Hey guys! Sorry this took so long, but this chapter took a SHITLOAD of time to proofread this chapter. I apologize for the huge amount of fluff/ smut in this chapter, but I promise, there will be lots of drama in the next chapter.
Warning: this chapter is rated M (cursing, sex, adult themes, etc.)
Now on to Chapter Thirty Seven
Hold Your Hand
Chapter Thirty Seven
Rachel sighed as she looked at herself in the large mirror above one of the many sinks in the school's bathroom; she really was a mess, that day; she was wearing an old pair of jeans, Sam's Spiderman t-shirt that was much too big on her, and her hair was quickly pulled back into a ponytail, that morning.
The small girl hadn't gotten too much sleep, the night before; Harmony was up the entire night, with a fever. Sam had attempted to stay up with them, but had fallen asleep at about four o'clock. She would have woken him up, but the baby's fever was going down, so she was able to handle it on her own; plus… he just looked so peaceful, and she didn't really want to disturb him.
A lot had happened since Sam and Rachel had made up after "the big fight" as they called it. Harmony was now three and a half months old. She was growing every day, which was pretty great for many reasons; she was healthy, developing at a normal rate. But on the other hand neither of her parents really wanted her to grow up. Even Rachel had admitted at one point, or two, that she didn't want her little girl to get any bigger, and that she wished she could stay that little forever.
It was now January. January 23, their anniversary, to be exact. It kind of sucked that Rachel had to go to school, that day, but the brown eyed girl didn't really sweat it; they really hadn't planned anything, anyway; they had both a preschool aged child, and an infant that kept them busy for most hours of the day.
The petite brunette smiled as she walked through the hallway, thinking about the girls. She loved talking about them with her friends; she would always proudly show them pictures of them, whenever the opportunity came to do so.
Rachel opened up her locker, smiling at what she found inside; inside the sea green metal box was a red rose, and a note that said Baby daddy requests for baby mommy to meet him at the auditorium at two o'clock. She reread it a few times, wondering what in the world her blonde husband could possibly be up to, before shutting the door with the rose still in her hand, and making her way to the auditorium.
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Hello?" Rachel called as she walked into the school's auditorium, shutting the door behind her; it was about the same size as McKinley's, seating and stage wise; the school had no arts or theatre program, so a large auditorium wasn't really needed; it was only really used for meetings, or other special events.
"Sam?" she shook her head when she found her husband standing in the middle of the stage, "oh my god," she looked at the rose petals placed precisely on the stage, spelling out I love you, Rachel Evans in large letters, "what… what's going on?"
"I see you got my note," he smiled down at her.
"Yeah… how did you get in my locker, anyway?" she raised a suspicious eyebrow, "you don't know the combination."
"Puck helped me break into it," he shrugged, "now come up, here."
Laughing a little, Rachel climbed up the small staircase to the top of the stage, and walked up next to Sam, "happy anniversary, baby," he whispered into her ear.
"But…" she shook her head, "…but I thought we weren't going to make a big deal out of our anniversary… you know, since we sort of have our hands full with the girls."
"What?" he scoffed and shook his head, "I never agreed to that."
"I thought of it more as a silent agreement."
"Well, we're not just going to forget it; I've done a lot of planning for tonight, and I really think that you're going to like it."
"Hmm…" the petite brunette hummed, "could you give me any clues as to what we'll be doing?"
"Sorry, babe," he sighed, "it's a surprise."
"Okay," she nodded, "so… I've got to ask… why, of all places, did you pick the auditorium?"
"Why, I'm glad you asked, Mrs. Evans," he smirked, "we're in here, because…" the smirk gently turned into a wide smile, "we're going to sing," he turned to the iPod doc that had been placed on a wooden stool.
"Sing?" she shook her head in confusion, "I'm sorry Sam, but you're not making any sense, right now."
"Aw come on, babe," he chuckled, "I know it's been, like, five years, but don't tell me that you've forgotten one of the first songs that we sang together."
"Huh?"
