Rachel had no idea what to pack for her first trip to Columbus later that night. She had spent two days going over the pros and cons of traveling light, but considering it was her first trip to Jesse's city, she reasoned that the extra baggage fair was worth the price to have all of the essentials. He wouldn't tell her any of the plans he'd made, so she had to pack for every occasion.
"Please do not tell me you're taking this?" Kurt stated as he picked up a top from inside her suitcase. "Honestly, Rache, you haven't seen the man in weeks. Do you really wish for him to doubt your sexual appeal as soon as you step off the plane?" Of course Rachel could always count on Kurt to give his opinion of her wardrobe, although his jabs conveniently only targeted the clothing she allowed herself to choose. "Come on, we're going shopping."
She was halfway out the door before he'd told her not to bother with excuses. "I stumbled upon this incredible lingerie boutique in the Village, and I've been dying for an excuse to go back!" He squealed with excitement. She laughed to herself as she ran back to the counter to grab her purse. Maybe quitting her second job wasn't such a good idea after all…
An hour later she found herself walking aimlessly through the small aisles at Buxom Beauties, contemplating her escape. "Kurt," she whispered in her friend's ear, "I think these outfits are for… you know… working girls. There isn't a single top in here that is proportionate to my body." She looked down in shame as the realization that her semi-flat chest had followed her into adulthood. Not that she'd ever had complaints from her suitors before, but it had always been a sore subject in her mind.
"Yes they do, Rachel, they just keep them in the back of the racks. Here! This one would look perfect on you!" he exclaimed as he held up a black lace number that left very little to the imagination. Rachel immediately blushed at the prospect of ever wearing it, but she had to admit that she would kill to see the look on Jesse's face as he undressed her. She was shoved into the dressing room with the smallest available size before she was able to formulate an argument, and she took a deep breath as she eyed herself in the mirror. "I can do this."
Outside, Kurt had two fingers in his mouth, ready to release an embarrassingly loud whistle when Rachel emerged from the dressing room. The sight was unexpected though, and he let his hand fall to his side as his jaw hit the floor. "Oh my God, Rachel. You look… (he shook his head before continuing) you look simply stunning." She smiled to herself as she closed the door again to her dressing room. She had already determined she would sell one of her kidneys if she had to to purchase the outfit, and seeing that expression on her gay best friend's face did nothing but solidify her decision. She was ready to head to Ohio.
Jesse kept nodding off in the baggage claim, and he continued to jerk his head up every time his brain lost consciousness to slumber. It was 3:15 in the morning, and he had no idea how he was supposed to start his day in a few hours. He cursed himself for using the majority of his vacation days previously in the year, but he only had a little over two more weeks left before the rest of his summer was free. He contemplated how he would inevitably spend his free month before his chin rested on his chest once again, and his breathing became deeper as strangers from the terminal passed him by.
Rachel, meanwhile, was busily walking down the lane in search of the baggage claim, her predetermined reunion location she'd chosen with Jesse the day before. She had been exhausted when she'd boarded the plane after her performance that night, but luckily she was able to sleep on the plane ride. Two hours wasn't long by any means, but it had rejuvenated her enough to stay awake with Jesse before he had to leave to teach. She was disappointed when he'd called to tell her he couldn't take off from school, but she had understood. Jobs come first, and she realized that better than anyone.
She stopped as soon as she reached the lounge area of her flight claim and had found Jesse with his arms crossed and his head down in a nearby chair. She seized the opportunity of Jesse's slumber to appreciate the innocence of his looks, and she instantly felt her heart growing larger in her chest. She grabbed her bag that was currently spinning on the track beside her and made her way over to his chair. As she brushed the loose curls from his forehead, she leaned down to kiss his cheek.
"Hi," she whispered as she noticed him stirring to sit upright. He was even more beautiful than she'd remembered, if that was possible. She made a mental note to never let this much time go between them again.
"Welcome to Columbus," he said with a sleep-filled husky voice. "Should we grab your luggage?" He then peered around the room, blinking heavily to refocus his eyes.
"Two steps ahead of you," Rachel beamed as she pointed to her bag. "Let's get you home, shall we?" Jesse kissed her lightly before he grabbed her bag and they made their way out into the fresh Ohio air. He pointed to his car in the temporary parking lot as she offered to drive. He agreed without hesitation and typed his address into the GPS before leaning back in the passenger seat. It was then that he allowed himself to take in Rachel's appearance for the first time since she had descended the plane. She was breathtaking. He could tell she had taken extra time in doing her smokey eye makeup while she must have still been in New York, and her hair had been washed and straightened in soft curls after her show. He continued to let his eyes wander as he took in her attire. "Hey, Rache, I know we're about 10 hours away from each other, but the weather isn't that much different in Ohio. I don't think you'll be needing that trench coat."
