out into the brisk night.

She squeezed his bicep as they stepped to the curb so he could flag down a cab.

"You know, the subway would have been fine." She ventured as they settled into the back of the cab.

He rolled his eyes good naturedly. "Rachel. I think I can afford cab fare to Brooklyn." He chided, tugging a strand of her hair playfully.

"I still can't believe you live in Brooklyn." She shot back, obviously feeling playful now herself.

"Mock all you want, my house is spectacular." He replied dramatically.

Jesse sighed contentedly. This… This was the way he wanted to spend the rest of forever. Hell, he'd pay good money to spend the rest of forever just like this.

The ride to his brownstone was short. All too soon, he was tugging her out of the cab and up the steps of his home.

Her heart was pounding out an erratic pattern as she followed him into the darkened house.

He quickly flipped a switch and the room was bathed in a soft glow.

"Drink?" He suggested as he hung their coats on the rack by the door.

Feeling the need for a little liquid courage, she nodded her agreement and followed him to the small bar tucked into the corner of his often used living room.

Rachel slid into one of the two barstools and waited as he mixed her a vodka and cranberry.

She took a grateful sip and felt her body start to relax.

He joined her in the other seat, scotch and water in hand.

A couple of drinks in, she was starting to feel the heat coil in her stomach. She wished she could blame the liquor, but she had a sneaking suspicion it had more to do with the hand Jesse had resting on her upper thigh than anything else.

She felt that same hand brush a little higher up her thigh as he praised their opening night.

"Of course, we wouldn't have gotten those reviews without you." She complimented, not bothering to hide the teasing tone of her voice.

He squeezed her leg as he gave a chuckle. "C'mon. You're Rachel Berry. It didn't matter who directed you, it was going to be a hit." He returned, his voice quiet and humble.

"I still can't believe how far you've come… Where's my arrogant, self loving, fiercely competitive, ruthless ex-boyfriend!" She challenged as she downed the rest of her drink.

"He was an asshole." Jesse retorted with a small laugh as he took a pull off his drink, hi hand never leaving her thigh.

She chuckled at his admission.

"Yes, he was. Old Jesse… Old Jesse was a bit lost… A little mean… And very self absorbed." She assessed wisely and not inaccurately.

He swiped his thumb across the smooth skin of her upper thigh and set his glass down.

"And what about me? New Jesse? What are your thoughts on me now?" He questioned, his eyes flitting between her eyes and her lips.

"New Jesse… New Jesse is talented… Smart… A little wicked… Very confident… Incredibly sexy…" She trailed off, her eyes hooded and dark as she peered up at him.

That was all it took. She gripped the lapel of his jacket as his lips crushed hers. He tasted like Italian food and good liquor, it was a heady, intoxicating combination.

His fingers brushed up her arm before they tangled in her hair and pressed her closer to him. Moments later, he drew his tongue along the seam of her lip and she granted him access, their tongues now battling for dominance.

The hand that had been firmly planted on her leg was now gripping her hip as he attempted to pull her impossibly closer.

He finally broke their kiss when the need for oxygen became all too consuming. He grinned at the low whine she released when he'd pulled back. Wordlessly, he slid to his feet and pulled her along with him. This wasn't going to happen at his bar. At least, not the first time.

She followed him as he led her by the hand up to his bedroom.

His hand on the doorknob, he turned to her, met her gaze and whispered "Last chance to back out."

Rachel gazed into his eyes and shook her head. "Thanks, but I'm good."

With that, she gave him a little nudge and he pushed the door open.

She'd no sooner stepped into the room when he'd pressed her back against the door. His lips drank her in, tasted her, demanded more.

She wound her arms around his neck, desperate to press closer to him. His hands, which had found purchase on her slender hips, were now dancing up her sides, tracking higher with each passing moment. His fingers brushed the small pull of the zipper running up her left side.

