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Yours in Finchel, Henrietta Line.

A few days later...

"Hi, babe." Finn leaned against the lockers to smile down at Rachel, who was exchanging books at hers. "Your Thursday voice lesson doesn't start again until next week, right?"

"That's right," Rachel replied, giving him a bright smile. "I'm impressed you keep track of these things, Finn."

"Hey, I care about what you're doing," Finn protested. "And I remember them. I'm just not always that good at pulling them out of my brain when something comes up." He leaned his head down and lowered his voice. "Anyway, Kurt just told me he and Blaine are doing some important shopping after school, so I have the house to myself."

"Hmm. He hasn't mentioned that to me, what's he going for?"

"I -" Finn searched his brain and found nothing, even though he was sure Kurt had said. "No idea," he offered lamely. "Going, um somewhere, to get something. Once I heard he wouldn't be back until after five I didn't pay attention."

"After five? Must be quite the trip." Rachel was still moving things around in her locker, but he could hear the smile in her voice.

"Guess so."

"So since you have the house to yourself, and we finish early today, what were you planning to do?" She looked up at him coyly, but not in a way that seemed intended to fool him at all.

Finn shrugged, faking nonchalance himself. "I thought I'd start with a little drum practice," he said. "You're welcome to come watch."

Rachel beamed up at him, a very genuine smile, their eyes meeting. "I'd like that very much."

Finn closed the last few inches to kiss her. "So would I."

Finn was a bit distracted for the rest of the school day, thinking about their plans for after school. He wanted to make this really fantastic for Rachel, everything she'd been wanting when she'd watched him play at the party. Especially after what she'd done the next day before he'd taken her home; they'd been parked behind the strip mall making out heatedly, and she'd opened his belt and fly to set him loose, rubbed him fully erect with her hands and then gone down on him. He'd managed just the right amount of protesting (enough so he felt she really wanted to do it, not so much that she would have thought he didn't want it and stopped), and the feel of her hot mouth on his dick was beyond heavenly. And as she'd smirked about it afterwards, there was no mess to clean up because all of his cum had gone straight down her throat (though she didn't describe it with that kind of detail). Rachel's comments about the practicality of some of the hottest things they did were strangely extra sexy, maybe because they were so typically Rachel in every way but the topic.

Oh God, he was getting hard remembering it. And he was making his own private resolution to ensure that he kept himself really clean down there, because much as she was by some miracle into sucking him off, he knew that'd change if she thought there was a chance she'd pick something up that could affect her voice. He wouldn't want that either, if she got an infection he'd feel guilty for every second it lasted or had consequences. Much better to play with clean equipment.

Thinking about Rachel also meant thinking about what Rachel was wearing, not in a fashion kind of way but in a looks-cute-and-how-accessible-is-it kind of way. Today that was a dark loose sleeveless dress with a belt, and it should be really easy to get off. She'd worn something similar yesterday, Finn remembered, and realized this was probably deliberate. And knee socks, not the tights she'd worn at the beginning of the week, like she was signalling to him that she was ready again. She probably was. He gave a private smirk at this as he sat in the back of Spanish class, enjoying the thought that when she'd decided what to wear today she'd been hoping he'd be taking it off her later. Maybe something interesting under there too. Aside from her. Wonder if she's getting hot thinking about what she's wearing and why like I am.

After his last class he quickly grabbed his books and almost ran to her locker, leaning back against the one next to hers (the locker of some guy that was apparently too intimidated by Finn to do anything other than wait out of sight, Finn figured, since he rarely saw the guy). He grinned down at her. "Need a ride, babe?"

"I was hoping you could give me one," Rachel replied, giving him her best dazzling smile. "At least one," she continued more quietly, flicking her eyes down and then up again quickly.

Yeah, that too, Finn thought, his grin getting wider. And yes, she's been thinking about it. Hell, he'd been thinking about it ever since he'd left her place the morning after Christmas with his privates still intact. "Whatever you need, Rach, I'm all yours," he answered, trying a little this-means-more-than-people-think out himself, and was rewarded by another smile as she closed her locker and took his hand.

