It Started With A Picture

by peyton4life

Free agent Finn Hudson has his sights set on one team: the New York Jets. The team who had his best friend as Quarterback. The team that was closest in location to his family. And it certainly didn't count against them that they were also the team who, hands down, had the hottest cheerleader. AU Future Finchel

10. Monday Funday

Disclaimer: Glee is not mine, nor is I've Got a Feeling by The Black Eyed Peas.

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Finn woke slowly, feeling incredibly relaxed and rested. His arm automatically reached next to him for Rachel but instead he found nothing but cool sheets. Cracking an eye open to look for her, he rolled over to his other side, spotting her as she tried to exit the room wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He stretched beneath the sheets. "Morning baby."

"Oh, you're awake!" she exclaimed with a smile.

"Mhm," he replied, rubbing his hands over his face. "Where you going?" he asked from behind his hand.

"I thought we'd have breakfast in bed," Rachel explained as she crossed back to him. "I was just going to put something together and bring it back in here."

Finn winced, grabbing her hand and pulling her back down onto the bed. "Remember when I said I didn't really use the kitchen?"

"Yes," she nodded, scooting closer to him as he sat up.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I don't have anything in there for breakfast," he admitted, playing with her fingers.

"Oh." Rachel frowned. "That's ok, since I have to get home so I can shower and change before practice. I can make you something there."

"I have a perfectly good shower here you know," he said with a pout, pulling her onto his lap. "It'll be faster too since I can help you wash and stuff."

"Why do I doubt that?" She shifted, letting her body straddle his as he trailed a line of kisses up her arm, settling his lips at the hollow of her throat.

"Please?" he whispered before gently sucking on her neck, his hands sliding the T-shirt up her body, releasing his lips from her neck for a second so he could take the shirt off of her.

Rachel's eyes closed as she tilted her head to the side so he could have better access to her neck. She felt his tongue dart out to soothe the spot he'd just sucked and shivered. Her fingers wove through his hair, lifting his face to hers. "I don't think I'd get very clean in your shower, Finn."

"You would. Promise," he murmured, his lips finding hers.

"Hmm." Her hand snaked between their bodies and she wrapped her fingers around his already hard length, stroking softly through the sheet. "I'd probably just get dirtier."

He placed his hand over hers to stop her stroking as he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Wanna find out?"

"I don't know," she teased as she pretended to contemplate. "I have a perfectly good shower at home..."

"Did I mention that mine has a shower head imported from Sweden?" he boasted as he began to ghost kisses across her neck and slide his hands up her thighs. "It has a really nice massage feature..."

Her body was responding eagerly to his touch but she still didn't want to give in to him too easily. "You didn't mention that but my shower head is really good too, you know."

His fingers trailed along the junction of her leg and hip, dipping between her legs for just a second before resuming their travels along her outer thigh. His lips attached themselves to her shoulder, sucking softly a few times. "Mmm. That may be but mine has like nine different settings and misters. Yours have that?"

"I...don't remember," she breathed out as she gave a quiet moan of disappointment when his hands traveled back down her thighs away from where she really wanted them.

"So see, you'd totally be cleaner after a shower here." He trailed a line of kisses back up to her ear. "Come on, I dare you to prove me wrong."

"I don't know," she murmured as she started to squirm, anxious to feel his touch. "Last time I was dared to do something I ended up naked in a locker room with this hot wide receiver."

His hands stilled as he eased his face back from hers. "What are you talking about? You were the one who pulled me into the bathroom in your locker room. This is the first time I've dared you to do anything baby."

Her eyes closed as she blushed. "I wasn't talking about that time."

He cupped her face, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. "Oh that first time? If I remember correctly, you told me to kiss you."

"I said you could if you wanted to," Rachel corrected, stilling his hands with her own.

"Well I wanted to. So I did," Finn replied, lowering their hands. He pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. "Just like I wanted to now."

She gave him a small smile. "That's not what I was talking about either."

He stared at her, confusion on his face. "Yeah? You hanging out with another wide receiver?"

Her eyes widened and she placed a reassuring kiss against his lips. "Of course not! It's just... Um remember the welcoming committee?" she asked while running her hands up his chest.

"Of course I do baby," he said, clearly confused at her question.

"There's no welcoming committee," she blurted out as her gaze dropped from his. Instead she focused on his chest, seemingly fascinated by the pattern of his chest hair.

He picked her chin up with his fingers. "I kind of figured the Flight Crew doesn't clean cups. I can't picture Holly doing it."

She laughed nervously. "Nope. It's not in our job description."

"But then what were you doing in the locker room?" he asked, clearly puzzled by this new information.

"Um, well actually we had just gotten our uniforms and Holly was talking about how she wanted the number 88 since you were so hot." She bit her top lip before continuing. "She just kept talking about how hot you were and how she was wondering if allparts of you were hot. The girls all started talking about you and some of their comments were really crass. I told them to stop, which of course made Holly tell me I was a prude." She frowned slightly as she remembered Holly's comments.

He leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss. "Well you're not a prude baby. In fact, maybe I should give Holly a tour of all the places we've had sex, most of which have been in public and not a bed." He smiled before shaking his head slightly. "But I still don't see how this got you into the locker room."

She quickly averted her gaze again and licked her lips before continuing. "Well Holly kind of backed me in a corner you know? She kept saying how ironic it was that I got your number since I'm built like a kid and you're so big..."

"I think your height is adorable," he assured her, placing another kiss on her lips. Rachel accepted the kiss, sensing that he wasn't understanding her meaning. "You fit me perfectly."

She climbed off his lap, facing away from him as she laid down. Finn frowned, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled her close to him, forcing her to turn and face him. "Baby?"

Rachel averted his gaze, closing her eyes as she blurted out the next part of the story. "She wanted to see your cup so she dared me to get it."

He felt the tips of his ears turn pink. "She what?" he asked as his mouth dropped open in shock. "Why?"

She chewed her bottom lip for a moment. "Well they all wanted to see how big it was. But it doesn't matter, I took back Karosky's anyway remember?"

He relaxed as he realized she was right, kissing her nose. "Holly's a bitch. You're so much better than her." He kissed her nose again. "And much much sexier."

Rachel bit her lip as he buried his face in her neck. "Finn?"

"Yeah baby?" he murmured between kisses.

"Holly said..." she trailed off, distracted by his mouth.

"Holly said what?" he asked, now sucking on the soft skin by her ear. When she didn't answer, he pulled his head from her neck, immediately noticing her downcast eyes.

"Holly said you'd never be with someone like me. That you'd never fi-"

He cut her off with a kiss, trying to ease her fears. "Enough. Don't waste your time thinking about that bitch. I'm with who I want to be with and she can just keep wondering about my size because she's never going to see it." A thought caused him to grin. "What'd they say when they saw Karofsky's cup?"

She lifted her eyes, relieved to see him smiling. "They thought it was a little small."

He pressed a few kisses to her lips. "Baby, you have no idea how much I can't wait to see Puck again now that I know that-he'll have a field day with this."

"Finn! You can't tell Noah!" Rachel admonished. "He'd know for sure we were in the locker room together, meditating."

"Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Finn asked, running his fingers up her thighs again. "We're wasting valuable shower time talking about Karofsky's johnson."

"I still don't know..." Rachel murmured playfully. "I still think mine might be better."

"Only one way to find out," Finn decided as he peeled back the covers and got out of bed before picking her up and placing her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.

"Finn!" she shrieked. "Put me down! What are you doing?"

He continued to the attached bathroom, one arm holding her over his shoulder, the other stroking the soft skin of her ass. He turned his head, placing a kiss on her hip. "We need to settle who has a better shower, babe."

"And how will we be doing that?" Rachel demanded from her perch on his shoulder, knowing perfectly well how they'd be settling this debate.

"Well I believe I dared you to try my shower and apparently you're not one to turn down a dare," he explained as he set her back down in the bathroom.

"You did, huh?" she asked while he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. She barely had time to look at her surroundings before his hand was pulling on hers.

Satisfied at the temperature, he stepped inside the shower and turned back, reaching out to her and yanking her inside with him. He pulled her close to him and stepped under the spray, allowing the warm water to flow over their bodies.

"Impressed?" he asked, running his fingers lightly up and down her back.

She bit her lip before rolling her eyes. "Alright, you win. You have the better shower." She placed a kiss on his chest. "I guess we should just get out since we settled that."

"Absolutely not," he replied, holding her close.

"No?" she asked as she propped her chin on his chest, staring up at him playfully.

"We still have to get you clean." With a smirk he reached for the bottle of body wash and squeezed some into his palm, keeping his gaze on hers the entire time. "I can't have you going to practice dirty. Sue would kill me."

Her breath hitched as he stared at her, noticing his eyes darkening as he lifted his hands to her shoulders. She let out a quiet moan as he began to rub.

His hands dipped lower, lazily stroking her breasts. "Hmm, seems to me that these are really dirty," he mused as his thumbs caressed her nipples. "I better pay special attention to this area."

"Uh huh," she said with a moan as he fondled her breasts. "Oooh."

He smirked as he watched her eyes close, his fingers rolling her nipples. "That feel good?"

"Mmm," she half moaned. "Amazing, baby."

"Thought so." He gave her nipples a final tweak before moving onto her sides.

The loss of his hands on her breasts made her eyes snap open and she frowned, glancing down at his growing erection. "Though you're not getting very clean."

His hands stopped their fondling and he picked up the bottle of body wash. Taking her hand, he squirted some into her palm. "Be my guest," he said with a smile. "Show me how it's done."

"I will," she replied seductively as she slowly rubbed her hands together to create a lather. She started the same way he did, rising on her toes to gently massage his shoulders before trailing her hands down to his chest. His heart was hammering under her hand and she reveled in the power that her touch had over him. Eyes locked on his she went to reach for the body wash, surprised when he stopped her.

"My turn," he said as he dropped to his knees.

"You have no soap," she admonished as she tilted his head to look at her. He grinned, reaching for the bottle. Rather than pour it into his hand, he simply reached behind her and poured it directly on her ass.

"Better?" he asked, placing a kiss on her stomach as his hands reached behind her, gently soaping her ass.

"Much." Her fingers ran through his wet hair, watching as he continued placing random kisses along her stomach, his tongue darting out to lick the soft skin around her belly button.

Her eyes closed as his hands ghosted all over her legs, his lips now sucking on her hip bone. "Finn…"

"Yes baby?" He glanced up at her, pleased to see he'd tattooed her hipbone.

"Finn," she repeated, her voice reduced to whimpering as he ran his hands back up the inside of her legs, forcing them further apart.

His eyes stared up at her as his fingers grazed over her slick folds, smirking at the sound of her moan. Eyes still fixated on her face, he slipped a finger inside, teasing her before quickly withdrawing it. He watched as her eyes, which had closed the second his finger disappeared, shot open in frustration from the loss of him inside her.

"Finn…" She squirmed restlessly in front of him, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Finn, baby, please."

His hands cupped her ass to hold her steady as he leaned forward, biting and kissing her inner thigh. She groaned in frustration, her hands weaving into his hair to direct him towards the apex of her thighs. Not to be rushed, he ignored her pushing, continuing to suck on her inner thighs as his finger slipped back into her.