He didn't answer her. Instead, he just touched the play button on his iPhone. The music of a familiar song played for a few seconds, before Sam began to sing.
Now I've had the time of my life
No I never felt like this before
Yes I swear it's the truth
and I owe it all to you
Rachel smiled as memories of her and Sam singing that exact song during the glee clubs sectional competition. It had been just about a week after they had made love for the first time, in the astronomy room; god, she had remembered how handsome he had looked in his wine colored shirt; and how her cheeks seemed to flame up when he had told her that she was beautiful, just moments before they had performed.
'Cause I've had the time of my life
and I owe it all to you
She looked up into his eyes, chocolate brown meeting emerald green.
I've been waiting for so long
Now I've finally found someone
To stand by me
He took her hand in his.
We saw the writing on the wall
As we felt this magical fantasy
Man, that song really did take her back. When they were just a couple of high school sweethearts; before they were parents (not that 'mom and dad' weren't the titles that they were proudest to have); before they had bills and jobs to worry about; before Sam's family was hit with their terrible money crisis; when they were just kids; two carefree kids, completely smitten by one another.
Now with passion in our eyes
There's no way we could disguise it secretly
So we take each other's hand
'Cause we seem to understand the urgency
Just remember
You're the one thing
I can't get enough of
So I'll tell you something
This could be love
Because
Sam remembered how undeniably beautiful Rachel had looked in that white and grayish-purple dress; and now; after they had gotten married, and she was the mother of both of his children, he couldn't help but admit that she had looked even more gorgeous, than ever before.
I've had the time of my life
No I never felt this way before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you
Hey baby
Hey baby
As they brushed past each other on the stage, Sam gave his wife's ass a quick squeeze; that earned him a slap on his hand, and a small smirk from Rachel
With my body and soul
I want you more than you'll ever know
So we'll just let it go
Don't be afraid to lose control
Yes I know what's on your mind
When you say, "Stay with me tonight"
"Stay with me", just remember
You're the one thing
I can't get enough of
So I'll tell you something
This could be love
Because
He took her hand in his, and spun her into him, pressing a quick kiss on her forehead, making her cheeks turn a faint shade of red.
I've had the time of my life
No I never felt this way before
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you.
Cause I've had the time of my life
And I've searched through every open door
Till I've found the one true
And I owe it all to you
ba..ba..ba..ba..ba..ba..ba..ba
ba..ba..ba..ba..ba..ba..ba..ba..ba..
He looked into her eyes, once again a smile tugging at his lips. He wrapped his arms his waist, as she wrapped hers around his neck, and pressed his forehead against hers.
Now I've had the time of my life
No I never felt this way before (never felt this way)
Yes I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you.
They continued to sing together, their hands now intertwined.
I've had the time of my life (of my life)
No I never felt this way before (never felt this way)
Yes I swear it's the truth (it's the truth)
And I owe it all to you.
Cause I've had the time of my life
And I've searched through every open door
Till I've found the one true
And I owe it all to you
Sam gazed down at Rachel's angelic face, cupping it with his hands as they sang the last line of the song.
Now I've had the time of my life
Standing up on her tippy toes, Rachel pressed her lips against his, pressing her body even closer to his.
"We've grown a lot, since then," he whispered into her ear, "as a couple… and as people, too," he sat down on the stage, motioning for her to sit next to him; when she did so, he draped his arm over her shoulders, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
"Can you visit me at school, more often?"
"Any time you want, baby," he smiled, pressing his lips against her temple.
"You'd make it a lot more interesting, that's for sure," she snuggled closer into his embrace, loving the way the warmth of his body heated her own, "I… I just can't believe that you did all of this for me… you know… you didn't have to go to all this trouble."
"Of course I did, baby," he whispered in her ear, pressing his ample lips against her tender lobe, "we've been married for an entire year… that's a pretty long time."
"I know…" she nodded and sighed, "do you think you'll love me this much, on our fiftieth anniversary? When I'm old, with wrinkles, and my boobs are starting to sag?"
"Of course I will…" he held her even closer to him, "actually, I'm looking forward to those days."