On the drive back to Finn's they talked about their day, mostly Rachel chattering about hers. Every so often they would look at each other in a sidelong smile, their eyes having an entirely different conversation.

Once at the Hudson-Hummel place, Finn quickly confirmed that the house was indeed empty, and then escorted Rachel directly up to his room, coat, shoes, bookbag, and all. He put her things by his desk and kissed her neck as he took her coat in a deliberate echo of Christmas. He moved the chairs, jamming one under the doorknob to prevent intrusion and centering the other in front of the drums. "Your viewing chair," he said, patting the seat. Rachel sat down in it with a touch of deliberate ceremony; he gave her a soft kiss and started to move towards his drums.

"Ah, Finn?" Rachel called him back, and he turned back to face her. "You're overdressed," she stated. Finn raised his eyebrow inquisitively. "Your hoodie and jeans, you're going to be far too hot when you play, and not in the right way. I don't want you passing out on me."

"Yeah, okay, I don't usually play in this," he admitted, peeling off his hoodie.

"Keep going," Rachel said with a smile.

"Excuse me? Do you want me to play drums for you or strip?"

Rachel looked like she was considering it. "Both?" she said with a cute little pout. "Seriously, Finn, I've seen concert footage of some of these bands whose songs you play, and the drummer often wears much less than the guitarists do. Some of the guitarists are in long sleeves, I suppose they're not moving around as much so they have to stay warm even under the lights. But I've seen how much you move, drumming, and it just stands to reason you'd need to wear a lot less so you don't overheat."

"Stands to reason, huh?" Finn smiled at Rachel's supposedly logical approach.

"Yes. Why, there's one British band where the drummer hardly wears anything at all sometimes, just a pair of shorts. I wouldn't want you to do that in public, but here where we're alone..." she let herself trail off, smiling flirtatiously.

Finn stared at her. He had no idea why she'd been watching Def Leppard, but this sounded like it, and it had certainly been giving her ideas. Hopefully she would never dig up footage of the song he was about to play, because sometimes the whole band was half-naked and it might turn her off. On the other hand, Celine Dion had once sung it so... well that was his defense if she had any issue later with the lyrics or the band. He walked slowly towards her. "You just want to get my clothes off," he growled softly, starting to grin at her attempted practical justification.

"Not true. Not 'just'. But I thought we were going to do that anyway." She looked innocent, but it wasn't fooling him and he was quite sure it wasn't supposed to.

He closed the last of the distance to her, and he lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "I'm not taking any more of my clothes off," he purred. "But you can." He raised his head again so he could meet her eyes. "Since you're so good at stealing my shirts anyway." A moment later he saw the understanding come into her eyes, that he'd meant she could take his clothes off, not her own (he'd rather strip her later himself, and he knew it turned her on too).

Rachel smiled in what he could only consider to be a predatory way, bringing her hands up and rubbing them slowly down his chest, over his tee down until she reached his belt buckle. He closed his eyes, feeling her hands deliberately working over him, opening his belt and fly, letting his jeans fall. His breath shortened, and he concentrated hard on the mailman, cooling himself down so he'd actually be able to keep going with the plan instead of taking a shortcut right to the bed. He heard her giggle as he stepped out of his jeans.

"Plaid, Finn?" she laughed, sliding her hands back up, under his shirt this time.

"Pretty sure they were meant as a joke, but they fit fine," he said, referring to the boxers he was wearing. His breath caught as he felt her peel his shirt up, and he raised his arms out of the way. "At least until you started doing that," he groaned out, loving the feel of her hands on his bare skin. Save it, Hudson, it's worth it, he thought, concentrating on keeping control. He finished removing his shirt, since there was no way she'd be able to get it over his upraised arms, and he threw it vaguely towards the closet. Finally he opened his eyes, seeing her smile up at him, feeling her hands on his chest again. He leaned down to kiss her lips lightly, his mouth open just enough to taste her without pressing any further.

