A/N: this one is kinda raunchy, no idea where it came from, lol! Pic here: bit dot ly/Nih3TW
Disclaimer: Glee nor the pics used are mine.
the game of shadows
See, the thing with his wife, everyone always thought she was an innocent angel. She acted the part quite well.
Little did they know.
He doesn't even think Artie knows, and they've been best friends since they were three, he's known her the longest.
So when Rachel walks into their apartment after spending the entire day doing God knows what, giving him a small smile and a wink, he was pretty sure he wasn't going to survive the rest of the night. She greets their friends, bringing in an ice cold bottle of ginger ale for him, a Red Stripe for Artie and Mike's Hard Lemonade for Mike, Sam, Santana and Puck. She returns later with a bowl of nachos and salsa, places them between the poker chips and walks out again.
"Berry's up to something." Santana remarks. He eyes his best friend and she stares back at him knowingly. It must be a woman thing.
But then Rachel's walking back towards them in a tiny pink jumper, her hair on top of her head and she puts a banana nut muffin in front of him, winks and then disappears down the hall to their bedroom.
He doesn't say anything. But he agrees with Santana; Rachel can be so mischievous when she's ready, the petite angelic look she has right now isn't fooling anyone.
The billiards table they're playing on is a huge one, just flip the sides over and it becomes a pool table, complete with roulette and blackjack tabletops. He's more of a poker player really, but his wife and her friends like blackjack so, yea.
He's sitting at the head of the table, Artie in his chair at the other end, Mike and Sam on his left, Puck and Santana facing them. Puck has the fold on his side up, so he can rest his drink on and they're actually playing with singles, so everyone's basically paying attention to their own hands.
The doorbell rings and Rachel hollers out that she ordered pizza and to please use napkins at the table. Artie offers to get the pizza (since he's winning) and Santana and Sam go get napkins and drink refills. He leans back in his seat, scanning his phone while everyone else gets food, they'll bring the pizza to the table soon enough.
He sees movement from the corner of his eye but ignores it, because it's more likely Rachel's dog and nearly yelps when something brushes by his leg. He thinks it's Mason but then he freezes in his seat when soft hands run up his leg, over his thigh and settle onto his crotch.
He tries to peek under the table and his wife winks at him as her fingers try to unzip his shorts. He looks around the table but no one's paying him any mind, Puck's laughing across the table with Mike and the others are milling around the kitchen.
Fuck.
Rachel successfully gets his zipper down and wraps her hands around his hardness, the heat of him warring with the warmth of her hands and he bites back a groan as she strokes him.
Devil woman.
Santana walks back to the table and tosses a box between him and Puck and the other beside Sam and Mike. He stares with wide eyes as one by one they sit back at the table and Artie pulls the cards towards him to shuffle.
"Alright bitches. Who's ready to lose more money?"
He lets out a strangled sound as Rachel licks the length of him and Artie smirks.
Rachel does it again and he hurriedly grabs a slice of pizza and stuffs it into his mouth when she wraps her lips around him, stifling his moan.
"Hey, take it easy Finnocence, don't choke yourself before I've won all your money." Santana laughs.
He tries to glare at his best friend, then grips the edge of the table when Rachel takes him all the way in so he hits the back of her throat, then pulls out her tongue swirling at his tip. He stuffs the pizza further into his mouth.
Beneath the table, Rachel hands wrap around him, her tongue and lips all over him.
Artie deals and he pulls his cards into his hands, barely focusing on what's in his hands before Rachel twists her hands around him.
He folds immediately, one hand at his mouth as he tries to chew, not groan and not jerk his hips towards his wife's mouth under the table.
"Don't be a pussy, Hudson." Puck chuckles and he ups the ante.
He can't respond. He fights to retain his composure when Rachel does this trick where her hands squeeze him the same time her lips wrap around him and fuck –
His legs turn to jelly when her nails scrape along his thigh.
Puck wins the hand and he gleefully pulls his winnings towards him. He deals the next hand and when he pulls his cards into his hands, he has two Jacks and a joker. Bets are called and Rachel hums against him, he folds again, his hand going for his bottle of ginger ale, gulping the contents as his body vibrates with pleasure.
"Dude, just hand over all your money. You suck at this." Pucks laughs.
"Fuck you." He seethes at Puck.
And Rachel sucks him hard as her fingers fondle him.
How he manages to restrain from crying out, he doesn't know. He puts the glass of ginger ale to his forehead, letting the coolness soothe him as he squirts his release down her throat, his other hand gripping the table until his knuckles go white.
"Hey, Huddy, you alright?" Mike looks concerned as he stares at him.
He nods, not daring to speak as Rachel pulls him from her mouth and quickly crawls away, the folded table hiding her retreat around the corner.
He drops his head on the table to muffle his curses and grabs a handful of napkins to wipe the sweat gathered on his face.
"'s too fucking hot." He groans.
It's spring, and the a/c is on, the room is cool but after that, fuck, he doesn't trust his legs.
How their friends remained clueless through Rachel's ministrations, he'll never know and he's very grateful.
"Uh, gimme a sec." He manages, tugging his shirt down getting up quickly, wobbly legs heading towards their bedroom.
Rachel is smirking at herself, running her fingers through her hair, her eyes widening as they meet his in the mirror behind her.
"Think you're smart, eh?"
She winks and lifts a shoulder.
He walks up behind her, pressing his chest to her back, fists her hair in his hands and tilts her head backwards, pressing his lips to hers, plunging his tongue in her mouth. Rachel mewls and wraps her hand around his in her hair. Finn drags the bottom of her jumper up over her hips, his hands dipping between her legs, finding her warm and wet.
"Hmm. I think you enjoyed that as much as I did." He whispers against her lips.
His fingers slip insider her panties and Rachel bucks against his hand.
"Finn."
His fingers probe deeper and her head falls back against his chest, her hand going to her own, squeezing a nipple.
"Your game." She breathes, her head falling back as his fingers slide in and out.
"It can wait."
He lifts her in his arms and throws her onto the bed, tearing her panties aside as his tongue replaces his fingers, chuckling when Rachel grabs a pillow to cover his cries.
His wife was no angel, but she sure could scream like one.
A/N: I feel like I should apologize for the things I make Rachel and Finn do. But really, not even sorry! Reviews?