Hey guys! What did you think of glee last week? I, personally, felt like gagging throughout a large part of it, and if Sam and Quinn get back together, that just might be it for me. I don't think I'll be able to handle Finchel and Fabrevans in one show. I really liked Mercedes' (Amber Riley) cover of 'I Will Always Love You'. I have to admit… I was tearing up for Sam.
Anyway, this is the last chapter before the wedding (and here, she's getting to the man that she's meant to marry. There's some explicit material in this chapter, though… if you don't like that sort of stuff, I suggest skipping over the italicized part.
Now on to chapter fourteen:
Hold Your Hand
Chapter Fourteen
"Santana, for the last time, I don't want to do this," Rachel sighed, exasperatedly, as Santana and Brittany dragged her into the Victoria's secret store at the local mall.
"Come on, Rach," Santana urged as the three of them walked into the store, "You and trouty are going to be wanking in a hotel room in Hawaii in three days… I mean I know he's nowhere near as hot as my Britz, but still… you're gonna want to look sexy on your wedding night... if not, then why even go on a honeymoon in the first place?"
"Alright," the petite brunette shook her head and rolled her eyes, "that's it… I want to go home… I'm not doing this… I mean, is there really any point in me buying lingerie? It's not like Sam is going to allow me to wear any garment of clothing for very long…"
"Rachel, you're hot," the Latina told her, holding a red satin slip up to Rachel's body, "you should show it off."
"Totally," Brittany agreed, "in fact, if you played for my time, and I weren't engaged to San, I'd totally sleep with you."
"Well," Rachel looked up at her ditsy friend, forcing out a smile, "thank you Brittany… that means a lot… I guess…" The small girl followed her friends, reluctantly, as they picked out numerous pieces of lingerie of all different types, shapes, and colors, chatting amongst themselves.
"This one's cute, too," Brittany said, holding up a whit lacy baby doll piece, "San, maybe you should by some of these, too."
"That's a great idea, B," Santana nodded in agreement, "but this is an emergency; Rachel's honeymoon starts in three nights…" she paused for a brief moment, "I bet she doesn't own a single sexy outfit…"
"Aww," the blue eyed girl pouted, "that really must suck for Sam…"
"Hey!" Rachel defended, "I'll have you know that Sam is happy, and very satisfied with our sex life…"
"Then why not make it even better?" Santana asked, "it doesn't hurt to spice things up, you know…"
"Fine!" the short girl threw her arms up in defeat, "I'll try on the stupid outfits, okay? If it'll really make you two happy, then I'll do it!"
"Yay!" Brittany clapped her hands and jumped up and down, "oh, Rach, you're gonna look so hot!"
"Once again, Brittany," she sighed, "thank you so much for your interest in my, well, my body… but who knows?" she shrugged, "Sam might not even be into this… it might not be his thing…"
"Well, we'll just have to see…" Santana said adding a skimpy bikini to the now very large pile of clothing.
Oh, who am I kidding? Rachel thought as Santana and Brittany dragged her into the fitting rooms, Sam knows that we're going to have sex as soon as we get there, so he'll probably be hornier than usual, if that's even possible… probably even more so with all the exposed skin that all of these skimpy outfits are going to leave.
But as she continued to think about it she realized that… maybe she did want him all over her… oh, what the hell was she saying? She loved it when he put his hands on her, and she knew it… so maybe he was right about the true purpose, after all… not that she would ever admit it to him… now where would the fun be in that?
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"Hey sexy," Sam smiled as he wrapped his arms around Rachel's waist from behind, kissing her cheek, "whacha up to?"
"Just packing my bag for tonight," she sighed. It was the night before the wedding, and Santana had taken it upon herself to plan a sleepover at her and Brittany's house. Apparently, it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride twenty four hours before the wedding; some sort of old time tradition, or something like that. Rachel didn't really see the point in it; her and Sam's relationship was anything but traditional.