He didn't hesitate as he grasped the small pull and began to slide it downwards, exposing creamy white skin along the way.

Her eyes closed as the slow torture continued. Her breath hitched as she felt his nimble fingers push the fabric from her body and felt it pool at her feet. All that was left was her strapless bra and the scrap of material doubling as her panties.

She felt herself blush crimson. It had been so very long since she'd done this, and just as long since she'd been this naked…

"You really know how to boost my ego." He whispered as he cracked a grin.

She opened her eyes and met his amused gaze. She rolled her eyes skyward.

"Ok Chuckles. I'm not going to be the only one in the buff here. Lose the shirt. And the pants too." She instructed, one hand on her panty covered hip.

He happily obliged, and quickly shucked his jacket. He toed off his shoes and socks as he yanked the dress shirt from his waist. His fingers flew down the buttons as she gazed at him, her need to see him growing.

She moved forward, stilling his hands as they moved to his pants.

"I think I can take care of this part."

She never broke eye contact as she slid h is belt free and tossed it to the floor, her small fingers returning to the button and zipper holding his pants in place.

He released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when he felt his pants hit the floor.

He stepped out of them and moved towards her. He smirked when she started backing up.

She felt the edge of the bed brush against the backs of her knees. That was it, the end of the road.

She tilted her face up to meet his gaze and found herself staring into a set of very dark, lust filled blue eyes.

His lips anchored themselves to hers as his hands gripped her to him, one hand slid into her hair while the other shamelessly cupped an ass cheek.

He pressed her back, urged her to lay back. She complied with his request and was rewarded with his heavy weight on top of her. She found that she liked it, that heavy, masculine body pressed against her softer, curvier female form.

Jesse felt the heat rolling off her in waves. She was a furnace when she was turned, a fact he'd never gotten to explore until recently. He flicked his tongue along the expanse of her collar bone while his fingers danced a pattern down her flat stomach.

Moments later, his mouth closed around one lace covered nipple and a small, satisfied moan escaped her. Without breaking their contact, he reached behind her and flicked the clasp on the bra, pulled it away and flung it to the floor.

"Much better." He muttered softly as he dragged his tongue across her small, pebbled nipple.

She panted out her approval as his lips started their descent downward. A kiss pressed to her hip, his tongue flicking the inside of her navel. All too soon, he'd reached his destination.

"Think it's about time for these to make their exit." He suggested as he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and swiftly pulled them down. They landed on the floor, near their haphazard pile of discarded clothing.

He ran his hands down the tops of her thighs to her knees, where he lightly applied pressure, indicating he wanted her to open up for him.

She complied and her knees fell open for him.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he turned his gaze back to the woman who was naked beneath him.

Jesse leaned forward, drawing himself back up her body for just a moment. His tongue darted out and licked the shell of her ear before he spoke.

"I'm going to taste you now. Hope that's ok with you." He whispered in her ear.

He didn't give her a chance to protest. Before she fully registered the weight of his words, he was gone, his head now firmly between her thighs.

The next thing Rachel felt was his warm breath on her core. That, followed by a single lick of his tongue up her slick folds. Rachel shuddered out her ecstasy and tangled her hands in his curly hair.

He gently sucked on her clit, swirling his tongue across the sensitive skin. He smirked when he heard the moan resound as she tightened her legs around him.

She arched into his mouth as she bit her lip. He was dangerously close to pushing her over the edge and all she could think about was how wonderful the fall would feel.

A single finger joined his talented mouth and that was all it took to change the composed woman beneath him into a quivering, moaning tangle of limbs.

All of a sudden, she felt impatient. Impatient and frustrated… And horny.

She wrapped a small hand around his bicep and pulled. She needed him inside her yesterday.

He complied with her silent request and slid back up her body.

She sighed at the feeling of his hard body pressed against hers. He drew himself up and pulled back slightly, holding her gaze.

"That was fast."

He cocked an eyebrow at her and waited for her response.