Finn forced himself to step away from Rachel and walk over to his drums. He settled himself down on the stool, seeing Rachel take her place on the chair out of the corner of his eye, unclasping the belt of her dress as she made herself comfortable. "A little warmup first," he commented, taking his sticks and starting to play a few patterns. His nervousness at what he'd been planning and at his state of undress disappeared as he got into the familiar movements, feeling and hearing the drums react, and he started picking up the pace, working in more patterns, playing fills, feeling himself flow into his drumming. He kept his head down and his focus on the drums, though, not wanting to distract himself with Rachel and her reactions at this stage. Just like at the party, he reminded himself. Get into it then look at her. Of course at the party he hadn't realized what effect he was having on her, so it was easier, but at least this drum part wasn't anywhere near as complicated as some of those had been. And he'd probably only sing along a little.

His warmup done, Finn took a deep breath. He flicked his eyes briefly over to Rachel, sitting expectantly on her chair, telling her: "I love you." Then he pressed 'play' on the iPod he'd set up by his stool, with the drum-less track cued up. He got his arms into position, his eyes closed, letting the opening guitar riff wash over him, the underlying rhythm sinking in.

The repeat died away and Finn hit the drums with all he had, the second guitar riff starting at his second beat. He felt so energized playing this piece, the sticks an extension of him, the drums responsive and hard, surrounding himself with the music and the beats he made for it.

Soon the guitar faded a bit and the vocals came in. Finn kept the rhythm steady and mouthed along to a few, specific ones that made him think of Rachel and of their Christmas night. (*)

She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Tellin' me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
Takin' more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
'Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quakin'
My mind was achin'
And we were makin' it and you -

Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long

At the chorus Finn finally raised his head to look fully at Rachel. Her eyes met his with a look so intense he almost forgot to breathe, the only thing saving his drumming being his five plus years of practice on the song. His limbs moved automatically to keep the drums synchronized as the music sang through him, feeling so alive, his energy reaching out and finding her on the other side. His gaze took in her dilated eyes, her yearning expression, her taut nipples visible even through her dress, her barely coiled demeanor, as if she was moments away from launching herself towards him. Her shoulders moved to the music, feeling the beats he was playing, in sync with him despite being across the room. They'd always communicated best by singing together, their voices intertwining; while this wasn't the same, it was electric and primal in a different way, deeper even, still both carried by the same music.

Workin' double time
On the seduction line

She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine

Finn stared even more intensely at Rachel for that line, growling those words out along with the music.

Wanted no applause
Just another course
Made a meal out of me, and come back for more

At this point he couldn't help but smirk a little, starting to grin as his memories of Christmas night merged further into the song. He kept singing, a bit more lightly, as he played.

Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
'Cause the walls were shaking
The earth was quakin'
My mind was achin'
And we were makin' it and you -

Rachel smirked internally at the lyrics, knowing exactly why Finn had said this song was private, for them. Naturally she wouldn't have wanted to be treated just as a sex object, but that was never the issue, her voice and mind weren't in question so also being a sex object for the man she loved was a fabulous extra. Besides, the woman being sung to was a powerful sex object, the singer clearly helpless to resist her. And as Finn played, putting himself into the rhythm and mouthing along with the words, she felt the charisma radiating off him, but all focused and directed straight at her. Of course he was her boyfriend and she knew he loved and wanted her. But feeling that, having all that life and energy and want directed at her, from the one she'd always wanted herself – that did something to her, made her burn deep inside for him. Like he was calling out with all his considerable power, 'I need you and everything you do to me', and every fiber of her being replied 'I'm all yours'.

Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
Knocked me out and then you
Shook me all night long
Then you were shakin' and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Well, you took me

The guitar solo came in, and Finn exhaled hard and kept drumming, adding the variations and crashes that belonged.

You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
Oh you shook me all night long
Yeah yeah you
Shook me all night long
Ya really took me and you
Shook me all night long

By the end of it Rachel was breathing heavily, with the fire in her eyes answering his as they stared at each other.