After hearing that the blonde boy would be "womanless" as he liked to call it, that evening Noah had also taken the initiative, and had planned a 'guys night out'. Rachel didn't know exactly what they would be doing, but she really hoped that it wouldn't include getting wasted at some trashy strip club, and then drag their drunken bodies home at three in the morning.
"You know," she turned around to face him, "I'm really going to miss you, tonight. This is going to be our first time sleeping without each other since we first got back together."
"I know," Sam nodded and sighed, "Baby, I honestly don't know if I'm going to be able to sleep tonight… it's going to be so lonely."
"Well, you have to sleep. We're getting married tomorrow, and I swear to god I'm holding Noah fully responsible if you fall asleep during our wedding vows."
"Oh come on," he shook his head, "we're not going to be doing anything crazy; the three of us are just going to watch the Giants game and order a pizza."
"Oh please," the brown eyed girl sighed and rolled her eyes, "with Noah in charge, I highly doubt that's all you'll be doing…"
"But I'll be thinking about you the whole time," he mumbled, placing a quick kiss on her lips, "god," Sam sighed, holding her closer to him, "I can't believe that it's only been six months… it feels like we've been together so much longer than that…"
"I know," Rachel knew what he meant. Everything just felt so natural when she was with him, as if they had been doing this for years, now; like it was all meant to be. Every time he touched her felt perfect. When he kissed her she felt love. When he held her tightly and protectively she felt safe. When he carried her to bed it was strength, and when he pushed into her it was yearning. When he kissed her forehead it was comfort, when he sobbed into her neck it was sensitivity; when they walked hand in hand, it was partnership.
She knew that things were going to be hard later in life; they already had a daughter, and were planning to have more children in the future. They didn't have too much finical security, or any plans for the future… but Rachel didn't care. Life is a pain in the ass for everybody at one point or another, so why not spend it with the man that was her everything?
She could see how much happier Olivia was now that Sam was around all the time. The two your old brunette was definitely a daddy's girl, no doubt about that. She may be too young to know it now, but Olivia had her father wrapped tightly around her little finger; just like her mother, she had the power to make Sam melt.
"Are you nervous?" Sam asked.
"No," Rachel shook her head, "absolutely not."
"So… you're really ready to do this, aren't you?"
"Of course I am, Sammy," she smiled up at him, "I can't wait to marry you… I… I just want to stay with you forever…"
"That's why we're getting married, baby," he chuckled, placing a tender kiss on the side of her lips, "and then… after the wedding… and the party… you know what I'm going to do?"
"Hmm…" she pretended to think for a brief moment, "well, I'm pretty sure that Funny Girl is playing on channel seven tomorrow night, if that's what you're referring to."
"No…" he shook his head, "that's not even close… as soon as we get to our hotel room, I swear on my life, I'm going to kiss every inch of your beautiful, soft skin, and make love to my brand new wife."
"Congratulations, Samuel; you've just combined your perviness with your corniness, to create a whole new way to pester me."
"You know you want me…" he gave her a silly wiggle of his eyebrows, "wanna go make out?"
"You're never going to stop, are you?"
"What?" he shrugged, "I was a gentleman… I said make out, not have sex. I'm taking it slow."
"Oh," she shot him an amused look, "gee, thank you…but…" she placed her hand on his arm, "but I think I'd rather wait until tomorrow night… you know, to make it more special… and no," she shook her head, "your balls aren't going to explode, so don't even think of using that excuse, again."
"Fine," he sighed, disappointedly.
"Don't worry," she smiled, deciding to cut the blonde boy some slack; it was the eve of their wedding, after all, "tomorrow night, I'll be all yours… god… you're so handsome," she said truthfully, pressing her forehead against his, "I've got to admit, I'm extremely lucky…"
"Nah," he shook his head, "I'm the lucky one…"
"No seriously," I was McKinley's biggest loser back in high school, and you, the adorable quarterback… you saw something that nobody else did… truth be told, I don't know exactly what you see in me, but… whatever it is, I'm thankful for it, because it gave me you…"
"Well, crap!" Sam crossed his arms.