"Finn that feels so good," Rachel breathed, as she felt a second finger join the first, her hands still in his hair. "More, baby. I want your mouth."

Surprised at her words, he kissed his way over to her core, quickly pulling out his fingers and replacing it immediately with his tongue and mouth. His hands returned to her ass, pulling her close to him as he pleasured her.

"Oh God!" Rachel cried, her head dropping back as she pulled his hair, holding him tight to her. He reached up to knead her breasts a few times while his tongue flicked over her sensitive bundle of nerves, making her crazy. "Yes, baby! Yes! Yes!"

He sucked on her nerves firmly, bringing his hand back to slip his fingers inside her again and she cried out, her orgasm beginning to course through her and her hands firmly holding his head in place."Oooh, baby, don't stop! I'm there!"

Finn, who had no intention of stopping, simply picked up speed, bringing her closer to the edge.

"Oooh yes! Finn! Baby yes!" Rachel screamed, the full force of the orgasm hitting her. She held his head to her core and he continued to work his fingers inside her as he sucked, adding more pleasure to her already powerful orgasm.

He held her close, letting her come down from her orgasm, before he stood and pulled her under the spray to rinse away the suds. Finn pulled her out from underneath the spray, placing a kiss on her shoulder as his erection poked her from behind. "See baby?" he murmured into her ear. "You can get super clean in my shower."

"I see that," Rachel commented as she turned around to face him. He pulled her close, his lips making their way across her collarbone to her other shoulder. "But I think you're still a little dirty."

"Mmm. You better do something about that," he murmured, biting her shoulder.

Smiling coyly, she stepped back from him and reached for the body wash, squeezing some into her hand before sinking to her knees in front of him. Her tongue darted out to trace the junction of his leg and torso as her hands soaped up his lower legs. Pulling her head back to stare up at him, she ran her hands over his hipbones and down his thighs, soaping him up while ignoring his rock hard erection.

"Rach," he groaned out as she dragged her nails down his thighs.

"Yes baby?" she asked, peeking up at him through her lashes. Keeping her eyes steady on his, she reached out and circled his length with her hand, stroking him slowly before leaning in to place a kiss to the tip of his erection. Her tongue poked out from between her lips, collecting the moisture already gathered at his tip before she licked her way down his girth and paid some attention to his testicles with her mouth.

"Holy shit!" he cried as she sucked first one then the other. "Fuck!"

She pulled back, smiling up at him as she licked him once before she took his erection into her mouth. His hand flew to her hair, fisting it into his hand as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth.

"Fuck!" he moaned again as she moved her mouth over him several times, her nails digging into his ass. Wanting release, but wanting to be inside her for it, he tugged her hair and stepped back. "Enough of that baby. You know where I want to be."

She squealed as he lifted her up and pressed her back against the stone wall of the shower, her hands holding onto his shoulders as her legs wrapped around him. Her eyes locked on his as he slipped inside her, filling her completely and pushing her body higher up on the wall.

He stilled for a moment letting the feeling of being connected wash over them. Unable to stop himself he crashed his lips against hers. "God baby you feel so fucking good."

Rachel kissed him hard, whimpering through the kiss. "Finn please," she moaned, pressing on his shoulders to lift herself off him slightly before crashing back down onto him. The movement soothed the aching in her body slightly and she whimpered in relief. "Oooh."

Not wanting to prolong the sweet torture, he dropped his head to her shoulder, nipping lightly as he began to move. He felt her nails dig into his shoulders and hissed at the contact. "Fuck, Rach."

"Finn!" she moaned as he moved, her body on fire as the misters continued to spray around them, the cooling water creating a welcome contrast to their overheated bodies. He continued to slowly push into her and while she normally appreciated the fact that he was gentle, something inside her awakened and she suddenly found herself needing more than his gentle touch. "Oooh, baby, faster," she breathed. "Faster."

He complied, thrusting into her at a faster but still gentle clip. Rachel's hands left his shoulders to fondle her breasts, hoping to relieve some of the tension in her body as she stared at him, soft moans escaping her mouth. A wave of sassiness washed over her as she pushed her breasts together, her hands roughly kneading them while she stared at him coyly. "Like what you see?"

Once again surprised by her words, he stared wide eyed as she pinched her nipples, a wanton moan escaping her mouth and he paused his movements. "So fucking much."

"Prove it." She stared at him, her hands still fondling her breasts. "Show me how much."

Still buried inside her, he pressed her against the wall for stability, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. His eyes jumped to her face when her own hand shot off her breasts to slap his hands away.

"Not with those. With…" She pulled his face to hers, her tongue coming out to trace his lips.

Amazed by her own boldness, she pushed his head towards her breasts, thrilled when she felt him take her nipple between his teeth and tug, while simultaneously thrusting up into her. The double sensation overwhelmed her for a moment and she closed her eyes, letting the pleasing sensation take over. "Oooh! God, yes! Finn, again!"

"Babe, your breasts are fucking amazing," he murmured as he kissed his way to her other breast. She moaned loudly when he repeated his actions on her other breast.

She pulled his head off her breast, her hands gripping his face as she pulled him to her for a scorching kiss while grinding her hips down against his thrusts, the aching between her legs becoming more pronounced. Rachel turned her head to the side, giving Finn access to her throat as she continued to move her hips against his. Still feeling bold and needing more to get the orgasm she desperately wanted, she rocked her hips roughly against his. "Harder, baby!" she moaned. "Harder!"

Shocked at her words but not stupid enough to question what had gotten into her, he immediately moved more forcefully, thrusting into her roughly several times as requested, her back rubbing against the stone and her hips moving against his as she cried out with each push he made.

"Oh God, again," she whined; grinding her hips against his restlessly when he paused to kiss her neck. She dug her nails into his shoulder as she ground against him faster, still needing more from him to get that elusive orgasm. "Finn, harder!"

"Fuck baby!" he grunted as he pushed into her. He shifted her against the wall to change the angle slightly before he thrust back into her, ignoring the pain of her nails digging into his shoulders.

"More, Finn," she whined, thrashing against the stone, her hands once again working her breasts. Still feeling bold, she added another directive. "I want you deeper, baby."

Whoa. He stilled at her words, momentarily stunned before she prompted him with a frantic swivel of her hips against him. He pressed her roughly against the wall, shoving himself into her as deep as he could while placing kisses all over her chest.

"Yes! Oh, yes, baby, yes!" she screamed. "Again, babe. Do it again!"

"Fuck!" he growled as he did it again. Her wanting it rougher had the added benefit of making him see stars behind his eyes each time he slammed himself into her. He moved his lips to her neck, sucking hard in an effort to brand her as he pushed into her just as forcibly as before.

Using the screams coming from Rachel's mouth as a sign she wouldn't object if he took it a step further, he turned her around in his arms, her stomach and breasts now plastered against the wall. He rewrapped her legs around him, waiting until she'd arched her back and reached behind her to wrap an arm around his neck while the other rested on his forearm. Amazed by her flexibility yet again, he slammed his body against hers, pressing her against the stone.

Her screams of joy echoed around the bathroom as he thrust roughly into her from behind twice more. "Oh God yes! Finn baby, yes!"

Missing her breasts in his view, he repositioned her so that she was facing him again. He paused to stare at her, taking in the way her hair was plastered to her head, her breasts heaving with each breath. Inspired by her recent bout of boldness, he leaned forward and sucked her breasts, forcibly biting each nipple, earning a moan from Rachel and the directive to do it again. He happily complied before picking his head up to stare at her. "Fuck baby, you're so damn sexy."

Her eyes flew open when she felt the loss of his mouth. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him forcefully. "Babe, don't stop," she whined. "I'm so close."

"Me too, baby. Me too," he grunted, kissing the soft skin of her breast a few times. He picked his head up to stare at her, wondering how she'd answer his next question given the fact that she'd been shocking the hell out of him since entering the shower. "Any more requests?"

"Hard and deep," she demanded, writhing against the stone. "Go, baby. I'm so so close."

He grinned, pulling almost entirely out of her before slammed himself as hard as he dared back in, her euphoric scream filling the steamy bathroom.

"Oh God Finn! There!" she cried in ecstasy as he repeated his action, entering her rough and deep."There, baby! There! Yes!"

Each rough thrust saw her screams increase in volume, her body writhing against the stone as her orgasm neared. Holding her in place for a moment, he buried his head in her neck as he slid a hand between their bodies, his thumb rubbing her in the way he knew drove her crazy. "C'mon baby, let go."

"Oh! Baby! Oh God!" Still pressed against the stone wall, she screamed out his name several times as she tightened around him, holding his shoulders for support. The orgasm washed over her, strong and powerful as she slumped against the wall, her nails leaving a trail of red marks down his chest as her hands left his shoulders.

"Holy Fuck, Rach!" Feeling her release, he succumbed to his own with another rough thrust, moaning out her name repeatedly as he shot hotly into her. He shuddered against her, keeping himself buried deep inside her as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Fuck, Rachel," he murmured against her shoulder, biting it lightly. "That was fucking hot."

"Mmm," she responded, her chest still heaving.

"So you like your shower sex rough. I approve," he murmured into her neck. He kissed up her neck, placing a kiss on her lips. "I gotta say, you telling me what you wanted made it even hotter."

She giggled, burying her face in his neck, still in shock at her actions.

He opened his eyes and smiled at her as he slowly pulled out and set her back on the floor. "Can I take that cute giggle to mean you agree it was hot?"

"Absolutely." She leaned forward to kiss his chest, her hand snaking around his waist to squeeze his ass. She shivered as the water hit her again, considerably colder against her overheated skin. "I can't say the same for the water though."

"See how clean you can get in my shower?" he teased as he ran his hands over her back before settling them on her hips so he could lean forward to kiss her neck a few times.

"I see that," Rachel commented as she felt his lips make their way across her collarbone to her other shoulder. "It looks like you've got lots of features in here than you didn't even show me."

He bit her shoulder, his tongue soothing the bite before he lifted his head to place a kiss against her lips. "I do. Looks like you'll just have to make a return visit to my shower so we can play."

She giggled as he turned her around, pulling her back against his chest. "Of course this means I'm going to practice smelling like your body wash."

He sucked on her skin for a moment before replying. "Is that so bad? It'll be like I'm with you."

She shifted, giving him easier access to her neck. "Mmm, I like that idea."

"Hopefully Holly smells it," he murmured against her skin, his hands cupping her.

"She'd be furious," Rachel replied as she pulled his hands from her chest and turned in his arms, wrapping her own arms around his waist. "She'd never believe it."

"Well she should," he announced, giving her hips a squeeze and walking her backwards to the stone bench in the shower. He sat her on it before he reached for the shampoo, lathering under her watchful gaze. "Like what you see?" he teased, echoing her earlier words. "You know there's another shower head, so you could wash up too, if you want."

"I think I'll watch." She smiled at him as she watched him step under the shower and rinse his hair out. "I guess you don't have practice today?"

"That's where you'd be wrong," he teased, busy pouring some body wash on a wash cloth. He placed the bottle on the shelf before he ran the cloth over his chest. "Will's scheduled position meetings to go over videotape before we go down to Miami."