Yeah you shook me, yeah you shook me
All night long

He finished the last drum strike and stopped, his lungs heaving, panting more from the want of her than the drumming. He stored his sticks by reflex, and they stared at each other in silence for a moment.

Who moved first – they didn't know and it didn't matter. Rachel rose and stepped forward, Finn slid out from behind his drums, and they crashed together, Rachel leaping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. Finn staggered a little, but soon was supporting her weight as she kissed him passionately, their tongues tangling. After a few moments he carried her the few steps over to the end of his bed and lowered her back to her feet as they continued to kiss and touch each other. He loved the feel of her hands moving hard over his bare back and shoulders, glad that he'd given in to her demand that he go shirtless.

Finn broke off, gasping for breath, looking into her eyes. He stroked firmly down from her shoulders, feeling her strong supple body, his jaw clenching to provide some self-control for the deep desire he had for her. Then he moved his arms up, lifting her shift dress. Without the belt it slid up and off her easily. As he let it fall and looked at her his jaw fell open, and he felt himself get even harder at the sight of her. He paused and stepped back, he didn't know quite how, just to rake his eyes over her and use his last remaining working brain cells to commit the sight to memory in the few seconds that he could make himself wait.

His Rachel. Luxurious dark hair tousled from his pulling off her dress, eyes wide and dilated with her need for him, her luscious lips swollen from his kisses and parted invitingly. Nipples dark and taut, showing through a sheer white bra, her breasts heaving with her breath. Matching bikini panties darkening with her wetness. And yes, those knee socks that he'd always found to be a turn-on. Those were going to stay on her.

He moved to her; he had to have her, now, and he knew she had to have him too. She lay back on his bed as he crawled on top of her. He was already so hard, feeling very constricted by his boxers, so he stripped them off and rolled a condom on. He could see her chest heave as she panted with want for him, and he concentrated on cooling himself down so he wouldn't explode right then and there.

And before he did anything else – Finn slid down Rachel's body to her thighs, parted them a little more as he positioned himself, and started kissing upwards. God, how he wanted to taste her again, especially knowing how wet she was. His fingers deftly shifted her panties out of the way, and he gave her a quick strong lick, from her juicy folds to her clit, hearing her mewling cry, feeling her writhe. She was really close already, worked up to a frenzy from watching him play and anticipating what was to come. Finn grinned, glancing up at the dazed expression on her face, moving aside for a moment as he dragged her panties down and off.

Then his mouth was back on her, his hands cupping her ass and lifting her up to him as her legs, knee socks and all, clenched around his shoulders. Her hand tightened in his hair as she loudly moaned his name, spurring him on more than any cheering crowd ever could. He shifted, supporting her with one forearm, his other hand stretched out to stroke her body and fondle her breasts. He flicked a nipple while probing her clit with his tongue and was rewarded with a sudden gasp, her thighs clenching as shocks ran through her. Her continued soft moans egged him on, her musical voice making small cries of pure pleasure.

Finn was rock-hard, needing her, but she still hadn't come yet. He gave her breast a last stroke and slid his hand back down her body to rub her, finally dipping his fingers inside her. The drum rhythm still lingered in his hands, and he flicked his fingers against her walls as he gave her cleft his best tongue kiss, using his lips on her outer folds and his tongue tip on her throbbing nerves.

"Finn, Finn..." Rachel's moans were peaking, and with one last flick of his tongue she shuddered, a high pure sound coming from her throat as she spasmed violently and her juices gushed. Finn took a split second to exult in triumph before licking her again, enjoying more of her taste as he felt her shake around his shoulders. Then he crawled back up, rubbing his body against hers, stopping at her breasts to slip off her bra and suck on her nipples, enjoying the wonder of all that was Rachel. Mine all mine. This paradise of her body and heart and soul, only ever his.

"Finn..." Rachel gasped, tumbled from her high but being pushed up again by his continued attentions.

"What do you want, baby?" Finn whispered urgently. "Tell me, I'm all yours." Though how he'd stopped from blowing already, he didn't know, he'd been so focused on her.