"Seriously?"
"Mmm hmm," he chuckled, "will you still love me even if- and this is completely hypothetical- I gained a lot of weight?"
"Of course I would; I love you for you, Sammy," she reached up, purposely messed up his golden blonde hair, "your remarkable body is just a bonus."
"Really? You'd still want to be with me, even if I started to grow man boobs? Wow," he shook his head, "you must really, really love me."
"I do," Rachel rested her head on her husband's chest, "I really, truly do."
"Well, I can assure you, I'm not planning on letting my body go, anytime soon."
"Aw," she giggled, "for me?"
"Yup," he ran his fingers through her hair, "everything I do is for you."
"Oh really now?" she smirked, "so… when you watch Avatar… you're doing it solely for my benefit?"
"Well… no…" Sam shook his head and sighed, "I… I guess not, but… I… I love you…"
"I love you too, Sammy," she giggled.
"Welp," he sighed, again, "I guess I'd better start cleaning all of this up," he stood up.
"Um, Sam?" Rachel covered her mouth, holding back a few snickers.
"Yes, my love?"
"You have a rose petal stuck to your ass."
"Huh?" he turned around and looked down at his ass, "oh," he picked the red petal off of his jeans, letting it fall to the ground, "that totally turned you on…"
"You're insane," the small girl rolled her eyes.
"You can deny it all you want, babe," he smirked, "but you know you loved it."
"Sam," she sighed, "just let it go and clean this up," she stood up on the stage, "come on, I'll help you."
"Wait a minute," Sam stopped dead in his tracks, "we're supposed to do it on the petals."
"What?" she shook her head in confusion, "why?"
"It's romantic."
"Do you have any idea how dirty this stage might be?"
"Then we won't take off our clothes… I have a zipper…" the blonde boy looked at his wife's jeans, "you should have worn a skirt… it would have given me easier access."
"Which is exactly why I'm wearing pants, today," she removed his hand from her thigh.
"You're no fun," he pouted, "can we pleeaaaase-"
"Not a chance, perve."
"Damn."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Sam," Rachel smiled as she took his hand in hers, squeezing it affectionately, "you are absolutely the best husband in the world."
"Nah," he shook his head, a light blush creeping up on his face, "I'm not; I just-"
"Yes you are," the brown eyed girl insisted, "I mean, this place is beautiful… it's even nicer than that place you took me to, last Valentine's day."
"Yeah, well," he sighed, "we can't ever go there, again."
"Oh geez," she rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Sam, it's been almost a year, and he isn't even working there, anymore; I highly doubt that we'd run into Jesse, there."
"I'm not taking any chances," he shook his head, "that dude's an asshole, and I'm not going to let him ruin our anniversary."
"Aw," she beamed up at him, "you're the best, Sammy."
"No..." he shook his head, "you are…"
"Don't fight with me, Samuel," she smirked before thinking for a brief minute or two, "or… or I'll just have to prove myself to you."
"What?" the green eyed boy shook his head in confusion, "what do you mean?"
Rachel looked around, making sure that no one was looking at her before moving under the table.
"Rachel?" he chuckled, still completely confused, "what… what's going on?"
"You'll see…" she whispered, placing her hand on his thigh, "just… try not to make a scene, okay?"
"A scene?" he raised an eyebrow, "why would I make a scene? If anything, you would, because you're the one who's- ooh!" Sam gasped when he felt his wife's hand move onto the crotch of his pants, gently rubbing him.
"You like that, Sammy?"
"Y-yeah…" he nodded, "Rachel… I don't know if you should do that, here."
"Why not?" she smiled up at him, mischievously, "I thought you loved it when I touch you, like this."
"I-I do, I just- Rachel!" he squeaked when he felt her hand move into his pants, gripping his rapidly hardening member in it, "oh god…" he wiggled his legs a little, taken aback by the pleasurable feeling of her touch on his skin; it felt so good to be touched down there.
"Sammy?" she whispered, releasing his cock, and moving her head onto his lap. Sam hissed at the loss.