"Oh, right. That's the game this weekend." She bit her lip, watching him run the cloth over his body and sorely tempted to help. "You guys ready?"

"Are you kidding? It's Miami, they suck. Of course we're ready," he boasted. He walked over to the bench, handing her the wash cloth with a kiss. "Your turn, babe."

She stood up with a frown. "I don't have my shampoo."

"So?" he asked as he sat down to watch. "Use mine. Kurt picked it out."

"Your body wash and shampoo? I'm really going to smell like you," she teased, examining the bottle before opening to smell. Satisfied, she poured some out in her hand, lathering her hair as Finn stared.

"I'll give you my cologne, really complete the effect," he quipped, watching her intently.

"So when are you leaving for Miami?" She stared at him as she massaged her scalp, working the shampoo into her hair.

"Well the team is leaving Wednesday afternoon, but Puck, Sam and I are leaving really early tomorrow morning for the charity golf tournament," he replied, resisting the urge to help her wash again. "Game's Thursday night, you gonna watch?"

"Of course." Her hair lathered, she turned around to examine the shower's control panel, giving Finn an excellent view of her ass. She peeked over her shoulder at him. "What's this button do?"

He shrugged. "I told you, I have no idea. Kurt picked all this stuff out. Press it and see."

She pressed it tentatively, squealing when the water changed from a traditional stream to fat rain droplets. "Oh! It's raining!"

He laughed at her excitement, watching as she changed it again from the rain drops to a firmer stream of water. "You really want the water that feels like it's cutting your skin?"

"Mmmhmm." She stepped under, happily rinsing out her hair.

"So I guess sex isn't the only thing you like rough in the shower," he teased, watching the water stream down her body.

She ignored his dig, resetting the water to the rain drops. "I like the firm setting for my hair, if you must know. Oh! You have a loofah!"

"Uh, I guess so," he replied, watching her pluck the thing he'd thought was another one of Kurt's weird decorations off the wall and loading it with body wash. "Again, that would be Kurt."

"So I guess you'll want to pack and relax tonight then, huh?" Rachel asked, running the loofah over her arms.

"Actually, I have plans," he replied, watching her run the loofah over her chest.

"Oh." Her face fell and she looked down, concentrating on soaping herself. "What are you doing?"

"Whatever you're doing," he replied honestly, smiling as her head snapped up. "Wanna have dinner? I can come over after I pack."

She smiled, hanging the loofah back up. "Sounds like a plan."

"Can't wait, baby." He stood up and walked over to her, dropping a kiss to her lips before reaching behind her and turning off the shower. "Let's get you out of here. You're all wrinkly."

Rachel shivered feeling considerably cooler since the water and misters were turned off. Her eyes fell on his tight firm ass, watching as Finn stepped out of the shower, barely resisting the urge to grab him and pull him back into the shower for more water play. Instead, she reluctantly followed him out, stepping onto the bath mat as he reached for a towel from the rack on the wall, her mouth going dry as he absently patted his chest and rubbed the towel over his back, his body shaking from the motion. He wrapped the towel loosely around his hips before reaching for another towel.

Towel in hand Finn turned, ready to offer it to her as she stood dripping on the bath mat. His eyes passed over her body, following a stray bead of water as the towel dropped to his side.

Rachel placed a hand on her hip, her eyebrows raised as she smiled. "That for me?" she asked, gesturing to the towel.

Finn cocked his head at her and smirked. "Mmm, I don't know," he said playfully as he stepped forward. "I kinda like you naked and wet."

"Finn. My towel please." She held out her hand expectantly, her hand still on her hip.

"I don't know," he mused. "You covering up is a lose lose for me."

"Baby, I'm cold," she pleaded, shivering for emphasis.

"After that hot shower? Impossible," he teased, still holding her towel hostage.

"Finn, I'll get sick and then have to miss practice and then Sue will make me carry the flag Opening Day and I'll die of embarrassment," Rachel begged dramatically. "You really want that on your conscience?"

"I highly doubt that will happen." He smiled coyly as he took a step towards her.

"Fine." She stepped off the bath mat and reached out, yanking the towel he'd wrapped around himself off his waist. Triumphantly, she held it to her body, her eyes roaming from his shocked face down to his exposed groin.

"Hey!" he growled playfully, his eyes dilating as he watched her dry herself in a way he knew she was doing on purpose to torment him.

"What?" she asked innocently as she slowly dried her breasts. "I told you I needed a towel."

"So you take mine?" he teased, stepping closer to watch her dry her breasts. "Mine was all wet."

She turned around so he couldn't see, glancing at him over her shoulder. "It's still a towel."

He grinned, holding an end of the towel he'd intended for Rachel in both hands to use as a lasso and pull her to him.

"Finn!" she squealed, dropping her wet towel in surprise as he pulled her flush against his chest. She turned around to face him accusingly, stepping back as far as he could with the towel lasso still around her. "That was not appreciated."

"I appreciated it, especially the view," he replied honestly before bending down to kiss her while tugging the towel to draw her closer to him.

Rachel sank into the kiss, her arms automatically wrapping around his neck so that her fingers could tangle in his hair. She pulled his hair lightly as she bit his lower lip gently, smiling as he groaned. Her tongue swept over the spot she'd bitten before slipping inside his mouth for a moment, dancing along his. Sighing, she withdrew her tongue and placed a soft peck against his lips, her hands letting go of his hair and sliding down to cover his hands which were still holding the edge of the towel. Pushing his fingers off one by one, she wrapped the towel around herself and stepped out of his embrace, smiling as she heard his groan of disappointment.

"I like you naked and wet too," she smirked, her eyes trained on his still damp chest as she reached down and traced a finger along his semi flaccid length.

He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips for a moment before he bent down and rewrapped the towel Rachel had stolen around his waist.

Noticing a mark on his shoulder, she stepped forward and traced her finger over it lightly. "Ooo, baby, you're all marked up."

Finn looked over at her hand on his shoulder, seeing the indentations her nails had left for the first time. He shrugged. "Souvenirs of some hot sex."

"Still. I hope you're not playing shirt versus skins today," she said worriedly, biting her lip as she noticed more marks. "I don't want Noah to comment and get you in trouble."

His brow quirked as he grinned saucily. "Not playing shirts and skins with the team, but you and I can later."

"Mmm. I call shirts." She ran a finger just above his towel before she turned and walked towards the double sink, looking at herself in the mirror. Spotting a comb on the counter, she began to run it through her wet hair, humming absently.

"Oh I don't think so, babe." He stood behind her, wrapping his hands around her chest to place a big kiss against her temple, watching her for a moment before walking over to stand next to her at the other sink so he could start his own morning routine.

His eyes watching her in the mirror, he made quick work of brushing his teeth, offering her the toothbrush after he'd finished. When she took it but set it down on the counter to continue combing her hair, he ran his fingers through his own hair to style it before stepping away from the mirror, heading towards the bedroom to dress, unable to resist a kiss to her shoulder as he passed.

Dropping the towel on the floor, he headed over to his bureau, pulling a fresh pair of boxers out and slipping them on.

"Finn?"

"Yeah babe?" he called back as he opened a dresser drawer for a t-shirt.

"Do you have a blow dryer?" she asked, her voice coming closer as she entered the bedroom. Spotting her purse on the floor she picked it up, holding it as she awaited his answer.

He closed the dresser drawer, dropping the shirt onto the bed as he walked back into the bathroom. "Um, well I don't use it, but I'm pretty sure Kurt put one in here," he muttered as he began to open drawers under the double sink. "Here we go," he announced proudly as he pulled out a hair dryer, still in the original box.

Rachel smiled and set her purse down before taking the box from him. "Thanks," she replied. "Or maybe I should thank Kurt when I see him for keeping your bathroom so well stocked."

"Hey I found it for you," he quipped with a pinch to her ass.

She laughed and swatted his hand. "Yes you did," she conceded as she took the hair dryer out of the box. "So thank you."

"Welcome," he replied, puckering his lips for a kiss.

Rising on her toes, she smacked her lips against his. He pulled her close, bunching up the towel she was still wearing so he could squeeze the bare skin of her ass. "Finn, no," she mumbled against his lips.

"Mmm. I say yes." He kissed her lips a few more times, his hands kneading her ass.

"Later," she insisted, before settling back down on her feet and opening her towel to readjust it on her body. "Now go so I can finish getting ready-you still have to take me home to change."

"I know, I know," he sighed as he walked out of the bathroom.

Blow drying her hair quickly, she fluffed her bangs the best she could before brushing the rest back over her shoulders to spill down her back. She reached into her purse and pulled out her mini makeup bag and quickly applied her makeup. She tucked the blow dryer (without the box) back into the drawer and stepped away from the countertop, smiling at her reflection one last time before going back to the bedroom to dress.

Finn lay on the bed, already dressed and lazily flipping through channels on the TV when she reentered the room. His attention snapped to her, following her as she headed over to her neatly folded dress. He sat up in anticipation, watching hungrily as the towel pooled at her feet and he groaned, his eyes taking in the perfect ass staring at him.

She smiled coyly at him over her shoulder and picked up her dress, turning around to face him as she stepped into her dress. "I can't believe I'm doing the walk of shame."

He smirked as she walked over to him. "It's pretty hot, babe."

She stopped next to him, turning around to show the open back of her dress. "Zip."

He sat up, pulling the zipper up and kissing her shoulder repeatedly as he did so. "Zipped."

She turned back around, climbing onto his lap to straddle him, pulling his face to hers for a kiss. "Thank you baby."

"No problem. That's what I'm..." He trailed off as his eyes fell on the exposed skin above her dress. "Whoa baby, your chest."

"What about it?" She looked down in confusion, gasping when she saw the scratches littering her chest. "Oh my God!"

"Looks like I'm not the only one going to practice marked up," Finn commented. "You might as well just wear a sign that says 'I got a thorough fucking this morning' on it."

"It's not funny!" Rachel wailed, still looking at her chest.

"How are your boobs?" Finn asked curiously, yanking down the front of her dress without preamble. "Whoa! Your boobs are all scratched up too."

"Finn!" Rachel screeched as he brushed a finger over her breast. "I'm going to have to go to practice looking like a scratching post for cats because of your stone shower! This is all your fault!"

"Hey, you were the one who wanted it rough," Finn pointed out smugly. "I was just following orders."

She glared at him as she pulled her dress back up. "I don't even have any coverup with me. I don't suppose Kurt stocked your bathroom with that too?"

"I doubt it," he replied as she climbed off his lap, wisely not telling her her back was all scratched up too. "Why don't you just buy some and keep it here?"

"Really?" she asked, turning around to look at him.

He grinned at the surprised look on her face. "Sure. Since I fully intend to have you in my bed a lot and plan on marking you even more, it would probably be a good idea."

"Hmm." Rachel looked thoughtful for a second. "Come to think of it, I do have some coverup here."

"You do?" Finn asked, watching as Rachel moved to the chair her dress had been on.

"I do." She held up her her pink lacy panties that had been on the chair. "Panties are a type of coverup."

He grinned one eyebrow quirked. "They are?"

"Oh yes." She twirled the panties around her finger as she stared at him.