"F-fill me..." she breathed. "I need you Finn." Her hands clutched at him, one in his hair and one at his shoulders, desperately trying to pull him up with her near-nerveless arms.

He looked at her face, so filled with pleasure and desire, and he made a sudden lunge up, moving into place above her and then thrusting into her still-quivering depths. Oh God, Rach, he thought as he felt her clench around him. He groaned and started to pump his hips, feeling the fire take over him, that burning need.

"More," Rachel panted. "I want all of you."

Finn lowered his head and pushed deeper, harder, but it wasn't quite working. He withdrew quickly and her legs came up, back onto his shoulders, and he braced himself on his forearms and thrust in again. Oh, Rach, so perfect, baby... He heard Rachel gasp as he buried himself completely in her, deeper than ever before, and as his head turned towards her he found her mouth hungrily attacking his, her arms pulling him close as they rocked together. Silky legs, soft sweet breasts, those luscious lips, and her tight hot depths enveloping him... Finn moaned as he pumped into her, deeper, harder, egged on by her moans mixing with his, loud but barely heard through the pounding of his blood.

He was close. So was she. Her hips shifted, grinding her groin into him as he thrust, both of them working up friction, until finally Rachel screamed his name again and clenched at his neck. Her walls shook around him and he finally blew, giving a last few pumps as his whole body seemed to explode. Finally he collapsed on top of her, both of them shaking.

Finn rolled aside, letting Rachel's legs fall back down, and he lay there, shuddering from the force of his orgasm. In a few moments he scrabbled an arm enough to pull her over into him, and they held each other loosely, both still quivering.

"Love you," he breathed.

"I love you too," she answered, still moaning a little. "That – I – oh."

The corner of Finn's mouth curved up at her incoherence. It never failed to impact him, how the most focused person he'd ever met could be sent into a nerveless fog by what he did to her, by how their selves came together. And riding into it with her was better than anything he'd ever thought possible. He slowly stroked her bare shoulder, his eyes still closed, enjoying the ride back down as euphoria flowed through his body. They'd been really high, he'd held out a long time.

After a while he opened his eyes a crack to look at Rachel, feeling proud at the look of relaxed pleasure on her face, almost as if she'd taken some sort of special drug. But the drug was him, he'd made her so worked up and then gotten her off, twice, all while finding his own pleasure in her. "Wow, that really did get you going," he commented, a grin plastered on his face.

"Mmm... you're so good, Finn. Skilled." Rachel sighed.

Finn shrugged. "Been practicing that for years," he said idly.

"What?" Rachel's eyes flew open and she blinked slowly, initial shock turning to amusement. "Not the drums, love," she giggled lightly, then sighed again. "Though yes that was great, it definitely primed everything, but – oh, the things you do to me, mmmm... you make me feel so incredible."

Finn grinned sheepishly. "Now that I make up as I go along." He thought a little. "Mostly, anyway. I do fantasize about you a lot, so I probably sort of practice in my head. Not that, though, um, what we were just doing." But I will now. "That was just..."

"Us."

"Yeah."

Rachel buried her head in his shoulder. "We're really amazing."

"You sound surprised," Finn teased.

"I'm not, it's just..." she caught his tone after a moment and pouted briefly. "I'm in awe, I think. Of how I feel when I'm with you. Of how you make me feel, and how you can get me to put aside all the high-strung, controlling parts of me, let myself go and just feel all that."

Finn gently caressed her side. "I love how I can make you lose control."

She turned her face in to kiss his neck. "I love that you make me want to lose control. And not just because it feels so good physically, but because I'm with you."

Finn stroked the side of her breast. "Same here," he said softly.

"And I think we sounded really good too... not that I could really think about it but it felt so, oh, like we were in perfect harmony. I think I might have noticed if we weren't."

"Now that we have practiced," Finn grinned. "That's how we got started. And yeah, how we sound, it's part of it, like a... total sensory experience of you and me. Together."

"Yes." Rachel stretched her legs out, then brought one of her knees up and reached for her knee sock, only to find Finn's hand on hers, stilling it.

