A/N- Sorry for the delay between posts. I was on vacation. I never thought I'd say this, but thank YHWH that's over. Also I had picked two different sappy angsty songs to use as inspiration for this chapter but in the end neither of them fit. I'm not so sure that this one fits either, but I'm obsessed with it right now so let's pretend it does. (Even though the vocal range really reminds me more of Artie, and the fact that the hook includes the words "sister" frankly weirds me out a little.)
Also there's good news and bad news. The good news is that this update is longer than most of the others. The bad news is that this installment cuts off before we get to the fun bits. Sorry but it's late and I really needed to go to bed.
Chapter 10 – Hey, Soul Sister
"What… Why… What?" Rachel fumbled as she stared at me from the stairs.
She's cute when she's about to freak out, but I don't really have time to spool her up right now. I look over at her as I bend down and pick up the clothes I just dropped at my feet. "Can I throw my clothes in the washer Rachel? They're still kinda sticky and I don't want that purple shit to stain 'em."
Rachel relaxes visibly as she figures out that's why I'm practically starkers in the middle of her living room. She nods once and waits for me on the third step because the laundry room is upstairs.
Since I know she's not expecting it I wrap my free arm around her waist and pull her to me for a kiss. I try to keep it gentle, to show her I'm not only in this for the nookie, but I don't let her break it off until after I coax a soft whimper from her. "Morning sleepyhead," I whisper as I rest my forehead against hers.
She draws in a shaky breath and I can feel her blushing as she sort of whispers her reply. "Hi." I've missed this. I used to love when she'd get shy like this. She's more real like this- more vulnerable and honest. Sure she comes off as a cross between Tracy Flick and Whitney Houston during the Bobby Brown years, but when she's like this I so don't want to set myself on fire. I know it's my fault she's not like this more. It wasn't just Santana I fucked on Rachel's birthday last year. I broke Rachel. And that broke me.
I kiss Rachel's nose and smile as she leans in to kiss me. It's the first time she's initiated a kiss since I told her I still love her. She chews on my lower lip like she's starving and wraps her arms around my neck. I growl when she rubs her hands through the `hawk.
"Babe if you're making it hella hard not to throw you down and fuck you right here." I say into her ear. "And the last time I did that you were black and blue for a month."
She snorts and pulls away a little reluctantly. "The last time my blood cell counts were shit."
"Are you questioning my badassness?" I tease as I taker her hand and walk up the stairs.
"Whatever Noah. Do you want to borrow some clothes?" she asks as she opens the door to the laundry room.
"Maybe," I say nonchalantly. I use my ninja skills to make sure she's standing between the washing machine and me without her knowing what I'm up to. When she reaches up to the shelf and grabs one of those combination detergent and fabric softener sheets and starts the machine. I reach around her and drop my clothes in the washer. Once both of my hands are free I gently reach for the bottom of her sweater. I kiss her neck once and then broach my dope ass plan. "Or you could throw your clothes in with mine and we could take a shower together. I'll help you get sugar out of your hair if you help me get it out of mine."
She turns around slowly in my arms and stares at me for just long enough for me to get my hopes up. I can tell she's made her decision and I'm not going to like it before she says anything. I'd like to believe she actually considered it but I can tell she's totally not going to go for it.
Shit. I am totally not a badass. "Or we could each take our own showers and I could borrow some clothes for now."
Rachel smiles up at me like she's proud that I'm a weak ass punk with no game. If it had been a Cherrio who'd just shut me down I'd be pissed, but goddamn I can't resist this girl so I just grin back, take the towel she hands me and head toward the shower in the guest bedroom. When did I turn in to Finn?
Eight minutes later I walk back to the laundry room to throw my socks in with the rest of my clothes. And totally walk in on Rachel wearing just a matching bra and panty set as she tosses her own slushie covered clothing in with mine.
Some of the strangling noises that I thought I was making in my head must have slipped out because Rachel jumped a little and turned to face me. "Noah what are you doing here? I thought you were going to take a shower."
"I am. I mean I did. I'm done. My socks…" Seriously, when the fuck did Hudson invade my body?
"Oh that's right. You hate wearing dirty socks." Rachel reached out and took my socks from me and tossed them in with everything else before closing the lid to the washing machine.
"Rachel you're fucking hot." I growl before stalking toward her.
I'm on predator mode now and my sense are jacked the fuck up. I see her pulse jumping in her throat between the two badass hickies I gave her earlier. I see her eyes go wide and her pupils dilate. I hear her breath catch in her throat and fucking sense her squeeze her thighs together the way she does when she really wants to touch herself but doesn't want me to know about it.