"I know Kurt didn't stock my bathroom with those," he replied, watching as she stepped over to his hamper and opened it. "I guess that means you should leave them here."

"I guess so." Eyes fixed on him, she held the panties over the hamper, slowly opening her fingers to let the panties drop into the hamper.

"That means you have to go commando home," he commented, hoping she didn't carry a spare pair in her purse. "Which is totally hot by the way."

She shrugged. "I'll be going commando all day in my short shorts so I might as well start now."

Finn bounded off the bed and over to her, sweeping her against him. "Shouldn't have told me that baby. Now I'll be even more distracted when I see you dance."

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I promise I'll go commando for you later."

"I wish we didn't have practice," he murmured against her lips.

"But we do," she reminded him as she pulled away from him. Realizing they'd never formalized any plans for the night she casually linked her hand with his. "What time are you coming over? I have practice till 5 and then a weigh in."

"I'm done at 3 probably. I'll pack while I wait for you," he decided, squeezing her hand. He released it to walk back to the bed, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. "I can pick up dinner on the way if you want."

Rachel shook her head. "Or we can start your cooking lessons," she countered as she stepped closer to him.

"Are there rules involved?" he asked as he took her hand and led her from the room.

"Oh absolutely," she told him seriously, already wondering if she had an apron he would be able to wear.

"Then it's a deal," he replied, imagining her cooking naked as he moved her through the house and to the garage, tucking her into the car before climbing in himself.

She sat quietly as he drove through his gates and out onto the road. "Finn?"

"Yeah babe?" he replied while merging into traffic, his fingers tapping along the steering wheel to the music playing quietly from the radio.

"I had a really good time this weekend." She smiled, her smile growing wider when he grinned over at her.

"Me too." He reached over to rub his hand over hers. He laced his fingers through hers and rested them on the console as he drove. "I wish I didn't have that golf tournament this week."

"Why? It's a charity event right? For a friend?"

"It is," he agreed as he turned onto her street. "But I'd rather be here with you."

"We still have tonight. You can leave from here," Rachel suggested as they pulled up in front of her building. "I'll even let you use my shower," she offered teasingly.

"Yeah? I thought we already agreed mine was better?" he reminded her with a grin.

"Oh I just thought you could at least try mine," she smirked. "But if you don't want to-"

"I do," he assured her, grinning at the thought of more shower sex. Already wishing practice was over and he could just go inside with her now, he ran his hand down her arm. "Sure we couldn't just go check now?"

She shook her head no even as she smiled. "No, now I need to go do my walk of shame and get to practice."

"Walk of shame huh?" Finn said with a chuckle.

"Well I am wearing the same clothes as when I left my apartment yesterday Finn," she reminded him with a smile.

"Not all of them." He set his his hand on her thigh, inching it upwards.

"You did say I could leave a cover up," she reminded him as she watched his hand creep higher on her thigh.

"Mhm," he replied, moving his right hand across the console to unbuckle her seatbelt. When it released, he moved his hand to her hip, pulling her into the console and laying his lips over hers.

Rachel shimmied her arm out of the shoulder harness so she could wrap her arms around him, trying to draw him closer.

She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, coaxing his lips apart so she could slip her tongue inside. Whimpering, she moved her legs so that she was kneeling on the seat, her dress falling over the hand he'd placed on her leg.

Finn teased his hand along her thigh as their tongues danced before reaching behind her and cupping her bare ass, her moan echoing in the confines of the car. He moved his lips from hers, his right hand tangling in her hair to yank her head back, exposing the column of her throat to him.

"Finn," she breathed out, arching to give him easier access to her skin, her hands holding his head to her.

His teeth scraped over her pulse point, smiling against her skin as she moaned again. He ran his tongue over where he'd bitten, soothing the newly red area before pressing a trail of kisses to her ear, his tone husky as he spoke. "Yes baby?" He let go of her hair, setting his hands back on her hips, intent on lifting her over the console into his lap.

She felt his hands squeeze and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing slightly as she pulled back. One look at his face, his eyes dark with desire had her leaning back forward into him, her lips attaching to his. "Come upstairs," she murmured against his lips.

He pressed his lips to hers firmly before sitting back and putting his hand on the door handle. He opened the door and stepped from the car, walking to her side to close her door behind her since she exited the car when he did.

She wrapped her arm around his waist, smiling to herself as his arm circled her shoulders. Tightening her grip on him, she led him quickly to the entrance of her building, anxious to get inside.

He bent his head towards her, his voice barely above a whisper as he opened the door to the building. "You just didn't want to do the walk of shame alone, did you?"

"Well technically you don't have anything to be ashamed of," she smirked. "You're wearing different clothes after all," she teased, leading him to the elevator and pressing the up button. The doors opened and she tugged him inside, pressing the button for her floor before turning into his arms, ready to continue where they'd left off in the car.

As the elevator doors began to close, she rose up on her toes to kiss him but stopped herself as she heard the doors close on an object in the lobby, forcing them open again. Sinking back to the flats of her feet, she turned around to see what the problem was and noticed a man pull his briefcase back from between the doors and step inside. "Morning Mr. Foster," she sighed before settling back against Finn.

"Good morning," the man returned briskly while he pulled out his blackberry. Ignoring the couple in the elevator with him, he began to check his schedule.

From her position in front of Finn, she could feel his arousal against her behind. Noticing that Mr. Foster was still looking at his phone, she rose up on her toes again before lowering herself slowly, rubbing her ass against his erection in the process. She repeated her movement, swiveling her hips as she rose, smirking when she felt Finn's hands move to her hips, urging her back down and holding her flush against him. The elevator dinged, signaling her floor and she stepped forward, Finn still close behind. "Have a good day Mr. Foster," she chirped slyly as they exited, the doors closing on his response.

"I can't believe you did that." He looked around the hall to make sure it was empty before turning her and pressing her back against the wall. His lips covered hers, his tongue forcing his way inside her mouth as she moaned.

She returned his kiss eagerly, her hand slipping between their bodies to stroke his erection through his shorts. Feeling him shudder at her touch, she smiled against his lips and moved her hand more firmly against him.

Finn lifted his head slightly, looking into her eyes. "Inside. Now."

Rachel nodded, her hands shaking with anticipation as she pulled out the keys to her apartment. Practically sprinting the short distance to her door, she fumbled with the key once before sliding it home and unlocking the door, pushing it open and stepping inside, Finn following close behind.

He kicked the door closed with his foot and grabbed her hips, yanking her to her toes as he bent his head to capture her lips. Still not as close as he wanted, he tried to lift her, breaking their kiss to look at her when she pushed against his shoulders in resistance. "Baby," he groaned, bending his knees to press his erection against her. "I want you."

"You want me?" she asked coyly before turning around and flipping up the skirt of her dress as she bent forward, her bare ass wiggling invitingly at him. "Then take me."

Watching as she wrapped her hands around her calves and marveling at her flexibility yet again, Finn pushed his shorts down as he stepped closer, placing his hands against the sides of her breasts before sliding them down to rest his left hand on her hip, his right moving to clasp his rock hard arousal. He dragged the sensitive head along her already wet folds, his hand digging into her hip as she tried to thrust back against him.

"Finn," she moaned, moving her hands off her calves and placing them on his calves, drawing him closer to her body. "Hurry baby, please."

At that he thrust into her, their moans mingling together as he filled her. Placing both hands on her hips he began to move, his hips slapping noisily against her behind.

"Fuck," he moaned as he looked down, the sight of her perfect ass before him almost too much for him to take. "Baby, you look so fucking good. And you feel fucking amazing."

"Right there," she panted, her nails digging into his calves as she thrust back against him. "There baby, there! Oh God!"

Finn grunted as his hips continued to slap against her firm ass, bending over her slightly to increase the angle as his hands roamed higher to cup her breasts over her dress. "You like that?"

"Yes!" she cried, gripping his legs as she swiveled her hips against his thrusts. "Feels so good, baby. So so good!"

"Shit baby!" he growled as he thrust faster, his hands roughly kneading her breasts.

"Oh God! Finn!" she screamed, feeling her orgasm approaching. "Baby! Oh! Yes!"

Recognizing the feeling of her walls beginning to flutter around him, he reached a hand down her front, rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves before pinching it lightly. Encouraged by her screaming of his name he repeated the motion.

"Come on baby," he told her, continuing to thrust into her as his fingers played over her. "Come for me now."

"Finn! Oh God! Finn!" she cried, her hands squeezing his calves as her orgasm rippled through her body. "Oh!"

Finn pumped his hips into her twice, before he found his own release, spilling inside her as he moaned her name. "Holy shit Rachel!"

He moved forward slightly and rotated his hips, holding her tightly to him as he came down from his orgasm. His arms wrapped around Rachel's torso and he pressed his lips to her back as the orgasm continued to pulse and wane through him.

Feeling sated from their quick romp, Rachel let go of Finn's legs and stood back up, her skirt falling as Finn slipped out from inside her. She turned and rested her head against his chest for a moment before she reached down and tucked him back into his shorts, pulling them up as she finished. She raised her head off his chest and looked up into his dazed face and smirked. "Now it's time for your walk of shame," she teased, her breath still heavy.

He looked down at her, his lips quirking. "You kicking me out?"

Her eyes sparkled with laughter as she nodded. "I'll let you come back later and compare showers," she promised. "But I'm so going to be late."

"If you're already going to be late, we should just test your shower now," he improvised, taking a step towards her hall.

"Later, babe." Rachel sidestepped, blocking his path as she laughed. "That quickie should tide you over until we can."

Finn pouted down at her. "Seriously?" he asked with an exaggerated sigh.

"Seriously," she repeated. "I really have to change so I can go, Finn."

He rolled his eyes dramatically before leaning down to kiss her, laughing as she ducked out of reach. "I get the hint, but at least give me a kiss goodbye."

She rose on her toes and pecked her lips against his. "There."

"You call that a goodbye kiss?" Far from satisfied, he tugged her back into his arms bending to give her a scorching kiss. As he felt her melt into his arms, he pulled back, smirking at the dazed look on her face as he reached behind him for the doorknob. "That's a goodbye kiss."

Rachel nodded, pressing a hand to her lips. "I'll text you after practice?"

"Sounds good baby," he told her as he pulled open the door and stepped through.

She moved to the doorway, watching as he headed for the stairs before closing the door and rushing to her bedroom to change.

Finn made his way down the stairs, feeling incredibly loose as he walked through the lobby and towards the door. He pulled the door open, smiling absently at the woman walking through it before beginning to step through himself.

"Excuse me," the woman called out, causing him to turn and look at her. "I'm sorry, but are you Finn Hudson?"

"Yep," he replied.

"I thought that was you yesterday," the woman prattled on. "I told my husband I saw you and he didn't believe me. Can I get your autograph?" she asked while digging through her purse.

"Uh, sure," he told her, accepting the piece of junk mail and pen she offered. "Who should I make it out to?"

"Mark," she smiled. "Make it out to Mark."

Finn signed his name and passed the items back to the woman. "Sorry, but I've got to run," he apologized before turning and walking to his car. He got in and looked up towards Rachel's apartment, grinning as he thought of what they'd just done.

