A/N: This one is very NSFW, and just for the guys, really ;-) Pic here: bit dot ly/O8lnHQ

this is what your pictures did

This was her fault.

See, he was actually trying to study. Ever since he decided to transfer from OSU to Syracuse, he was determined to get excellent grades. (No. He wasn't doing it for his girlfriend, but she was a pretty sweet incentive to try that much harder.)

Rachel, on the other hand, was out partying. She'd finally landed her first lead in a NYADA show and she and her new castmates and Kurt & Santana had decided to celebrate by partying.

Whatever prompted his girlfriend (not that he was complaining really) to send him pictures every other minute was not working in his favour. At all. After she'd called him with the good news and said she and his brother and best friend were going to go clubbing, she sent a pic of the outfit she chose to wear.

Then of her getting undressed.

Then in the tub, covered in bubbles.

Then out of the tub, styling her hair high on top of her head. He loved her neck, and that little tattoo on her shoulder drove him crazy since the day Mercedes had convinced her to get one. It was one of his many favourite places to kiss.

Then she sent him a picture of her dressed and ready to party.

It had really gotten hotter in his cramped dorm room, so he tossed his shirt aside, wiping sweat from his brow as he stared at the picture Rachel had sent.

He hadn't seen her in two months, so seeing her all dressed up and pretty squeezed his heart. She was fucking gorgeous. And if he were there, he might have probably ripped the dress she was wearing and party in bed all night long instead.

How was he supposed to study with this kind of distraction?

Finally, she texted him that she was headed to Santana's and she'd call him later.

He figured he'd get a chance to get at least another hour in and then hopefully a couple COD missions. So when his phone beeped a couple minutes later he just about threw it across the room and find his car keys to drive up to New York.

She said Santana disapproved of her dress, so she undressed her and gave her something of her own to wear.

He was hard immediately.

She was wearing this – he doesn't think that constitutes as a dress - that came a few inches past her thigh, if she bent over… the top was a halter and even though his girlfriend wasn't as blessed as Santana chest-wise, the cut was dangerously low, he could see her belly button.

To make it worse, Santana had dressed her. Which meant Santana had seen her naked.

He'll never forget the night his best friend confessed that if his girlfriend ever decided she wanted to experiment, she'd make sure she'd have Rachel talking in tongues and reconsidering her relationship with Finn. And honestly, sometimes he was nervous, Rachel so far away, he kept waiting for the day when she decided she didn't want him anymore.

But judging by the texts she kept sending, modeling the dress in the mirror before finally telling him she'll text him later (for real this time) he was in the game for some time yet.

So he was basically screwed with studying. All he could see was that damn dress, the tattoo and the long, heavenly legs his girlfriend was blessed with.

With those pictures in mind, and the memory of those legs around his waist, he couldn't really stop his hand from creeping into his pants. It wasn't as good as the real thing but his mind reminded him quiet well of just how good Rachel was.

He selected the camera on his phone, snapped off a picture and sent it to her: this is what your pictures did.

Payback? Incentive? Proof? Didn't really matter, he was hard, and it was her fault.

Immediately she sent another pic, of her tiny panties in her hands.

Holy fuck.

"Rach?" he chokes out as soon as she answers.

"Hi baby."

He can hear the loud pounding of the music in the background. It's muted though and she's echoy. Bathroom?

"Ahm, you're looking quite sexy in those pictures. You'll need to wear that for me next time I get there."

Her voice is husky as she laughs and agrees. "Definitely, especially in these heels. Baby, I miss you."

He strokes himself harder at the whine in her voice.

"I miss you too. Three more weeks, and I can drive up for the weekend."

"Uh huh." She breathes out, then moans.

She wasn't -?

"Babe? What are you doing?"

Rachel purrs over the line. "Finn, I'm so wet. And your picture, God, I couldn't stand it." She moans again, her breath hitching.

"Rach, please tell me what you're doing?" he says hoarsely.

"I'm in the bathroom." She whispers. "With my fingers between my thighs."

Jesus H. Christ.

She was fingering herself in the bathroom at a party over his picture.

"That's so hot." He whispers.

"Hmmmm."

His fingers move quickly over his hardness as she moans again.

"How does it feel?"

"Good. So good. Finn!"

His body was so hard, heat washing over him, he was this close.

"So wet." His girlfriend murmurs in his ear.

"Rach, baby?"

"Yeah?"

"Show me."

A/N2: Good times, eh?