She blushed and pinched her eyes shut.

"God, I know! I'm sorry, I just-" She started but he quickly cut her off.

"I'm just having a little fun with you Rach. Don't need to apologize." He assured as he pressed a couple of lazy kisses to her neck.

"It's been awhile… A really long while… Since this has happened. So I want to apologize in advance for-"

Again he cut her off.

"If you apologize one more time-"

This time, it was her turn to cut him off. "You'll what? Spank me?"

He grinned widely at her suggestion and laughed. "Something tells me you might enjoy that." He muttered as he shifted.

He rested a knee between her thighs and nudged them wider. She gave into his request.

The feel of him, heavy between her legs, had her lifting her hips upwards, hoping for contact.

He pressed a solid hand against her hip and pushed her body back onto the bed.

Once he was sure she was calmed, he situated himself and leaned over her, holding her eye contact.

Rachel felt the tip of his cock brush against her slick folds. She hissed out her need, it wasn't enough. She wanted to feel all of him.

He wrapped one arm around her slender hip and braced himself against the mattress with the other.

She gasped out her pleasure as she felt him slowly pushing into her. The hardness of his cock combined with her hot, slick wetness was a combustible combination.

Jesse groaned as she slid deeper, mentally committing this moment to memory. His grip on her hip tightened as he seated himself deep inside her.

"God Rach… You're killing me here. You're not even moving and your killing me." He gasped out hoarsely. He didn't do this nearly as often as he used to but prided himself on having full control over his body. Or at least, he used to. She was snatching away his control, bit by bit.

She offered him a small smirk before shifting her hips against his, grinding up into him.

He let loose a string of nonsensical words and stilled her movements with his hands.

"I would like for this to last longer than 2 minutes. I'm sure you would too. But unless you stop, I'm going to lose it like a pathetic sixteen year old boy." He hissed in her ear.

And for once in her life, Rachel listened.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an hour in her world. He started moving, shallow, slow thrusts… His mouth hot against her neck… His fingers pinching and plucking at her overly sensitive nipples…

She pushed against him in a silent request for him to thrust harder. And because he was Jesse St. James, he got the message.

He picked up the pace, pushing deeper and harder each time. Rachel moaned his name breathily when he found a particularly sensitive spot.

"God yes, Jesse…. Ooohhh… God…" She panted out, her small fingers digging into his bicep, urging him to go faster, harder.

He was sweating. Honest to God sweating. He'd never had to exercise this much self control in his life, but it was all he could do to keep from 'closing down' prematurely.

But she wasn't letting up. She rocked harder against him, her soft, breathy words of encouragement only sending bolts of excitement to his cock.

Jesse grabbed her left leg, bent it and tucked it in between the two of them, hoping a change in position would help him cool down.

Right up until she arched against him and buried her hands in his hair. "Fuck Jesse… God… That feels so good…" The words tumbled out in a soft voice, barely above a whisper.

"God damnit you feel good. Fuck. I'm close. I'm going to need you to come for me baby." He whispered in her ear.

Before she could say anything, he snaked a hand between the two of them and lightly circled and pinched her clit as he quickened his pace.

She was tumbling over the edge within four strokes, and he was only three behind her.

He collapsed onto the bed below them, his hand now securely tucked in hers.

For the first few minutes, all that could be heard were their pants, their attempts to regain control of their breathing.

Without a word, he quickly pulled back the covers on the massive bed and held them open for her.

"C'mon, we're both going to need more than 15 minutes of rest if we plan to do that again tonight." He told her, a wicked grin on his face.

She raised an eyebrow. "Again huh? Aren't we a little old for that?" She asked playfully.

He chuckled as she burrowed underneath the blanket.

"Why do you think I suggested sleeping first? I'm horny, not stupid."

A/N: So there you go. It's been FOREVER since I've done one of those, so I hope I did it justice.

Let me know what you think!