"Mmm hmm?" the blonde boy hummed, once he regained most of his composure.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," he whispered.
"Do you want me to show you how much?"
"In public?"
"Yes, Sammy," she smiled, before placing her hands on his lap. She unzipped his pants, threading out his now throbbing penis. Rachel giggled, before licking his tip, and then gently blowing cool air on it.
"You are such a fucking tease," Sam growled. Rachel chose to ignore that comment and instead pressed a kiss to the underside. She continued to dot kiss sparsely across Sam's length. Needless to say, this drove him insane.
The short girl giggled again, before taking his length into her mouth. His hand went immediately to her hair and his fingers became tangled in it as she teased him with her tongue; he bit down on his lip, doing whatever he could to hold in a groan.
"Do you like that, Sammy baby?" Rachel took her mouth off of him for a moment, "do you like it when I get down on my knees and suck your cock like this?"
"Fuck, Rachel. That's it; keep sucking me just like that..." he squirmed when he felt her mouth back on him, "so… so good…" he gripped the table.
Sam gasped, and gasped, and gasped as he felt her continue to firmly suck him. With a deep breath, he moved his head to the side so he could look down at her. Sensing his eyes on her, she looked up at him from under her eyelashes and gave him an even harder suck. That had him closing his eyes and opening his mouth slightly. Damn, she knew exactly what to do to get him where she wanted him.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh…" the blonde boy's breathing became heavier and quicker, as his grip on the side of the table tightened, trying as hard as he could to not buck his hips against her mouth; if he did, then people would definitely be able to see exactly what was going on.
Rachel reached up and grabbed his balls in her hand, squeezing them gently and rolling them in between her fingers.
"Raaaacchhh!" he hissed, his climax building. Sam knew that he was close, so he squeezed her shoulder, making her stop her movements.
"Oh fuck, Rachel! Stop. I'm too close already just…" She let go of him with a pop and looked up, waiting to see what he wanted. "I have to get us home right now… or better yet… the car… just… we gotta get out of here!"
"Why, Sammy?" she smirked up at him, "I know that you're close… your body always starts trembling when you're close…"
"S-so?"
"Well… that's kind of what you're doing, right now…" she squeezed his dripping cock tightly in her hand, causing a light whimper to escape from his lips. She reached toward the other seat and grabbed her jacket, "here's my coat; you can bite down on it when you cum, instead of moaning, so you won't attract any attention."
Although Sam accepted the coat, he didn't really have the chance to respond to her, because within a second, her mouth was back on him, again.
"Mmm!" he grunted, his hands fisting the black fabric of Rachel's coat, trying to contain his climax for a few more seconds, "fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum… your mouth feels so fucking good…"
Realizing that there was no way in hell that he could hold it in, anymore, Sam bit down on the jacket, grunting silently as he shot his load into Rachel's mouth, feeling her swallow around him.
"So…" Rachel sighed as she swallowed the last of his hot cum, resting her hand on his knee, "how was that?"
"Come'ere, babe," he muttered, still trying to regain control of his breathing level.
The small girl slid up on the booth, letting her husband drape his arm over her shoulder, "You…" Sam swallowed, "you have absolutely no idea how good that felt for me…" he kissed her neck, "you're such a bad girl, Rachie."
"You make me bad," she whispered sensually into his ear.
"That's it…" he swallowed, "I need you naked and on top of me, now."
"Well," Rachel smirked, "I don't think we can go that far here; people would probably get suspicious."
"True that…" he kissed her lips, "let's get out of here, Mrs. Evans."
The petite brunette smiled up at Sam, before resting her head against his chest, "Right behind you, Mr. Evans."
.X.x.X.x.X.
Rachel giggled as she felt her husband's faint whiskers tickle her earlobe, as they walked out into the snow covered streets of New York City.
"God, it's so cold out," the small girl muttered, "where did we park, again- Sam!" she screeched then she felt the cold, fluffy, white substance crash against her shoulder.
"What are you looking at me for?" the green eyed boy shrugged, "I didn't do it."