"What?" Rachel shook her head in confusion.
"That's it," he wrapped her arms around her petite body "you're staying with me, tonight; I'm not sleeping without you…"
"Sam, I want to sleep with you too, but… I really don't think that our friends are giving us much of a choice, tonight… besides… Santana and Kurt have been obsessing over tonight and tomorrow for the past three weeks… it's easier to let them have their way…, plus…" she giggled, "it's just one night… I think we can manage, considering that we've been apart for over two years."
"Yeah," he sighed, "you know what that means?"
"No; what?" Rachel asked.
"We've known each other for like… four years… I've been in love with you for four years…"
The blonde boy smiled when he thought about their relationship… some parts of it might have hurt like hell, but… it was all worth it, now. The two of them had been through the good, the bad, the sweet, the ugly… the embarrassing. Jesus Christ, the amount of times he had embarrassed himself in front of Rachel during high school… there were just too many to count… but then again… one of his most embarrassing moments turned out to be one of the most glorious moments of his entire high school career.
Sam and Rachel were making out on Sam's bed. His parents were both at work, and the elementary school didn't end until four, so Stacie and Stevie wouldn't be home for about an hour and a half. Which was a good thing, because Sam really didn't want to stop… and even when they did stop, at the rate that they were going, he was probably going to need to sneak into the bathroom for a few minutes to… never mind.
"Mmm," Rachel whimpered against his mouth as Sam's guitar calloused fingers slid up her thigh. The small girl was letting him go a lot further than they had used to, lately. He still wasn't allowed to touch her breasts… which, don't get him wrong, he totally respected; he would never, ever pressure his girlfriend into doing anything that she didn't want to do, but… damn, sometimes, he really did long for her to touch him… it didn't even need to be sex, it was just… sometimes he just wished that he could wank while looking at her… or better yet, have her do it for him, Damn, he thought, now that's a hot thought- wait no! No hot thoughts right now… you can barely control yourself as it is!
"Mmm, Sammm," Rachel hummed as their tongues continued to dance, her fingers gently tangled into his golden blonde hair. She had never told him this before, but Sam was guessing that she really loved his trouty mouth. This was sort of turning into a weekly routine. Mondays, Thursdays and Sundays were always at his place, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays at hers. Tuesday was their 'alone' day; there was such a thing as too much of a good thing.
"Um…" Rachel looked down when she felt a certain hardness against her crotch, a little nervous when, to her surprise, it felt insanely good. She ignored it though; this was their time, and she wasn't going to let a slight case of the nerves ruin it for the both of them.
"Urrghh…" Sam let out a soft, whiny moan when he felt his wildly throbbing cock press against his zipper, his heart racing as he continued to massage her tongue with his; he was dying to take little Sam out of his denim confinement. That was the thing with making out with Rachel Berry… it was wonderful, and wished they could do this all day long… but if they were to go like this all day long, his balls would probably be so heavy that they would drag on the floor when he walked; even now, they ached like crazy.
The green eyed boy really did try to ignore it, though; trying to focus on Rachel's mouth, god, her tongue tasted so good. He couldn't get enough. Oh shit, he squirmed, trying to readjust himself, so maybe he could somehow move his dick away from the hard metal of his zipper. Fuck, he needed to cum… he didn't want to end this so soon, but… shit, his dick was so hard that it hurt; he couldn't take it, anymore!
God, he thought, I… I just need to hump something. Without thinking straight, his mind clouded up with lust, want, and need, he ground his hips against hers, "oooh," he groaned at the pleasurable feeling. He could feel it. He could feel the heat pulsating from Rachel's crotch… she was horny, too, probably just as much as he was.
He bucked his hips against hers, again, "Uh!" he gasped, his eyes squeezing shut and his jaw dropping open as another bolt of pleasure raced through him. Sam buried his face into Rachel's neck, nipping and sucking at her pulse point.