"Leave them on," Finn said. "Please?"

Rachel eyed him speculatively. "You like them, huh?" she asked, smiling flirtatiously.

"Hey, I always have." Finn coaxed her back to snuggle into his side. "First I thought they were cute, then I got to know you and they were adorable, once we kissed I started finding them sexy, along with the rest of you, and now..."

"Now?"

"Now I'm going to remember what it feels like to have them wrapped around me."

Rachel giggled. "How are you ever going to get through a school day, Finn?" she asked, shaking her head in mirth.

Finn laughed. "I don't know," he admitted. "I don't know how I manage it now. I don't always." He moved his head closer to hers. "When you wear a tight skirt I think about your ass, which is really hot by the way, when you wear looser ones like your dresses I sometimes think about lifting them up and you sitting on my lap..."

"Well that is one of their advantages," Rachel offered. He stared at her. "Don't be so surprised, I think about it too," she said. "Like those times in your truck." She gave him a light kiss. "So now I think I'll feel extra sexy when I wear these socks."

"Please do. Yeah it's a distraction, but it's totally worth it. And there really isn't anything you can wear that's not going to have me think about you like this, it's just how you are." He stroked her breast lightly.

"Mmmm..." Rachel snuggled closer to Finn.

"You could ease up a bit on the diet comments though, please, at least around others. One of these days someone's going to realize I always react to it and figure out what you're talking about." He raised his eyebrow to her. "And I can't not react, it makes me hard in, like, half a second."

Rachel giggled. "Okay. At least around our friends." She stroked his chest. "You do know I react the same way, right?" she said. "To things about you, I mean. Like your hands." She picked up his hand, the one that wasn't draped around her, and slowly interlaced their fingers. "I see you working with your hands, playing the drums or sometimes even at the shop, and I think about your fingers, how deft and strong they are..." she bent her head to kiss his fingertips. "... how wonderful your hands make me feel..." She leaned up to kiss his mouth, her lips lightly teasing his. "Even just how they feel on my waist or holding mine," she breathed. "Every touch from you is special."

He tightened his arm around her, rolling her further onto him and splaying his hand on her back. "Well we'd better stick with the drums, because if we try anything in the shop Burt will kill me."

"Noted. And I don't have any greasemonkey fantasies, just you fantasies, and the real you is always much better." She stroked his chest, rubbing her hand all the way down to just below his navel, Finn's indrawn breath growling at the sensation.

"God, Rach, I love your hands too, how they feel on me," he groaned.

"My strong hands," she teased.

"Yes," he breathed. "So small but so strong and beautiful, like you." Rachel sighed and laughed a little. "what's funny?"

"Did you know what the Cheerios used to call me? Back in freshman and sophomore years?"

"No, I don't," Finn said, catching her hand in his, stroking it with his thumb. "It's really cowardly, I know, but guys usually stay out of girl politics. Except the worst of the bullies who go after everyone."

"Well aside from 'dwarf', which is still in use by Santana, they used to call me 'Manhands'," Rachel said. "That and 'RuPaul', implying I was a transvestite. Because my hands are strong." She swallowed, the long-standing hurt still evident. "And my face, I suppose. Strong features. Quinn and Santana were the worst, back then, before they knew me, and even a while after."

Finn smiled. "Joke's on them," he said softly, sinking into her eyes. "Because I love your hands. And your face – you're so beautiful, and you get more beautiful every day." He flushed, breathing deeply. "Maybe it was hard for the girl you were to pull that off, way back, but the woman you're becoming... God, Rach, you're so gorgeous."

"Like the ugly duckling becoming a swan?" Rachel sighed and laid her cheek on Finn's bare chest.

"I never understood that story when I was a kid," Finn responded, thinking, stroking her hair. "We went on a trip to the Cleveland zoo, and I always thought the baby swans were much cuter than the baby ducks. I guess you could think they were ugly if you expected them to be a duck. But they're not, they're something else, something better. Like you." He curled his head up to kiss the top of her head. "So much better than anything you'd expect. And," he continued, stroking up her back, "they grow up into something that has a beautiful white neck..." He suddenly rolled them over so he could look down at her, and leaned down to kiss his favorite spot on her neck, the one that always made her moan as she did now.