"Oh really now?" she smirked before reaching down, grabbing a clump of snow, and throwing it at the back of his head.
"Oh, now it's on!" Sam wrapped an arm around his wife's torso, and lifted her over his shoulder, "you're going in the snow."
"Sam, no!" Rachel pounded on his back with her fists, struggling to get out of his grip, "stop! Let me go!"
"Tell me that you love me," he smiled down at her evilly, leaning down towards the growing pile of snow on the sidewalk next to his jeep.
"Sam, you're being ridiculous! Put me down this instant!"
"If you say so…" he began to place her in the snow.
"Stop it!" she screeched, "Samuel Joseph Evans, don't you dare!"
"I thought you just told me to put you down; man, there's just no pleasing you, is there?"
"I meant put me down on my feet!"
"Oh… well, then you have to tell me that you love me; I thought that I made that perfectly clear."
"Why?" she rolled her eyes.
"Because… I want you to?" he shrugged, "do I really need to have a reason? I'm kind of the one in the dominant position, here."
"Fine," she muttered, "I love you."
"Say it like you mean it…"
"Sam…" she looked up at him, sternly.
"Rachel…" he tried to imitate the look she was giving him.
"God, you're immature."
"If you don't want to say it like you mean it, that's fine with me…" his arms lowered a little more, "but you'll have to face the consequences."
"Fine!" she exclaimed, "fine, fine, fine!" she grabbed on to his coat, "I love you, Sam."
"How much?"
"You're pushing it…" she muttered, her teeth clenched.
"Alright, alright," he chuckled, lifting her back up and placed her on the hood of his jeep, before climbing up on it, himself, "you know… I… I got you something."
"Sam," she sighed, "I thought we said no gifts, this year."
"What?" he shook his head as he reached into his coat pocket, "hell no! I never agreed to any of that. Now here," he placed the little black block in his wife's hand, "will you please just cooperate and open your present?"
"Oh, Sam," the small girl smiled as she opened the box, and looked at the pair of diamond earrings that were placed inside, "I… I'm sorry."
"What?" he shook his head in confusion, "why would you say that, baby?"
"Because… I didn't get you anything… I… I thought that we both were going to just keep everything low key, today; but then you showed up at my school, and then the dinner, and now the earrings, I… I don't deserve you, Sam…" her voice began to crack, "I really, truly don't."
"Rachel," he sighed, "I didn't want you to get me anything… honestly, the way I see it, you're the most perfect woman in the universe, and I'm just the guy who was lucky enough to snag you for life… hell, you just risked public humiliation to give me a blow job; if that doesn't make me the lucky one, then… okay, I'm definitely the lucky one."
"Aw…" she giggled pressing her forehead against his, "that was sweet… in fact…" she bit her lip, "oh my god did you see that?" she pointed towards the direction opposite from herself.
"Huh?" Sam raised an eyebrow, "see what?"
"Over there!" she exclaimed, "look!"
"What?" he looked at the direction that Rachel was pointing to, "I don't see anything…"
"I know," she smirked, placing a red, lacy piece of fabric in his hands.
"What's this?"
"My underwear," she smiled up at him, mischievously.
"What?" he looked her up and down, "damn; your ass must be freezing."
"No," she shook her head, "I'm pretty warm, down there; hot, actually."
"Oh," his eyes widened once he realized what the small girl's intentions were.
"Kiss me, Sam," she whispered.
A smile tugged on the blonde boy's lips as he obliged gently slipping his tongue into her mouth. Rachel whimpered when she felt Sam's tongue collide with hers, and she reached up, her fingers lacing into his hair, "Mmm, Sam," she pulled away slightly, "please… touch me." She placed her hand over his and moved it in between her legs, beginning to grind against his palm.
"Damn, baby," he groaned when he felt the wetness against his hand, "you're soaked." He gently inserted two of his long, guitar calloused fingers into her center, smirking as he felt her insides tighten around him. Fuck, her insides were like a fucking vice, and he longed to feel her clench around his now throbbing dick.