I bet she feels so fucking good, Sam thought as he continued to grind against her, his toes curling and uncurling as the pleasure came and went. His erection grew even stiffer as he thought about what making love to Rachel Berry would be like, internally kicking himself when he accidently let the words 'nice and tight' escape his lips.
He didn't know how long he could actually go for; he was still a virgin, and whenever he masturbated, he would let himself go as soon as he felt even the slightest urge. But now, if he had to guess, he would probably say not very long. The green eyed boy felt his orgasm racing toward him, and fisted the blue Avatar comforter in his hands; shit, this was harder than he thought.
He knew he had to stop. He could barely hang on, and… well, he couldn't… release himself right in front of her… could he?
"S-S-Sammm…" Rachel moaned when she felt Sam's hips grind into hers. Was it supposed to feel this good? He… he had never done anything like this before. His body was trembling, and he was breathing heavily, now. His body would tense up every once in a while, and he would gasp, noises, wonderful noises of all sorts- moans, groans, even a few whimpers, escaping his lips. She felt a wave of pleasure hit her, and she arched her back, involuntarily, her hips grinding with his.
Gotta hold it, he kept repeating over and over in his head. Dead puppies… think about dead puppies… his lips were against hers, again and he couldn't help it… he couldn't help but think about how fucking incredible those lips would feel wrapped around his dick… "B-B-Baby…" it was coming… his climax was coming, and he didn't think that he would be able to stop it…
"Oh... oh!" Rachel was in heaven… nothing had ever felt so good… and now, as embarrassed as she would be to say it, she was picturing him naked, with his large, soft, pink lips gently suckling on one of her nipples… oh no, she thought, squirming as she felt her boyfriend continue to rub himself against her. At first she was just hot and bothered, but now… oh god, now she was soaking wet. "uh," she whimpered into his mouth, oh, how much longer was he planning on doing this? She could only contain herself for so long!
"Fuck!" he whispered, his teeth clenched as they continued to make out, his cock throbbing, her core on fire, neither knowing how good they were making the other feel. He felt a small part of the crotch of his pants dampen just a little bit. Oh crap! There was the precum… now he was really screwed, "ooouuuuhhhh!" he moaned, the friction feeling incredible. There was a small part of him, that was hidden deep inside, that really didn't give a crap, and wanted to just release himself right then and there. The blonde boy knew how good orgasms feel, even with just his hand; but to cum with (a very aroused) Rachel under him, while he rubbed his throbbing penis against her panty clad pussy? The sensation was equivalent to what he would do with his and amplified two hundred and fifty percent
"Um, uh, um, uh…" Rachel's breathing became noticeably heavier as she too struggled to contain her climax. She wasn't nearly as desperate to control it as Sam was his, but she was getting there. Christ, she really needed to release herself. That's it, she told herself, silently, as soon as Sam drives me home, I'm going to walk right upstairs, lock my door, and finish myself off… i-if I can wait that long…
What would Sam say when he saw the wet patch on the front of her skirt? And she was sure that part of his comforter was probably pretty damp, too?
Sam held his breath. He clenched his muscles, stood still for a moment, anything he could to stop himself from cumming… it was no use… he absolutely couldn't hold it anymore, "Oh, Rachel!" he moaned, "Ohhhhhh!" he pace became frantic, as the milky white liquid shot out of his dick. He thought he might have heard Rachel scream out a loud, "Fuck, Sammy!" but he was probably just imagining things. Oh crap, how could he have let this happen? Rachel's probably so pissed at him! That was probably why she was screaming! But the pleasure, holy fuck, the pleasure. He had never felt something so incredible, before. Something came over him, and he couldn't control the way his body spasmed on top of her, heat traveling throughout his muscular body, little tiny beads of sweat popping up all over his body.