He couldn't wait to come back later.

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After having raced through her apartment to get ready after Finn left, Rachel flew down the hallway towards the locker room knowing she was already later than she wanted to be for practice. Unable to stop smiling about why she was running behind she pushed open the door to the locker room and stepped inside, the smile falling from her lips as she stared in shock at how how the room was now decorated.

Life sized pictures of the each member of the Flight Crew now hung above their individual lockers, the former stenciling of their names in black now changed to a deep green with the Jets symbol placed on either side of it. Rachel looked over each picture, taking in the different poses of the Crew before settling on her own, eyeing it critically. She walked forward towards her locker, still staring at the picture just as Holly and Nikki came out from the bathroom.

"Someone's running late," Holly teased while she watched Rachel tow her sky blue team issued suitcase over to her locker.

"Not really," Rachel replied absently as she set her purse into her locker and opened her suitcase, pulling out the things she'd need for practice.

"Please, you're always here early before practice," Holly laughed, sitting down on the bench by Rachel and looking to Nikki who just nodded her head in agreement. "Your car break down?"

"No," Rachel muttered, wishing more than ever that she could tell Holly why she was late.

"No?" Holly pondered, scrunching her face as she tried to think of another reason. She scooted closer to Rachel's locker, perplexed as to why she was late.

Rachel pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it in her locker, checking in the mirror discreetly to make sure she hadn't missed any of Finn's marks again. Satisfied she had them all covered, she quickly changed into her practice clothes, donning the black rhinestone studded sports bra and black short shorts Sue insisted all the veteran members of the Crew wear for practice post JFC training camp before sitting down on the bench next to Holly to tie her shoes, looking over at Holly when the other woman whistled. "What?"

"I think I know why you were late," Holly smirked as she looked over Rachel's back. "Check it out Nikki, looks like waterboy is a scratcher," she mused, pointing to the scratch marks covering Rachel's back.

Rachel frowned as she craned her neck, trying to see what Holly was talking about. Unable to see anything, she stood and walked to the full length mirror and examined herself, her heart hammering wildly as she saw the scratches on her back, immediately cursing herself for not noticing that the stone in Finn's shower had marked her. She'd rather have had a hickey to cover up. "I already told you I'm not seeing Jacob."

"Right, you've always had those scratches," Holly teased, leaning closer to examine them, as did Nikki. "What do you think, Nikki?"

Nikki peered closer. "Those scratches look like she was rubbing against something rough, like a rock."

"Hmm." Holly examined a particularly deep one. "Well we know little Rachel wouldn't ever have rough sex, but I'd say someone got it on in the shower. Waterboy hold you against the tiles of his shower?"

"I wouldn't know what Jacob's shower looks like since I'm not dating him," Rachel snapped, stalking back to her locker, her cheeks burning from mortification at how close Holly had gotten to the truth.

"Uh huh. How long was he able to actually hold you up?" Holly questioned. "I doubt his arm strength is that good."

"It's from an abrasive loofah," she lied. "My back was really itchy this morning."

"I bet something was itchy," Holly laughed knowingly, watching Rachel grab her t-shirt.

"Yes," Rachel insisted as she pulled her T-shirt back on. "I really scrubbed my back this morning."

"No point in covering it up Rachel," Holly said with a shake of her head. "Coach is just going to make you lose the shirt anyway; she's checking us all out to make sure we're camera ready, plus she's doing that interview for Cheerleading Now and they'll be taking pictures," she reminded her.

"Yeah," Nikki chimed in. "Remember she said no cover ups?"

"I can at least wear it down the hall," Rachel decided, having completely forgotten about the reporters coming today and she prayed Sue wouldn't notice the marks when she took off her shirt. Trying to change the subject, she grabbed her pompoms from the top of her locker. "That why she redid the locker room? For the interview?"

"Oh no," Holly explained as she walked across the room with a smile to pick up her own pompoms. "You know how Sue always watches that Dallas Cowboys Cheerleading show-"

"She still watches that?" Rachel asked in surprise. "Even after she tried to block it from airing?"

Holly nodded. "Ever since those 'tramps down in Dallas' stole the Delmonico Drop she watches their show religiously to see if they stole anything else," she explained. "You know they have their vets in blue and rookies in pink? Sue's looking into copyright violation since all the veterans here wear the black practice outfits and the rookies wear green. That aside, this is how they decorated their locker room so she wanted to change ours-can't have them looking better than us. So she called Sandy at 2 am demanding that the locker room be redone and this," she waved her pompom covered hands with a flourish, "is what we got."

"Oh." Rachel looked back up at the various pictures. "They all have their official pictures up?"

"They do," Nikki said. "Plus they have their whole name on their locker, not just their first name," she finished excitedly. "So mine would say Nicole Marie, not just Nikki."

"So why don't ours?" Rachel asked, wondering why hers just said Rachel and not Rachel Barbra.

"Sue felt it was tacky, especially once she saw how horrible some of the girls middle names were," Holly explained. "I must say I agree."

"Oh." Rachel stared, wondering if Holly was just saying that because she had a horrible middle name.

"I like the look of the locker room; I just wish Sue hadn't picked that pose for me," Holly pouted. She stood and went to stand in front of the full length mirror. "I think I should have had a pose that showed off the girls, not hid them. Don't you think?"

Rachel nodded absently as she checked one last time to make sure at least all of her hickeys were covered before looking at Holly's picture. It was a good picture, even if Holly apparently didn't like the fact that her back was mainly to the camera as she smiled over her shoulder.

"You should have had Quinn's pose," Nikki announced. Rachel glanced above Quinn's locker, taking in the sexy way the photographer had posed her, one hand pulling on the tie between her breasts as she walked towards the camera. "That's a total boob pose."

"Quinn looks fantastic in that picture," Rachel defended, wishing her own picture was half as sexy.

"Your pose is cute Rachel," Holly decided, smiling as she walked back to Rachel's locker and putting a friendly arm around her shoulders. "Almost wholesome, like the girl next door."

Rachel looked again at her picture, nodding in agreement with Holly that the picture of her with her thumbs hooked into her belt loops wasn't the sexiest of looks. Shifting her gaze to the right, her eyes landed on the clock and she groaned at how late it was. "We have to go," she told the others.

Holly followed her gaze. "Oooh we do, I don't want to be late today of all days," she said as she made her way to the door.

"Afraid you'll have to do the Slacker Special again?" Rachel quipped as she followed her out the door.

"No," Holly replied as she walked briskly down the hall. "My idol is here today."

"Your idol?" Rachel laughed as she jogged slightly to catch up, reaching the door to the practice room at the same time as Holly. "Sue's your idol now?"

"Not Sue. Terri," Holly clarified.

"Terri?" Rachel asked in confusion.

"Has sex with Waterboy fried your brain?" Holly commented sarcastically as she blew past Rachel to enter the room. "Terri Delmonico-Schuester-Schwartz? Inventor of the Delmonico Drop?"

"Oh. She's here today?" Rachel replied, momentarily panicked. The famed former JFC member occasionally stopped by to choreograph new routines and expected nothing less than the perfection she performed with, often stopping to criticize both the girls and their dancing. She gulped, not sure what would be worse, Sue noticing her scratches or Terri.

"She is. I want to be just like her one day," Holly said, smile in place as she pointed to a woman with honey colored hair deep in discussion with Sue and two men.

Rachel looked at where Holly was pointing and rolled her eyes. "You want to be just like Terri?" she repeated as she watched Terri and Sue talk. "Why? So you can have your own move?"

"I already have my own moves," Holly replied proudly. "We just don't use them here." She looked at Terri again. "No, I want to be successful like her-look how far she's gone since being on the Crew. Married to a Coach-"

"Divorced from the Coach," Rachel reminded.

"But remarried to a doctor," Holly breathed out with reverence. "A plastic surgeon no less! Plus she still consults here and is getting inducted into the Flight Crew Hall of Fame," she reminded her. "She's my hero."

Rachel rolled her eyes again and walked away from Holly, moving over by Quinn to stretch a bit.

"Hey," Quinn said casually as she shifted from her right splits to her left. "Have a good weekend?" she asked innocently, wondering if Rachel would tell her about Finn yet.

"Oh it was fine, a little boring," Rachel replied, sitting on the floor and opening her legs to a straddle position, her pompoms between herself and Quinn. "I just kinda stayed in and relaxed," she lied.

Quinn arched her brow, knowing full well that Rachel had spent time with Finn and his family. "Oh yeah? You just stayed home?"

"Pretty much," Rachel shrugged.

"Then let's go out tonight," Quinn said, willing to alter her plans with Puck for the evening to get some gossip. "I'm sure since you spent all weekend resting you aren't too tired to grab some dinner? Maybe a little shopping?" Quinn continued innocently.

"Um, actually," Rachel began haltingly.

"Where do you want to go?" Quinn asked, steamrolling over Rachel's attempt to evade. "We can grab a pizza, that'll be quick," she offered.

Rachel felt her cheeks warm at the mention of pizza and tried again to deflect Quinn. "Actually I can't tonight Q," she blurted out.

"What? Why?" Quinn asked. "Got a hot date?"

"No!" Rachel cried quickly. "I, um, have cooking class."

"When did you-"

"Q!" Sue barked, cutting Quinn's conversation with Rachel off. "Front and center, we've got a lot to do today."

Rachel stood, for once thankful to Sue for interrupting her conversation with Quinn. She yanked off her shirt and threw it to the side before picking her pompoms up and standing next to Brittany in line.

"Listen up ladies," Sue yelled into her bullhorn. "In case you haven't noticed you're standing in the midst of a celebrity," she announced, stepping in front of Terri as the other woman moved forward. "Me."

Rachel resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead watching quietly as Sue paced in front of them, her ever present clipboard and bullhorn in her hands.

"As you can see, the staff of Cheerleading Now is here once again to interview me, since as you may have heard, yours truly has been named coach of the century. They will be taking pictures of practice today while they interview me, so try not to suck too badly. Anyone looking uggo in a picture will be on flag duty for a month."

Rachel squirmed, hoping her scratches didn't fall under that category.

"Now, you will be learning a new routine today, choreographed by Terri Schwartz," she explained shifting as Terri again tried to step out from behind her. "This routine will be performed at the First Annual Jets Flight Crew Hall of Fame induction, half time of opening day. Suck at it and you're out," she announced as she moved to the side, nodding at Terri. "Begin."

"Well as Coach said, I'll be teaching you ladies a new routine today, isn't that exciting?" Terri asked as she stepped forward, clapping her hands together, her large engagement ring and wedding band sparkling under the lights. "Now, some of you are familiar faces, like Quinn" she said with a smile as she moved in front of Quinn. "It's so nice to see that Sue made you captain. Have you decided on your starter yet?"

Quinn returned the smile and tilted her head slightly. "My starter?"

"Your starter on the Jets to date of course. You're the Captain, I'd hate to think of you dating a back up." She shuddered, horrified at the thought.

Quinn shook her head. "No."

"Don't worry, he's out there," she said with a sympathetic pat to Quinn's arm. "There's some real hotties on the team this year. If I were you, I'd go for that new wide receiver."