"Noah… maybe we shouldn't. I didn't really mean for you to see me like this." She's forcing the words out. Trying to sound confident and commanding but I swear I see her nipples are getting harder with every step I take toward her.
"You never did let me see your berries downstairs when I had my fingers in you Rachel," I say as I stop three feet in front of her. It's further than I want to be but I need her to come to me this time. It has to be equal.
I watch her shiver again, watch her eyes roam over my body as she tries to avoid my gaze. I clench my pecks to make my nipple ring move just to see what she does.
Without realizing what she's doing Rachel reaches out and touches it. No one really knows this about Rachel but sometimes she has shit impulse control. Actually everyone kind of knows this, but they think it's cause she's a self-centered bitch. Let me be clear, I don't think she's a self-centered bitch, but if, and I'm not saying that it's true, but if she is a self-centered bitch then it's okay because she's MY self-centered bitch and there's nothing hotter than a girl who has the balls to go after what she wants.
I hiss as Rachel strokes my nipple and plays with the ring. The hiss catches her attention and her gaze jerks up and meets mine. Her eyes widen even more when she sees just how tightly she has me wound. She yanks her hand away as if it's burned.
"You don't have to stop," I say gruffly.
She blinks and shivers. She crosses her arms and rubs her hands up and down between her shoulders and her elbows. "You didn't have that Before."
I swallow and nod. "I got it after. I was drunk and it seemed like a good idea. Hurt like a fucking bitch though."
Rachel cocks her head to the side and looks back and forth between the nipple ring and my face. "Why?"
I shrug and try not to stare at her nipples as we discuss mine. "It seemed badass."
She snorts again. (I'm pretty sure I'm the only one she snorts for which probably should be weird but it is kinda hot.) "Sometimes you're an idiot. You know that right?"
"We talked about it once. Do you remember?" I ask her as I brush her bangs back so I can see her eyes more clearly.
She nods almost without thinking and blushes instantly. I'm surprised she could get any redder, but the fact that she did makes my dick twitch. Fuck. I seriously should have jacked it in the shower.
She clears her throat and starts to reach for the ring again before she stops herself.
I take her hand in mine and slowly lift her fingers to my mouth. My tongue snakes out and I lick her pointer finger and her thumb before pushing them together and then sucking gently on them. She shivers again and my cock rises past full mast.
"Tell me," I urge as I place her fingers back on my nipple ring.
She clears her throat a second time and stares at the ring for a second before she rolls my nipple hesitantly between her fingers. "We were watching a movie in my basement."
I can't keep the gruffness out of my voice when I push her on. "What kind of movie were we watching Rache?" God this is hot.
"Porn. We were watching porn. One of the movies you bought me when I told you I wanted to see what the big deal with pornography was."
Rachel's gaze was transfixed on the ring now. She was getting obsessed with it. I've known her since we were four and I've seen her get obsessed with things before. She'd been obsessed with the nipplerings we'd seen in the movies- both on guys and girls. That had been totally hot and probably the only reason I'd gotten it done last summer. We obviously hadn't been together then but the memory of her obsession had somehow filtered up into my spank-bank and I'd decided to get one. She didn't need to know that even if it would probably make her cream her panties right now.
"Do you remember the name of the movie Rachel?" I ask her as I push the straps of her bra to the edge of her shoulders and the move them back. Knowing I could totally have her naked right now if I tried is both awesome and terrible. I can give her a map and point her in the right direction, but I really fucking need her to be behind the wheel on this and not just along for the ride. Otherwise I'll wonder if she came back to me cause she's under my spell or cause she actually loves me. Seriously, my sex-fu is that strong.
Rachel leans forward like she wants to take the ring in her teeth but instead her tongue darts out and she licks me. I groan and think about Finn thinking about mailmen. It doesn't help.
Her hands are on my shoulders now as she tries to use me as an anchor. "What movie Rachel?" I ask again, trying to slow things down a little.
Rachel looks up at me and there's a trace of irritation on her face. "I don't know Noah, I didn't exactly memorize the titles. It's in my DVD wallet in the back of my closet if you really want to know."
Which means she totally knows what movie it was but there's no way she's going to cop to it.
I smirk and kiss her hard before I fuck it up and call her out on the fact that she kept the movie in the first place. And I'd lay money on that wallet being somewhere a lot easier to access than the back of her closet.