When his orgasm ended, and his body relaxed, he looked down at Rachel, guiltily. "Rachel," he sat up, "Rachel, I'm so sorry," he looked down, to see the huge wet spot all over her, crotch, and her skirt, and the comforter, "god, I don't know what happened, I just… I don't know…"
"Samuel, it's okay," Rachel giggled.
"No, it's not. Look," he shook his head, "I got it all over you. Here," he lifted his shirt up and over his head, "let me help you clean up," he began to dab her legs with the soft white material.
"Sam, no, it's… it's not yours…" Rachel shook her head.
"What?" he shook his head, "what do you mean, 'it's not mine'. That doesn't-" his eyes widened in realization, "oh! You… you mean that you…"
"Yes…" the petite brunette nodded and sighed, "you… you made me… you made me c-cum…"
"Oh," he smiled. Sam couldn't believe it; he just made Rachel Berry cum, "wow… that's… a-are you okay?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "it… it was… nice…"
"Really?" his eyes grew as wide as beach balls.
"Yes."
"Oh, I…" he paused for a moment, unable to think of what to say next, "I'm… sorry?"
"No, don't be…" Rachel shook her head, "it… it was lovely, I… I'm just a little nervous about it, is all."
"What? Why were you nervous?"
"I don't know…" she shrugged, "I just… I've… I've never had a man… make me… you know… make me cum, before."
"Oh," the blonde boy couldn't stop the proud smile from spreading across his face, "did… did I make you feel… good?"
"Definitely," Rachel nodded and smiled, "but… I think we've made a pretty big mess," she gestured to the wet spot on his jeans, the front of her skirt, and all over the bedspread.
"Be honest," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist, "do you really care?"
"No," she shook her head, resting her head against his chest, listening to his slow, steady heartbeat. The small girl lifted her hand, gazing at the promise ring that he had given her just a week ago. "I want to marry you… someday." His voice echoed through her head. She wanted to marry him, too. Not right then, of course, but someday. She had never felt this way about anyone, before. She didn't know what it was, but… Sam was different. He didn't pressure her into anything, or make her feel guilty when she told him that she wanted to wait to have sex.
But now… she didn't think that she wanted to wait, anymore. When she thought of having sex with Finn or Jesse, she considered it more of a chore, than a pleasure. But with Sam… she thought of love, want, and need… and muscular arms... and wetness.
"Sam?" she looked up at him.
"Yeah, baby?"
"I love you."
Sam smiled down at her, "I love you too."
Rachel moved her head back down to his chest, her petite body cuddling into his side. She closed her eyes, after noticing that his were closed, and that her eyelids were suddenly extremely heavy. The couple drifted to sleep, completely content in each other's arms.
"Sam," Rachel pressed her hand against his cheek, bringing him back into reality, "are you okay?"
"What?" he shook his head, "oh… yeah. So… my mom's going to be there tomorrow. Do you think you're gonna be okay?"
"Yeah," the brown eyed girl nodded and sighed, "I honestly don't care who's going to be there… just as long as you're with me, I'll be fine."
"Well, in that case, I'll check my schedule."
"Oh, thank you so very much… I hope you can make it."
"I'll try my best," he chuckled, "but seriously, Rach… the next time we see each other… it'll be at the altar."
"I know," she nodded, taking her hand in his.
"Are you ready?" he gently kissed her knuckles.
"Yes," she squeezed his hand, "I'm ready."
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"Pizza's here!" Santana called as she walked back into the living room in the apartment that she and Brittany shared.
"Yes!" Brittany cheered, "it's about time!"
"Girls," Kurt shook his head, disapprovingly, "I hope this isn't all you have been eating since I've been gone; do you have any idea what this does to your figure? Especially you, missy," he looked at Rachel, who was taking a bite of a veggie supreme slice of pizza, "not only will it go to your hips faster because you're shorter, but you have a wedding to consummate, tomorrow."
"Ew," Brittany's face scrunched up in disgust, "I got consummated in a coffee store, once. It hurt a lot."