"Sam…" she gasped, her hands moving under his jacket and up his back, scraping his back over his button down shirt. His fingers twisted swiftly, and the small girl had to bite down on her lower lip, to keep from crying out in pleasure. Rachel started to rock against his hand, whimpering as she rode his fingers. He then added a third one, causing her to gasp. She continued whimpering and when she started to grind down on his hand again, he curled his fingers inwards, hitting her spot, causing her to jerk, "Sam…" her hips twitched up, trapping his hand in between her thighs, "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh," she threw her head back, uncontrollably.
"I love you so much," he whispered into her ear, removing his hand from her pussy, "god," he licked his hand, "you taste so fucking good."
"Sam, please," she grabbed ahold of his hand, "I… I need… I want…" she bit her lip.
"What do you want, baby?" he smirked down at her, "tell me."
"I…want…I want…" Rachel's head thrashed back in forth as she felt the overwhelming desire and desperation take over her. Her body was on fire, the heat pooling between her thighs in a way she had never felt before. It made her want to burst from her own skin and crawl into his body.
"What do you want?" he asked quietly, his cock beginning to throb at her breathless, unspoken need.
"I…God! I don't know…I need…" she moaned, miserable at her inability to locate the words. Her vocabulary may have been vast but the filing cabinet for words to use during sexual situations was apparently very empty.
Sam, however, knew exactly what she wanted. He pressed his forehead against hers, before inserting his three fingers back into her aching core.
Rachel couldn't stop moving her body against his assault. Her head thrashed from side to side, her hips twitched as she instinctively shoved her pussy towards his hand, her legs moving to find a comfortable position.
"Sammy, I'm so close… I'm gonna cum, Sammy… you're gonna make me cum…"
"Shh, baby; you need to be quiet…"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssss," she breathed as the sensation shot from her pussy and up her body. "Godddd…Sam…"
Her moaning his name almost did him in. His cocked burned and throbbed as it pressed into his zipper.
"I'm going to make you cum, Rach," he whispered.
"Sam… Sam… Sam…" her volume raised a little with each time she said his name.
"Baby, shh," he whispered, "people are going to start to notice us… you really need to lower your volume."
"I… I can't…" she shook her head, "I can't control it, Sammy; It just- oooooooh- it feels too good!"
Crap! He thought as he quickly covered her mouth with his hand, "baby, we can't do this out here," he removed his fingers from her, once again. The blonde boy knew that his wife wouldn't be able to keep from screaming for too long, especially when her climax came. It wasn't her fault; she just happened to be extremely loud in bed; most of the time, he loved hearing her loud moans; just not when they were around a bunch of people.
"Sam, no…" she pouted.
"Come on, babe," he sighed, "let's finish this inside the car," he took her hand in his, helping her off of the hood of his jeep. The two of them climbed into the backseat, shutting the back door before quickly stripping each other down. Sam rested against the corner of the truck, his penis sticking straight up as Rachel moved on top of him.
"God," Sam sighed and smiled up at Rachel, "you're so beautiful," he reached up and gently caressed her breasts in his hands.
"Sam, please," she looked down at him, "you really left me hanging, before… dangling at the edge… I really need you inside of me."
"I'm gonna fuck you now, you know that, right?" he smirked up at her, before aligning himself with her, moving his tip into her center.
Rachel mewled. "Yes, Sam…Please…please…"
"Are you ready, baby?" the green eyed boy pressed his forehead against his wife's.
"Yes, Sammy," she nodded, "I want you inside of me." Rachel looked up at him, before grabbing the base of his cock in her hand, and carefully sliding onto it. "Oh, Sam," her eyes screwed shut as she placed her hands on his chest, her hips grinding into his.
She moaned loudly as she gripped his shoulder; he was big. "Umm…" she hummed happily "Sam, you—you're so—good," she mewled as she jumped up and down on his cock. She had been so close, before; just a few seconds from being pushed over that blissful, astounding edge. She was so close, that when she felt him inside of her, the feeling was too much for her to take. Rachel came with a loud scream of his name, her juices spilling around Sam's member.