"We can't date players, Terri," Quinn announced, sneaking a glance at Rachel to see what her reaction was to Terri's statement. Rachel, she was pleased to see, had an annoyed look on her face. "It's a rule."

"We'll that's a shame. Luckily the Giants are nearby." She gave Quinn another reassuring pat. "I heard the quarterback over there just broke up with his girlfriend."

Quinn just smiled as she moved down the line, continuing to make comments about the routine.

"The song you'll be dancing to is I've Got a Feeling," Terri explained, stopping in front of Brittany. She looked Brittany up and down before she spoke again. "Well, I've got a feeling someone is enjoying too much fondue," she said lightly, pinching at Brittany's side.

"Good point, Terri," Sue barked. "Looks like Blaine and I will be commencing random fridge checks! Anyone found with food on the banned items list will be doing the Ultimate Slacker Special!"

Terri nodded sagely. "Make sure you ladies are all drinking your shakes like Coach tells you too-I don't want any fatties on my induction day!"

Moving on to Rachel, her smile became a look of pity. "Sweetie, you really should consider getting that nose job like we've talked about before. I'm sure my husband, the famed surgeon to the stars, Dr. Schwartz, would give you a good deal," she smiled. "I mean, he is your people after all."

Rachel just nodded, her smile dimming ever so slightly at Terri's words. They played over and over on a loop in her mind as Terri prattled on and on before moving forward to begin demonstrating.

"Now it goes like this," Terri announced as she began demonstrating the moves, counting them out as she went.

Rachel paid close attention, mimicking the moves easily. She was so focused on Terri that she missed the fact that the photographer had taken several photos of her while she danced, capturing the scratches on her back perfectly as she spun in a turn.

"Do you have it?" Terri called out, whirling around to face the squad after she finished demonstrating.

Rachel nodded along with the other members of the Crew, ready to perform herself.

"Let's take it from the top then," Terri stated while walking to sit in a director's chair next to Sue. "Veterans first."

Rachel and the other veterans quickly got into position, waiting for the music to start. Terri frowned when no music came and looked at Becky expectantly. "Um hello, you can start the music."

Rachel rolled her shoulders and turned to face the back, ready for the routine to begin.

"Cut!" Sue barked out into the megaphone before the music even began. "Berry! Front and center!"

"Yes?" Rachel called back, rushing to the center of the room.

"You sleep in a rose bush last night?" Sue questioned.

"No," Rachel answered quickly.

"No? Then did you get into a cat fight with a toddler over the last pair of footy pajamas at The Children's Place?"

"Of course not!" Rachel cried, her cheeks burning from humiliation.

"Then explain to me why you're at my practice with scratch marks all over," Sue said cooly. "Did you forget that we were being photographed today?"

Rachel tried to peek down at her chest, sure she had covered up all of the marks there. Seeing that some of the makeup had come off during rehearsal, she cursed Finn's shower as she spoke. "I um, was holding my pompoms too close that last run through, they must have scratched-"

"Your pompoms reach all the way around to scratch your back too?" Sue asked. "Didn't know you were that flexible."

"Oh those aren't from her practice poms," Holly snickered. "Those are from her new boyfriend. You look thirsty Rachel, want some water?" she teased.

Rachel turned to glare at Holly, giving Sue an even better look at her back.

"That so Rachel?" Sue questioned as she moved closer to Rachel. "Are you letting some guy maul you?"

"What?" Rachel whipped back around to stare at Sue. "No."

Sue glared down at her. "Because if it is, you better tell your man to watch it," she warned. "You show up here looking like Edward Scissorhands after he tries to scratch an itch again and I will hunt him down, cutting off the little bit of manhood he has as punishment for ruining the aesthetic look of my performance."

"I'm sorry! It won't happen again," Rachel replied quickly.

"It better not," Terri interjected. "I can't have you looking like that on my big night."

"My Crew does not perform looking like this," Sue explained to the reporter watching next to her. "We pride ourselves on our appearance and despite Berry deciding to look like she humped a cactus, I can guarantee that she'll show up on game day in pristine condition or else. Isn't that right, Rachel?"

"Right Coach." She nodded firmly, afraid to think of what would happen if she was still scratched on game day.

"Get into position Rachel," Sue barked. "Let this be a lesson for the rest of you. If anyone else shows up looking like they lost a fight to a porcupine, you're cut immediately."

Rachel scrambled into position, her face scarlet but relieved Sue hadn't punished her.

"Run through it once and then head back to the locker room to change into your jerseys so nobody else's eyes will be burned by Berry's back. We'll finish practice in them on the field. Start the music Becky," Sue directed, her eyes still trained on Rachel as the veterans began the routine.

Rachel felt Sue's eyes staring at her as she performed the routine, moving seamlessly from one move to the next. She kept her bright smile in place as she began to kick her legs throwing her right leg in the air one last time before nailing the famous Delmonico Drop. Her chest heaved as she held the pose, knowing better than to move before Sue dismissed them.

"Your kicks are higher today, Berry," Sue called out. "You finally start a new stretching routine?"

Rachel felt a flush creep up from her chest to her face, knowing she hadn't exactly stretched in her normal way that morning. "No Coach," she shook her head.

"Well whatever you did to get them higher, keep doing it. Then maybe you can work on having some sex appeal."

Terri nodded. "I think maybe you should curl your hair for game day. It'll make the hair whip look sexier," she decreed. "Plus then you won't finish that move early like you were-the whip is supposed to be 6-7, not just 6."

Sue picked up her bullhorn again. "And Nikki, that whole routine looked clunky. Fix it before game day or you're out. Now get the hell out of here and get changed," she yelled, causing the girls to scramble out the door to head for the locker room.

Rachel grabbed her T-shirt, throwing it on as she followed the other girls from the room. She ran through the routine in her mind, trying to analyze her moves in her head. Not watching where she was going, she walked right into Quinn. "Why are we all stopped?" she asked as she looked up to see everyone just standing outside of the locker room.

"I don't know but-"

"What part of get changed did you all miss?" Sue snapped from behind them as she headed towards her office.

"There's people in the locker room Coach," Nikki piped up from the front of the group. "Mr. Ryerson and Coach Schue and-" She got no further as Sue pushed her way through the Flight Crew to storm into the locker room.

"Ryerson!" she growled, gesturing to Will, Puck and Finn who were all just staring at the locker room as she spoke. "What are Larry, Moe and Curly doing in my locker room besides making it ugly?"

"Oh Sue," Sandy gushed. "After we redecorated in here last night I suddenly had a vision for the boys locker room!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Picture this: we decorate the boys room like an authentic rustic log cabin-I even have the perfect buck head I found antiquing a couple of weeks ago."

"This was your doing wasn't it?" Sue snarled at Will. "You've been dying to get into a winning locker room for years. Becky! Check my office and make sure my secret dance play book is still there!"

"I didn't want to come in here!" Will cried, as the girls began filing in. "And I don't want your play book!"

"Oh please, William. You've been trying to find the secret to success for years," Sue replied. "I find out that anything's missing from my book, I will take you down faster than it takes one of your curls to spring back into place after I pull it."

Rachel followed the other crew members into the locker room, her eyes immediately landing on Finn. She tried to catch his eye but he wasn't looking in her direction, instead his eyes were locked on the picture above her locker. Rachel watched his face intently as she tried to tell whether or not he liked the picture, completely ignoring the conversation going on in the room.

"Sue, I brought the boys in here," Sandy placated. "The girl's pictures above their lockers came out so fabulous, I simply had to show William and the boys to see if they wanted it for their locker room."

"Which we don't," Will replied.

"Of course you don't William. The pictures look good," Sue snarled. "You still think that wasp nest on your head looks good."

"I just wanted to show the boys how quickly the renovations could be done," Sandy laughed. "I need them to make a decision before they leave for Miami so I know whether or not to order the custom leather wing chairs for each locker."

"These renovations better not be coming out of my budget," Sue warned.

"I was trying to tell Sandy we don't need any redecorating," Will said. "So no worries Sue, your precious pompom budget is fine."

"But what about what the boys think?" Sandy interjected. "Finn, don't you want a custom leather chair for your locker?"

Finn snapped his head over to where Sandy was standing. "Uh I-"

"Real eloquent there, Double Stuff," Sue interjected, not giving Finn a chance to finish. "I for one think the leather chairs will make the team look like more of a laughingstock than usual."

"Puckerman?" Sandy queried. "Picture doing post game interviews from the comfort of your own leather arm chair. Oh! I'll order silk smoking jackets for interviews!"

"Uh that sounds great, Mr. Ryerson but-"

"This isn't Masterpiece Theater, Ryerson! He gets leather chairs, I want a snow machine for the Christmas numbers," she cried, moving closer to Sandy as Will did the same, the trio's voices quickly escalating.

Rachel kept looking at Finn, smiling when he met her gaze. She was about to roll her eyes at him in response to the shouting match currently going on, when Holly stepped in front of her, breaking her connection to Finn.

Holly walked to Finn, her eyes raking over his body as she extended her hand to him. "Hi there," she giggled. "On behalf of the entire Flight Crew, I'd just like to say welcome to the team, we're so glad to have you," she purred, ignoring the yelling going on.

"Uh thanks," Finn replied, tearing his gaze from Rachel's to look at Holly.

"You're welcome," Holly preened. "And if you need anything you just let me know," she continued. "I'm kind of the unofficial welcoming committee for the team."

Finn flicked a glance to Rachel at Holly's choice of phrase, noticing that Rachel was watching them avidly. Speaking loud enough that his voice would carry to Rachel, he focused back on Holly. "Thanks, but I've already been welcomed to the team," he said with a smile.

Not quite ready to give up, Holly nodded. "Well if you think of anything else you need, you just let me know ok? I'm kinda the go to girl here," she said proudly.

"Juggs!" Sue said sharply, focusing back on the locker room. "Do I need to remind you of the contract you signed? There's no talking to those losers!"

"The contract doesn't say they can't talk, Sue," Will said as he ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated.

"What are you still doing in my locker room?" Sue asked. "Get the hell out! Unlike you, I have a practice to run," she said as she pointed her finger to the door. "Out. Now."

"I didn't want to come here in the first place!" Will shouted at her before walking out the door.

"Oh dear," Sandy fretted, patting his hand over his chest. "Boys, let's take this back to your locker room shall we? You can give me your final decision there," he said as he led Puck and Finn from the room.

Rachel watched Finn go before she tuned back into what Sue was telling the other members of the Crew.

"10 minutes ladies. Get changed and get your sorry asses out on the field to perform," she yelled before storming from the room.

Along with everyone else, Rachel moved to her locker, quickly pulling on her practice jersey over her sports bra. She checked her makeup one last time, touching up the areas where it had come off and headed back out of the room towards the field.

"Berry! I better not see a single scratch or you're doing the slacker special!"

Rachel sighed. Practice was going to suck.