"Speak for yourself, St. James. When you live up north you're in a constant cold front." They both laughed lightly as he grabbed her right hand from the wheel to place a soft kiss on her knuckles. Her heart started racing as she reminded herself to concentrate on the road.
"I've missed you," he whispered. He placed a soft kiss on her knuckles once again before slowly making a pattern up her arm with his lips.
"How far until we get to your place?" she asked with urgency in her voice.
"Fifteen minutes, tops," he muffled as he continued on his kissing destination to Rachel's neck. He was then thrown back in the seat as Rachel pushed the pedal of his car to the floor.
Rachel's hands were all over Jesse's body as he fumbled with the key to his apartment. They had already tripped over her luggage twice in their haste to get to seclusion, and Rachel's lips on his neck were not helping Jesse's attempt at blindly fitting the key into the doorknob. Finally he heard a click as they tumbled inside, and Rachel tried to focus as she realized they were standing in his living room. She broke the kiss as she turned around and walked a couple of feet away from him.
"Jesse, this place is beautiful!" She stood flabbergasted as she took in the décor that would make even Kurt jealous. The walls were painted a very pale shade of lime that were otherwise filled with various sizes of dark wooden picture frames. They all held snapshots of people she assumed to be his loved ones – old college friends, his aunt and uncle, and a handful of a little boy and girl from what appeared to be the most recent Christmas. The furniture was an immaculate shade of chocolate brown, and she noticed a few opened books on his glass coffee table. She had his back turned to him as she asked where the bedroom was located.
"It's around the corner, down the" and all words were lost to him as she spun around to reveal the contents under her trench coat. She had laughed at the cliché movie scene she had witnessed countless times before, but as she looked at Jesse's face, she didn't doubt the affect it had on him for a moment. His mouth was hanging agape as he stumbled to put thoughts in his head. Fortunately for her, she could see through his pants that his blood had rushed away from his brain, and it was just as well – they didn't need words.
Jesse's mouth was on hers before she'd even had time to take a step forward, and she pulled his shirt over his head before his lips found her neck. He pulled at her hair while low moans escaped her throat, and he rushed to return his mouth to hers, pushing his tongue along her lower lip to force her mouth to open and allow him more access to her taste. His hard-on was twitching with a force even he had never experienced, and he groaned loudly into her mouth as she made her way to his belt buckle. Just as he felt his jeans drop, Rachel broke the kiss once again and stepped away from him.
She stood back for a moment to appreciate Jesse, and for the first time in his life, he felt vulnerable being completely naked in front of a woman. This woman was different – this woman mattered to him, and he was just about to break eye contact when he noticed her sliding her trench coat slowly from her shoulders. As she stood before him in lingerie that she would never before had imagined wearing, they both realized they were allowing themselves to be totally open with one another. Past heartbreaks aside, this was real. Jesse met her eyes once again before letting them trail over the shapes and curves of her body. The black lace barely covered her nipples, and he appreciated the view as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. His eyes lowered to take in her toned torso and the incredible pair of lacy bottoms she was wearing that were hooked to her pantyhose. His mouth watered as he took in the shape of her legs once again, which had always been his personal favorite part of Rachel's appearance, aside from her hair.
He looked down at himself then, noticing his stiffness as she made her way over to him in the living room. She lowered herself to her knees on his carpet as she grasped him in one hand, and Jesse had to stifle a moan through a shocked expression. Rachel Berry, the Rachel Berry that he had fantasized about since his adolescence, was currently sliding her mouth over his most sensitive body part. She flicked her tongue on his head a couple of times, and he grabbed her hair with both of his hands. The sensation of running his fingers through her silky locks as she slid her mouth up and down on his member was sending him into an early oblivion. He pulled at her hair once more as a growl escaped his throat, and she abruptly released him and stood up, pushing him to the coffee table.
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to make this trip worthwhile for you?" he said as he was forced on his back against the cool glass top. Rachel crawled on top of him as she placed rough kisses up his torso.
"You will," she purred. "Tomorrow" kiss "and the next day" kiss kiss "and the day after that." She forced her mouth on his as she reached his face, grabbing his curls in her hands and sliding her lower half down to mount him. She clutched her legs around the coffee table for a moment as she once again took time to adjust to Jesse's size, before she slowly started bobbing above him. "But tonight," she continued as he grabbed her hips and thrust inside her, "is about you."
Ten minutes later, he screamed Rachel's name as he lost himself inside her.