Short chapter this time around, but I still think you're going to like it.
She's sitting on the couch and he's crouched down in front of her, rubbing peroxide on her cut knees. neither of them are saying anything, but it isn't an awkward silence, it feels more comfortable, like she's finally where she belongs again. He places a few band-aids over the cuts and pulls her pant-legs down before sitting on the couch next to her.
"Thank you," she says softly.
"No problem," he says as he reaches for her hand, happy that she squeezes it back.
"I'm so sorry Finn," she says, her voice breaking. "I'm so sorry I left you."
"Shh," he says. "That's over now, you came back to me. That's what matters."
"It wasn't supposed to be this way," she says, wiping a stray tear with the back of her hand. "We were supposed to be a family, we were supposed to drive Julie to her first day of kindergarten and high school and college, and she was supposed to visit us in the summer and bring home some boy that you hated instantly for no reason, and she was supposed to marry that boy and give us grandchildren and…" She trails off, her voice breaking again, and he lets go of her hand and puts his arm around her shoulders. "But none of that happened. One second we were happy, we were a family and the next, she's just gone. And it just didn't make any sense, is still doesn't make any sense and I'm just so angry Finn."
"I'm angry too, and heartbroken and confused," he says. "I still can't believe that she's gone, and you know when it happened I just felt like the whole world had turned against me, and the only thing that stopped me from ending it all was the fact that I still had you."
She squeezes her eyes closed and wipes her nose with the back of her hand, her body heaving with quiet sobs. And he rubs her back and pulls her close.
"And I had you too, and I was so grateful for that," she says, pulling herself together. "But it was just so hard Finn. Do you remember when I said that I couldn't look at you anymore?"
"Yeah, I remember," he says.
"It was because when I looked at you, all I could see was her," she explains tearfully. "Because you know she had your eyes and your smile and your freckles and…" she trails off, she has her hands on his face at this point looking into his eyes the way she used to. "She even had you taste in music," she continued, laughing a little through her tears. It had been so long since she laughed.
"You're wrong about one thing," Finn says brushing a stray bit of hair behind Rachel's ear. "She had your smile. And she kisses him, it's the first time she's kissed him since before she left, and he deepens it, pulling her close and kissing her with every ounce of love in his heart.
"I screwed up Finn," she says breaking the kiss. "I screwed everything up."
"No, no you didn't," he says reassuringly. "You just needed time to heal."
"But so did you, and I just left you when you needed me the most," she looks so guilty and sad and he just wants to hold her and never let go.
"And do you know how I made it through," he says.
"How?"
"Because," he continues, stroking her hair softly. "Because I knew you would come back."
"You did?" she says.
"Of course I did, and I was right."
"I don't know where to go from here," she says. "But I know that I love you, I never stopped, not for a second. And I'm so sorry if I made you feel like I did."
He can't take it anymore, he needs to be with her now, he kisses her again and pulls her into his arms proceeding to carry her into his— no, their bedroom.
"Make love to me Finn," she whispers as he lays her down, and the words sound so sweet that they almost bring tears to his eyes. He presses his lips to hers again, kissing her tenderly as she softly caresses his face. He pulls off his shirt and she pulls off hers and they collapse into each other again, and he kisses her neck and feels his heart skip a beat when she moans softly and runs her fingers through his hair and whispers that she loves him, and he tells her that he loves her too. She unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants and pulls them down with ease. He's ready immediately, he needs her so much it almost scares him and he can tell that she needs him too and he's wanted this for so long.
"Tell me it's going to be okay," she says, her voice is so small and broken, and he knows that it's going to be a long time before she's done hurting, but she's here, she's here and he's never letting her go again. "Tell me everything will be okay."
"Everything will be okay," he says, looking deep into her eyes and speaking with conviction.
"I think I believe you," she says before pressing her lips to his again and he pulls off her pants and panties, not pulling his lips from hers for a second.
He enters her slowly, and feels her grip on him tighten as he begins to move in and out of her. She moves with him, meeting his thrusts with perfect rhythm, her legs wrapped around his hips like a vice and her arms around his shoulders, holding him close. They fit together like puzzle pieces, and their bodies are so aching with need that they can't let go, not even for a second, not even when the wave of pleasure washes over them and they collapse into each other, panting and shaking and in love. He lays there on top of her, planting light kisses on her damp skin as she runs her soft fingers up and down his back, and he drifts off to sleep, still entangled in his lover like a vine.
When he wakes up the next morning she's right there next to him.