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After another two hours of practice on the field, Sue dismissed the team, holding Quinn back to discuss the speech Quinn was supposed to give for Sue at the induction ceremony. Rachel made a beeline for the locker room, ignoring the conversations around her as she changed and repacked her suitcase. Mumbling a quick goodbye to Brittany, she left the locker room and headed down the hall towards the stadium's exit, pulling out her cell phone as she went. Once she reached her car, she set her suitcase inside the backseat before climbing in, texting Finn to tell him she was on her way home and he could come over anytime. Driving on autopilot, she made her way home and pulled into her designated spot in the garage before grabbing her suitcase and heading for the apartment building. Her phone beeped and she glanced at it, seeing a text from Finn.

I'm here, where are you?

Rachel typed back quickly.

Just heading inside. Take the stairs and meet me by my door?

She walked inside, quickly grabbing the next elevator and riding up to her floor. Smiling at the thought of him waiting for her, she stepped out of the elevator when it dinged, her smile growing when she saw him leaning against her door, a suitcase at his feet. Towing her own suitcase behind her, she walked quickly to her door, rising on her toes and pecking his lips once in greeting. "Hi."

"Hi," he echoed, bending to kiss her again. He pulled back and took her suitcase from her watching as she unlocked the door, a suitcase in each hand. "How was practice baby?"

"Terrible." She opened the door, kicking off her shoes the moment she walked inside.

"Yeah? We could only watch tape because the field was being used," he teased while closing the door behind him, setting his suitcase down in the foyer along with hers.

"It's your fault we were on the field I'll have you know," she huffed, poking him in the belly.

"My fault?" he questioned. "How was it my fault?"

"Well seeing as how you had to prove you had the better shower, I went to practice with my back looking like a cat's scratching post," she explained. "Holly thought the marks were from Jacob, although she nailed the shower sex part. She just thought it was from tile."

Not wanting to admit he'd noticed the scratches earlier, he winced before frowning. "Wait, she thought Jewfro did that?" he asked, insulted at his work being mistaken for Jacob's. "He wishes."

"Yeah, and that's what she told Sue too," Rachel told him.

"Sue noticed?" he questioned, wincing again.

"I had to listen to her ream me out in front of everyone! Even the reporters," Rachel admitted, still mortified. "Since she was being interviewed today, people were taking our pictures and she freaked out about my scratches being caught on camera."

"Poor baby," Finn cooed, pulling her close and bending to pick her up. He waited until she was eye level before placing a kiss on her lips. "Guess we'll just have to take baths together from now on."

Rachel wrapped her legs around him, kissing him again. "As long as the tub isn't stone."

"Nope." He kissed her again. "Can't make any promises about the tile though."

She giggled against his lips. "Good. Take me into the kitchen."

He carried her into the kitchen, letting her place kisses on his jaw as he walked. She slid down his body with a final kiss before walking over to the refrigerator to pull out the ingredients for dinner.

Finn followed her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing her temple. "So does that mean no more rough shower sex ever? Cause that was seriously hot."

Rachel turned and wrapped her arms around him, resting her chin on his chest as she stared up at him. "It means we just have to be more creative with our positions when it comes to shower sex. I've already checked the Cosmo app on my phone."

"Yeah? Find anything good?" he asked, more than willing to forget cooking and jump in the shower right now.

"I might have," she replied, placing a kiss against his chest. "Guess you'll just have to wait and see."

"How long?" he demanded. "We should take advantage of your scratches and have rough sex now. You get scratched more, no one will notice."

"Don't think you're off the hook. I have a message for you from Sue, too. She says to tell my mystery man that if you mark me up again, she'll cut off what little manhood you have," Rachel announced as she separated from him and turned back to the fridge, pulling out what she needed. "Your shower is the reason we were going to the locker room-everyone had to change into their jerseys so the scratches would be hidden."

"Sorry baby," he replied. "How can I make it up to you?"

She smiled, reaching over to grab something off a nearby hook. "Start with this."

He eyed the floral apron she was holding out. "I don't think so, babe."

"That's too bad," Rachel commented. "I was all set to try out the Shower Sizzler or the Tub Tangle positions I saw on the Cosmo site later."

He grabbed the apron, pulling it over his head without further comment.

Rachel giggled as she tied her own apron on. "You look adorable."

Finn leaned against the counter as he watched her move about. "We can just order in baby, you've had a long day," he told her, still feeling guilty about her scratches getting her in trouble.

"I promised you I'd teach you to cook," she reminded him with a teasing smile. "First lesson? Turkey Chili."

They moved through the dinner preparations easily, talk of practice forgotten as they worked together to create the meal, only getting sidetracked when he'd stand behind her to help her chop or stir, kissing her neck despite Rachel's protests of danger.

Even with the distractions they managed to get the chili cooked and she couldn't help but laugh when he hesitated to try the chili once they sat down to eat.

"What if I screwed it up?" he asked doubtfully as he watched her lift a bite to her lips.

"You didn't screw it up Finn," she assured him before placing the spoon between her lips, humming in appreciation. "It's perfect. In fact, I'd say it was to die for."

He grinned at her before picking up his own spoon, making quick work of his bowl of chili. "That was good," he admitted with a smile.

"Told you," she teased, pushing back from the table to take his bowl and place it in the sink. As she walked back to the table to finish her chili, her earlier question from the locker room came back to her mind. She walked over to him, settling on his lap as she placed an arm around his neck. "Hey Finn?"

"Yeah baby?" His hands moved to snake around her waist, stoking her thigh lightly.

"What'd you think of the locker room?" she asked quietly. "I saw you staring."

"I couldn't take my eyes off your picture," he told her honestly.

Rachel lifted her eyes to his as she played with his hair. "Yeah?" she questioned casually. "So you thought it was ok?"

"Ok?" he laughed. "It was hot Rach," he corrected.

"You think so?" She bit her lip worriedly. "I mean, Holly thought it was kind of wholesome-"

"Who cares what Holly thinks? Trust me, it was hot," Finn assured her, adding a kiss. "Where can I get a life size copy?"

She giggled. "What would you do with that?"

"Stare at it all day," he murmured against her lips.

Pleased that he liked it, she stood and went to place her bowl in the sink, standing still as she felt him wrap his arms around her from behind, his face nuzzling her throat.

"Finny stop," she protested weakly even as she turned her head to give him easier access to her throat.

"No," he said, biting gently before running his tongue over the spot. "Let's see if Sue, or anyone else for that matter, notices this mark," he mused as she turned in his arms, smiling at him.

"I'll make sure to cover that," she warned him. "Although she might buy that it was a curling iron burn since she said in front of everyone that an 80 year old nun had more sex appeal than I do after she watched us on the JumboTron." Her head fell against his chest as he began to lazily stroke her back.

He rolled his eyes while continuing to rub her back. "Sue Sylvester wouldn't know sex appeal if it bit her on the ass. Seriously, does she think those track suits she wears every day make her look good?"

Rachel raised her eyes to his before she burst out laughing. "I honestly have no idea. It's just hard not to take her insults seriously when I'm surrounded by girls like Nikki and Holly who just naturally have sex appeal you know? You should have seen them on the Jumbotron. They looked perfect even if Nikki was on the wrong yard line."

"I doubt they looked more perfect than you," Finn assured her. "It's like impossible."

"It's definitely possible," Rachel replied. "I mean, my chest is nowhere near Holly's size and her hair always whips around just right. Sue would never give her fake boobs to wear under her uniform. Then there's her perky little nose, it's so much cuter than mine."

"Hmm I think you underestimate the power of your appeal babe." He boosted her up on the counter so they were eye to eye before continuing. "Whose amazingly sexy picture is hidden in my locker huh? Cause I know it's not Holly's. Who's the girl that made me see stars on the trainer's table and the whirlpool-" His speech was cut off when she placed a scorching kiss on his lips.

"Me," she said, finally pulling back from the kiss. "I'm that girl."

"Damn right you are." He leaned in and kissed her again feeling her relax as she leaned into him. Catching her bottom lip in his teeth he bit lightly causing her to moan. His hands lightly rubbing her thighs, he pulled his mouth away and kept talking as if nothing had happened. "This is a new routine you were working on today?"

She nodded. "It's for opening day-Sue and Terri are being inducted into the Flight Crew Hall of Fame," she told him.

"Maybe you could show me?" he asked casually while resuming his earlier neck nuzzling.

She tilted her head to give him better access before replying. "What do you mean?"

"Well I haven't seen this routine yet you know," he said with a pout. "And I won't ever get to see a real performance. So maybe you could practice it now?" His tone was hopeful as he lifted his face, letting his mouth ghost over hers before whispering against her lips. "Please?"

Against begging like that, how could she deny him? She softly pressed her lips to his, her hands on his chest.

"Fine, but just once. There's a Real Housewives marathon on soon and I don't want to miss it." With that she jumped down from the counter and walked toward the living room.

"Great, can't wait," he muttered as he followed her into the living room. While she searched her iPod for the appropriate song he sprawled out the couch making sure he was in a comfortable position to watch her dance.

Finally locating the correct song, Rachel pressed play, jogged to the center of the room and crouched down on the balls of her feet.

Finn laughed at the music, "I Gotta Feeling? Really?"

Slowly rolling her body to a standing position as Sue had instructed she gave him a mock glare before continuing. Her body twisted side to side with exaggerated hip rolls before she leaned over and began to shimmy her shoulders.

His mouth went dry and he instantly became painfully aroused. Subconsciously his tongue darted out to lick his lips while he watched her shimmy and shake in front of him.

Rachel recognized the look on his face and smirked to herself, eyeing his tight pants as she slid her leg out to the side before dragging it back to her body. Deciding to have a little fun, she let her hands run up the sides of her body while she danced. She brought them back down and gripped the bottom of her shirt, lifting it a few inches before dropping it back down.

Executing a slow turn she put her back to him, bending over and touching the floor before slowly rolling her body back up. Her hips continued to twist as she turned back to him again bringing her hands up the sides of her body while circling her head, causing her hair to whip around her face.

His lips parted and his amber eyes darkened with lust as he watched her movements. Thank God the team missed most of the Flight Crew performances because if he saw her doing this at the game there was no way he'd be focused on the game, he'd be too busy staring.

Loving the way his eyes were devouring her she continued to dance, twisting her body low to the floor and standing back up. Her hands once again touched the bottom of her t-shirt and this time she pulled it high enough to allow a quick glimpse of bra before dropping it back down, enjoying his groans of disappointment.

She dragged her hands up her chest slowly, not stopping until she could bury her hands in her hair, fisting it as she sashayed a few steps towards him. The music continued to play as she turned from him again and reached down, gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it up to her breasts. Her eyes smoldering, she stared at him over her shoulder before pulling it over her head. She pivoted to face him, tossing the shirt in his direction.

He looked down at the shirt in his lap before glancing back at her, his eyes raking over the purple lace bra gracing her chest and wondering if the matching counterpart was under her sweatpants. "Is...is that part of the routine?"

"I'm just trying to make it realistic," she replied innocently, as she bent down and dragged an arm up her leg, giving Finn a nice view of her cleavage. "I'd never practice in such a baggy shirt."

"No?" he asked hoarsely, watching as her hands moved up her body to cup her breasts while she whipped her hair around. She stared at him, her fingers ever so slowly moving the lacy material of her bra to reveal more of her breasts but putting the material back in place before he could see anything good.