"Finn..."

"So beautiful, so loving and passionate..." Finn murmured, pulling up to look at her, his knee sliding between hers. "I love you so much, Rachel. You'd make my heart break if I couldn't have you."

Rachel gripped his shoulders as she looked up at him, taking all that in for a few moments. "We can't let that happen," she said quietly, emotion filling her voice. "What would I do without you?"

Finn grinned briefly. "A lot, babe," he responded. "You're a star, no matter what. But..." he paused. "I'd like to think I give you something you couldn't get anywhere else."

"You do. Your love, of course, but it's more than love, it's everything. Describing everything you give to me would just sell it short, it's so special there aren't any words for it, at least not ones that aren't your name."

"Not even long words?"

"No words at all. Nobody's coined the right ones yet because they've never had this, or if they have they've never dared to describe it either. But we don't have to know what to call it to know that it's real." She leaned her head up to his for a slow passionate kiss, fondling his neck and shoulders with her hands, and their ardor built.

Finn hummed in the back of his throat, grinding into her, hardening again. He reached to his nightstand for another condom.

"Uh-uh. Wait." Rachel started to slide out from under him, plucking the condom from his hand. "I believe we said something about me having my way with you."

Finn smirked lustily and let her turn him over onto his back. "Well I did offer you a ride."

Rachel rubbed down his broad chest again, starting below his throat and moving slowly, then reaching lower to his hips, tracing his enticing V with her fingers, and finally sliding one hand into the hair at his crotch while gripping his length with the other. Her eyes possessively locked on his face. She tightened her grip and saw his need build in his eyes as his hips bucked and a groan escaped his lips. "You're so much man, Finn," she breathed. "And mine all mine." Because yes, Finn was sweet, goofy, adorable and loving... and also strong, virile, and completely hot. Especially right now, naked and surrendering himself to her touch when she knew he could take her in an instant. Which was also hot. He was the only one she'd ever wanted, and nobody else could ever make her feel the way he did, so loved, so full of desire, and above all so complete.

He looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded, his breathing already hard. "Yes," he gasped. "Yours."

She smiled, saying "I love you," then bent her head down. Her lips circled the tip of his cock, sucking a little, her tongue rubbing over his head and tasting his saltiness until he was rock-hard. But she needed to feel him inside her again, so she pulled back and rolled the condom onto him. It still seems impossible that he fits in me, she thought with a delicious shiver. But oh how he does. Finn's eyes were still open in slits, his mouth forming a loose 'O' as he felt what she was doing to him. "Close your eyes," she murmured, which naturally caused him to open them more fully to look at her. She looked seriously at him. "Trust me," she said, then repeated, "close your eyes."

Once Finn's eyes were closed she climbed on top of him, straddling his lower chest, feeling his smooth muscles against her thighs. She leaned forward, her weight on her forearms on either side of his head, not that much differently from how he'd been with her. "I love you," she whispered in his ear, enjoying his scent and how his hair curved around behind his ear, then lightly rubbed her lips over his. She felt his breath catch. She leaned further forward, stretching higher over Finn, until she rubbed her nipple over his lips. He moaned and pursed his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth, rubbing it with the tip of his tongue. Shocks coursed through her from the nipple down to her loins, warming her core, setting her juices flowing. She moaned, and when he paused in reaction she pulled sideways, replacing one nipple with the other. He redoubled his efforts and she started to writhe. "Oh Finn." She moaned again. "Your hands," she murmured, reaching down to move one of his arms, guiding it in the direction she wanted. She smiled in appreciation as she felt his hands fondling her ass, his fingers sliding between her buttocks to finger her. He turned his head and let her nipple slide out of his mouth.

"Is this what you think about, when you look at my hands," Finn whispered, continuing to slide his fingers around her wet folds.