"That's constipated, hun," Santana corrected her fiancé, before turning her attention back to Kurt, "leave her alone, Kurt; she's probably a nervous wreck as it is."
"Actually," the petite brunette shook her head, "I'm not really that nervous, at all… I'm just… excited, really."
"Oh," Santana smiled, "that's good. What about Sam?"
"He's excited, too… though I'm afraid that he might be a little more excited about the honeymoon than the actual wedding."
"Well, who wouldn't be?" Santana through her arms up in the air, "that's the best freaking part!"
"Santana's right," Kurt nodded in agreement, "I mean, you get to spend an entire week in Hawaii with your man; who's body, by the way, is exquisite, from what I remember from high school... I have to say, I'm a little jealous."
"Same here," Santana nodded.
"I'm not jealous of her..." Brittany shook her head, "I feel sorry for her…"
"Why, Britt? I'm really happy with Sam."
"Yeah, I know, Sam's great… he's abulous… but now you're gonna have to learn how to spell a whole new last name… it took me ten years to learn my last name; that's why when San and I get married, I'm keeping my last name."
"I appreciate your concern, Britt, but I think I'll manage," Rachel patted her ditsy friend on the shoulder, giving her a small smile.
"Hey, wait a minute… I thought we were talking about sex, here! Not last names!" Santana exclaimed, "So… how's Sammy boy in bed?"
"I don't like to talk about my sex life…" Rachel shook her head.
"Oh," Kurt sighed, "that bad, huh?"
"What? No!" the small girl retorted, "Samuel is incredible in bed, for your information… he even makes Na'vi sound sexy."
"Na'vi?" Brittany shook her head in confusion, "you mean that Avatar language?"
"Oh my god!" Santana burst into a fit of laughter, "Oh my fucking god! He talks in Na'vi during your sexy times? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Huh," Kurt shrugged, "kinky. It kind of makes me wonder what other kind of freaky stuff you do between the sheets."
"What's the big deal?" Rachel shrugged, "I bet that you and Blaine talk dirty to each other during sex… Sam… Sam just does it in Na'vi…"
"Wow…" the Latina shook her head, "that's… that's just weird… which means that he's definitely packing heat below the belt, if he's as good as you say he is."
"Alright, can we please stop talking about this? How about we talk about the actual wedding?"
"No… how about we talk about... Finn?" Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"Finn?" Rachel shook her head, "why would we talk about Finn? I haven't seen him in years."
"Well…" the brown haired boy shrugged, "you know, I told my dad and Carol about the wedding…"
"Yes, I know…" Rachel nodded, "they're coming tomorrow… remember?"
"Well, don't you think that they could have told Finn? Actually… now that I think about it… they're smart enough not to bring it up around him…"
"Plus," Santana added, "he's too dense to figure it out."
"It doesn't matter," Rachel shook her head, "I mean what could he possibly do to stop me from marrying Sam?"
"That's true," Kurt agreed, "you really love him, don't you?"
"Sam? Yeah," Rachel smiled and nodded.
"I can tell; you're completely smitten with him…"
"Yeah," Santana agreed, "plus, he's the only one of your boyfriends that I don't hate… excluding Puckerman."
"Wait… I get why you don't like Finn, but… what about Jesse?"
"Seriously? He pissed off everyone… "
"Yeah," Rachel nodded, "I guess you're right."
"I guess you got pretty lucky, in the end, right?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah... I did get lucky ," Rachel nodded.
So, I deeply apologize if the ending was too lame. But I seriously can't wait for you guys to read the next chapter; it's the longest chapter of fan fiction that I've ever written. I, as always, just hope that I'm doing these two justice. In my mind, Samchel is the most perfect couple (that should be) on television, so I really hope that it didn't suck.
I'm almost finished with chapter fifteen. I just have to finish up the last scene, and do some proofreading; I just started winter break, so I'm off, so it shouldn't take long. I'll probably finish by today. I'll post it as soon as I get fifteen reviews so please, please, please review!