"Nope." She shimmied again, feeling her nipples tighten under his gaze before turning her back to him and shaking her hips slowly side to side. Her back to him, she brought her hands up her sides, fisting her hair again before she let it fall as she looked over her shoulder. She lowered her hands, teasing him by playing with the clasp of the bra but refusing to unhook it, instead dropping her hands to the waistband of her yoga pants, lowering them a few inches to give him a quick peek at her purple lace boyshorts before she pulled them back up. "But of course, I wouldn't be wearing these pants either."

"Take them off," he growled as he shifted on the couch, trying to find some relief for himself.

"You want me to take them off?" she questioned as she turned around to face him once again, giving him a little shimmy.

His question about her underwear answered, he was able to only eagerly nod his head yes, watching as she lowered the waistband of both her yoga pants and her panties a few inches, revealing her creamy skin.

"Hmm I don't know; I'd usually have some shorts on," she teased as she pulled the pants back up, hips swaying in time to the music.

"Take them off," he repeated gruffly, his eyes following her body as she turned her back to him and again lowered the two waistbands a few inches, giving him a view of her bare ass for a second before she pulled them back up and turned around.

"You take something off," she replied saucily, still shimmying to the song.

It took about a half second for him to pull his shirt up and over his head. He leaned back against the couch, his eyes fixated on Rachel, who was now swaying her hips from side to side, her fingers playing peek-a-boo with her underwear again as she lowered and raised her waistband. "Done."

"I see." Her eyes fixed on his, she resumed her hip rolls, one hand reaching up to lower a bra strap off her shoulder. "Done."

"Funny, babe," he said hoarsely, his eyes riveted to the bra covered breasts she was now cupping and pushing together as she danced.

"You said take something off," she teased, putting the bra strap back in place before executing some hair flips.

"What I said was take them off. Them meaning your pants," he clarified as she moved her hands to her waistband.

"Oh." She slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties, lowering both the panties and her pants to rest just above the apex of her thighs. "There."

"No way." He stared at the hands resting on her bare waist, mentally willing them to continuing lowering her pants.

"No?" She lowered them another inch, her eyes on his.

"I lost a whole shirt. Keep going."

"Well if you insist," she replied, once again hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, swiveling her hips towards the ground as she bent and slowly pulled just the pants down her legs, stepping out of them as she stood back up.

He swallowed thickly as she stuck her right leg out to the side, placing her weight on her left leg as she hooked her thumbs into the panties still sitting on the apex of her thighs, mimicking her official Flight Crew picture now hanging above her locker. "Baby, that is a seriously hot pose."

"You really think so?" Her thumbs moved, lowering the panties slightly.

"Hell yeah," he replied lustily while his gaze roamed over her near naked body, practically drooling at the sight. "Come a little closer."

She sashayed towards him, stopping a good three feet away. "Better?"

"Closer," he directed, crooking his finger at her.

She closed the distance between them and stood between his legs. "How about now?"

"Almost there," he said as he yanked on her hips causing her to stumble onto his lap. "Mmmm that's better," he murmured just before his lips found hers.

She had never felt so sexy. Feeling his arousal through his jeans while she sat there clad only in her underwear heightened her desire as she returned his kiss, her tongue seeking his. Not breaking their kiss, she moved to straddle him, grinding herself into his jean covered erection. His groans, combined with the fact that the hands he had on her hips had now slipped into her panties to squeeze her ass, gave her a sense of empowerment and she pushed him back against the couch, grinding herself into him harder as she sucked on his tongue.

"Fuck baby," Finn moaned as she ran her hands over his bare chest. He tore his mouth from hers to streak down her neck to her chest, sucking on the soft skin above her bra. Not bothering to remove her bra he merely yanked it down and feasted on her breast.

"Ooh, Finn," she whimpered as she held his head to her chest and ground herself against him. Still holding his mouth to her breast, she felt him grip her ass and stand, locking her legs around his waist as he held her close. Secure in his arms, she picked his head up to make him switch breasts and he stood still for a minute, letting his mouth play as he held her in his arms. "Ooh!"

"God, I love your breasts," he murmured against her right one, placing small kisses all over it and sucking on the skin as he turned to lay her down on the couch, angling his body over hers before he switched breasts, repeating his actions on the left one. "I can't decide which one I like better."

"Finn. Baby..." she breathed out as his mouth continued its assault. She arched her back, her hands grabbing a couch pillow behind her for support. Her hips moved wantonly upward as she tried to feel him against her. "Baby, oooh."

"Tell me, baby," he moaned against her breast, pushing his hips forward when he felt her hand cup him through his jeans. He traced the curve of each breast with his tongue. "Tell me what you want."

She grabbed his face, kissing him hard once before trailing her lips up to his ear and licking the shell. "You."

"You have me," he murmured against her neck, sucking on the hickey he'd left before.

Too aroused to really think about the implications of his words, she slipped her hand into his pants and under his boxers, squeezing his erection firmly. "Not inside me."

He grinned as he sat up and quickly unsnapped his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down in one swift motion, quickly kicking them off his body. The feeling of Rachel's foot running up and down his back as she watched him shed his clothes was making him crazy with desire but he took a moment to look at her lying on the couch, legs spread, bra askew and panties damp before he spoke.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, grabbing the leg closest to him and kissing his way down it to her panties. He hooked his fingers in her panties as he began to trail kisses back up her leg to her ankle, his fingers peeling off her panties and dragging them behind his lips. He slid the panties off, not caring where they landed as he shifted, hooking an arm under each of her legs to get even closer to her while he kissed her lips roughly, entering her in one swift motion.

"Oh! Baby!" she moaned at the sensation of him filling her. The way he was holding her legs enabled him to go deeper and she gripped his shoulders with her hands as she met his thrusts eagerly. "God, baby again!"

He grinned against her neck, moving his arms so that her legs were closer to her chest before he pulled halfway out, pushing back into her immediately.

"Oh!" she cried out in pleasure, her legs flopping above his arms with each movement he made. Her hand flew to his face, pulling his lips to hers for a quick kiss before the sensation of the next thrust hit her. She writhed under him, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulder when she felt the waves of pleasure from his thrusts hit her again and she screamed. "Yes, baby!"

He grunted an incoherent response, pulling out to repeat his actions several more times, each time earning a louder scream of pleasure from Rachel.

"Oh God! Finn!" His name left her lips on a strangled sob as she came undone moments later, clenching tightly around him.

"Ride it out, baby," he grunted as he continued to thrust inside her, loving the way she gripped him. He bent over and sucked the delicate skin of her throat letting her ride her orgasm out as his neared its peak.

"Finn! Baby!" She gripped him harder as the orgasm continued to pulsate through her body.

"Holy shit! Rachel!" he cried, stilling his movements as his own release washed over him. Exhausted but remaining deep inside of her, he removed his arms from under her legs, caging her head while he buried his face in her neck as the last of his orgasm left his body. He shuddered as her hands skimmed down his back and he moved to roll and switch their positions so he wouldn't crush her. Forgetting where they were, he rolled to his right and immediately fell to the floor with her in his arms.

"Oh my God, are you ok?" she asked while her shoulders shook with the laughter she was trying to hold back.

His breathing was still labored as he replied. "I'm fine but I may never get up again."

Deciding to play on his words, she trailed her fingers down his chest and rocked her hips, feeling him begin to swell inside her once more as she placed a kiss against his lips. "Mmmm, I bet I can prove you wrong."

"Yeah?" He grinned, one eyebrow arched as she sat up onto her knees and began to slowly grind against him, her actions making him hard inside her again. He glanced up at her and moaned at the sight of her arched back, hair flowing while she rode him.

"Fuck baby, you look incredible," he panted, watching as she buried her hands in her hair, a moan escaping her mouth. His hands rose up to grip her breasts as she moved over him, his eyes focused on her face. "So fucking sexy."

"Finn baby, more," she moaned, holding his hands to her breasts and showing him how she wanted to be fondled, her moans getting louder when he pinched her nipple. "Oooh, so good."

He slid one hand behind her neck and pulled her face down to his for a kiss. "God, baby," he murmured as he ran his tongue over her lips once before slipping it inside her mouth.

Rachel allowed this for a moment before she sat back up, wanting to try being in total control. She rose up on her knees, keeping just the tip of his erection inside her before dropping back down, her hands squeezing her breasts together as she repeated her movement.

"Fuck baby, fuck," he grunted, incapable of saying more than that.

Unable to resist the way he was staring up at her, she lowered her head to his, slipping her tongue back in his mouth. She swiveled her hips as they kissed and smirked against his mouth when he groaned incoherently.

She sat back up and placed her hand where they joined together, her head falling back with a moan as she rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh! Baby I'm there!"

"Me too, Rach," he cried hoarsely. Her words made him thrust up into her as hard he could to make her come first above him.

Moments later she paused her movements while moaning his name. "God! Finn! Finn!"

"Shit, Rachel!" He thrust into her one last time, the sight of her coming undone above him made him unable to hold back his own release any longer. His hands dug into her hips as he held her firmly in place, still buried deep inside her.

She smiled down at him before leaning over and kissing him again. "I knew you could do it baby," she murmured against his lips.

"You sure showed me," he said rubbing his nose against hers before running his hand down her back lazily, squeezing her ass as she rested on top of him. "That was definitely sexy by the way."

She pressed a kiss to his throat. "I felt sexy," she admitted. "I think I did this morning too."

"Well you are. Gorgeous, beautiful and sexy," he reminded her, locking his arms around her and stroking his hand up and down her back as he tried to make his next words sound casual. "Bet you'd feel even sexier and more gorgeous in Miami."

"Miami?" she repeated as she sat up and lifted her hips a little to release him from inside her, his hands gripping her ass automatically. "Finn, we talked about this."

"Yeah, Miami," he said, choosing his next words carefully. He massaged her ass for a moment, buying himself some time to think. "You know you could still come with me."

"No, Finny, I can't," she said with a shake of her head. "Even if I didn't have practice you know how much trouble we'd get into?"

"It's not all a team sponsored event," he reminded her as he tried to find a loophole in her logic.

"I know," she said softly. "But I have practice and you're going to be golfing before the game anyway." She gripped his forearms before she continued. "You'll still call me though right?"

He pouted, hating that she was right. "Of course," he replied sulkily.

"Good; you're going to have fun!" she told him brightly before remembering how full of bikini clad girls Miami was. "Just don't have too much fun."

"I'd rather stay and have fun here," he said, giving her ass a pinch. "But I already promised I'd golf."

"We'll have plenty of time for fun when you get back," she promised with a grin. She glanced at the clock, noting it was getting late. "What time is your flight?"

"Six," he groaned, following her gaze. "Shit."

"Come on," she told him, offering a hand to help him up. "You should get to bed."

"You're right," he admitted as he put his hand in hers, letting her help him up. Keeping his hand in hers he pulled her closer, only letting go when she came close enough for him to grab her hips. Lifting her over his shoulder easily, he carried her down the hall towards her room laughing as she pummeled his back, demanding he put her down. He dropped her on the bed before covering her body with his own.

He could always sleep on the plane.

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A/N: I love Terri as a character so being able to bring her back was a lot of fun :) I laugh every single time I hear I've Got a Feeling because of this chapter. Thanks for the read and please feel free to review!

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