"Yes..." Rachel gasped out. "Finn."

"Good to know..."

Rachel slid back down so she could kiss him, involuntarily impaling herself on Finn's fingers as she did so and giving a sudden moan, which only got louder as he scissored his fingers inside her. "Oh God, Finn, Finn..." His thumb rubbed her clit. She rocked with the sensation, finally managing to also slip her tongue out to tease at his mouth between moans. Then she put her hand onto his wrist, first guiding his hand out of her and then reaching further to touch his erect cock. Finn clearly got the idea and let her move lower on him, keeping himself steady as she slid onto him with a deep moan.

Finn groaned, thrusting further in. "Oh baby, you feel so good, so warm and tight... Rachel, baby..."

Rachel pressed her body down onto his, her legs still straddling him, enjoying the feeling of all her skin against his with nothing separating them. She bent her body back in a sort of cobra pose, pressing hard down onto his groin, his penis sliding deeper into her. "Open your eyes now," she whispered, and he half-opened them to look at her gorgeous torso arching up from his. She could feel him harden still further inside her and twitch. His hands gripped her buttocks, and they looked at each other, breathing, rocking a bit as Rachel clenched her internal muscles. Finn's breath came in gasps. Then she leaned back down, burying her head into his shoulder, and started grinding her hips, enjoying the soaring feeling of all that friction, pushing down onto Finn as he thrust up into her. She writhed on top of him, taut nipples rubbing haphazardly on his chest, hips swiveling a little.

His hands gripped her lower back tightly, pulling her down onto him as he continued to pump upwards into her.

She felt Finn start to shake, then damp it down. He was very close – and she gasped as his fingers found her clit and pressed, Finn holding himself in as he pushed her to come. She moaned wildly, losing herself in this amazing man who loved her so and made her feel so incredibly good, his fingers teasing her, his lips hot on her neck, his aroused musk in every indrawn breath, his hard member filling her again and again...

"Finn!" She arched back and screamed his name as ecstasy slammed into her, his cry coming too before hers had a chance to fade. She collapsed onto his shuddering chest, the movement beneath her adding to her own exquisite tumult.

They lay together like that for a while in post-orgasmic bliss.

"Oh yeah, I really like your way," Finn murmured.

Rachel sighed wordlessly, still euphoric, not even considering trying to talk this time. She carefully slid off of Finn's now spent penis, letting him clean himself off a little, then snuggled into his side. She gave his bare chest a light kiss and pillowed her cheek on it. They cuddled together, bodies sated, hearts in sync, and dozed off.

They were awakened by a knock at the door. "Finn?" Kurt called out. "Are you in?"

"Hey Kurt," Finn said with a yawn, stroking Rachel's hair and still-naked back.

The doorknob rattled, but the door didn't open due to the chair Finn had shoved under the knob. "Your door is jammed," Kurt complained.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Finn responded. "I didn't say come in."

"What are you doing?" Kurt sounded puzzled.

"Not much right now." Finn's arm around Rachel tightened, and she smiled and lightly kissed his neck.

"So why the door?"

"I don't want your next words to be 'oh my eyes, my eyes'."

"Oh." Pause. "Sorry, I was preoccupied. Ah, Rachel?"

"Yes Kurt?" Rachel answered, giggling a little.

"Are you staying for dinner? I'm cooking."

Finn and Rachel exchanged smiles. "Sure," Rachel called out. "Thank you, Kurt."

"Dad and Carole should both be home soon, so dinner at six. I'll give you a ten minute warning so you can get dressed."

"Thanks, bro."

"Um, Finn?"

"Yeah?"

"Didn't Santana give you a sign? You could use it."

Finn chuckled. "Maybe next time." He checked the clock, glad to see that they still had some time to enjoy being together. He kissed Rachel's forehead as she snuggled into his shoulder again, both relaxing into each other, both completely happy.

END

* "You Shook Me All Night Long", as performed by AC/DC, written by Angus Young, Malcolm Young, and Brian Johnson.