"You're—you're so tight." He gasped, "Your pussy is so—so tight," he murmured when he felt her insides tightening around his member, almost losing it, himself.
"S-S-Saamm," the brunette hissed, her hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts. This was the most incredible, most indescribable feeling in the world.
Sam slipped Rachel's right nipple into his mouth, his tongue slipping and sliding around it as he sucked on it. There was no way that he could possibly describe Rachel's breasts. It didn't matter how many times he had seen the small girl's naked chest; the sight would always amaze him.
"Fuck… fuck fuck… baby… this is so fucking tight!" His fingers pressed hard against her ass, his fingertips turning white.
"Ohholyfuck!" Rachel gasped as she thrust up, meeting him halfway. They were both moaning, and groaning, and sweating and panting, and god, it's so good. She felt their hips collide harder and harder, and she couldn't take it, she couldn't breathe. She could feel another climax building, again, heat, once again, spreading rapidly through her body
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good!" Sam's jaw dropped open in pleasure. His hands were gripping her hips so tightly that both of them knew that he was going to leave marks and if it wasn't there, then it would be a hickey on her neck or breast because he kept kissing her everywhere he could reach.
A few thrusts later she started to tremble.
"Sam, I'm close," she said raggedly.
"Don't, don't cum yet," he begged. "Let me fuck you longer." His hot breath hit her skin like blazing fire and it seemed that his order pushed her even closer; she shook more violently.
"S-Sam, please, I'm—I need—"
"No, no, baby, let me fuck you good," he kept arching his hips up against hers, feeling her fingernails scraping down his muscular chest. He really wanted to cum too, but he loved the feeling of her around him, so tight, so perfect, "god I fucking love this…"
"Me—me t—too," she stuttered. "But I need to—to cum."
"No, baby, please."
"Oh… oh, Sam!" Rachel screamed as she came undone, not able to take anymore. When Rachel came, her moans became louder. Through her uncontrollable babbling, Sam could make out a few words, like, 'Sam', 'fuck', 'feels', and 'god'. He sped up his movements, helping her ride out her orgasm.
"Baby," Sam groaned as his toes curled and uncurled, "baby, I'm gonna… I'm gonna- oh shit!" the blonde boy yelped when he felt her cum around his penis for the second of many times that evening, unable to hold in his own orgasm, any longer.
"S-S-Sam," Rachel's breathing was still pretty erratic, as she buried her face into his chest, "That was…"
"Incredible," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her petite body and placing a kiss on her temple. Sam then remembered that it was below zero outside, and how easily Rachel could get cold, "do you want me to go start the engine and turn the heat on?"
"In a few minutes," she sighed, "we should get back home, soon…" she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, "it… it is pretty cold in here."
"I'll keep you warm, baby," he rubbed her arm.
"Mmm…" she hummed happily. "Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
He smiled up at her, "I love you, too."
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"Babe," Sam raised an eyebrow as they walked into their apartment, "you're walking kind of funny."
"You know," Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind them, "for someone who was just a hell of a lot of sex, and just might have a little more, later, you're being very picky."
"Babe, relax," he rested his hand on her shoulder, "I'm glad that you're walking funny; it means that I'm doing my job."
"Shut up," she crossed her arms as she began to walk down the hallway. "Sam?" she stopped when she saw a trail of rose petals leading into their bedroom.
"Yes, beautiful?" he smiled.
"What's this?"
"Why don't you go see?"
"This better not be any of that kinky shit that Santana's always talking about," she muttered as she walked into the room, the sight in front of her. The full sized bed that they shared was covered with red rose petals, and there was a small bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne and two glasses sitting on top of it, "oh," she giggled, "what's with you and roses, today?"
"You don't like it?"
"No," she wrapped her arms around his torso, "I love it… I… I can't believe that you would go through all this trouble for me."
"Come here, babe," he plopped down on the bed and kicked his shoes off, urging her to do the same. When she laid down on the other side of the bed, he reached toward the night stand and opened up the champagne bottle, pouring some in each of the two glasses, before handing one to her.
"Happy, anniversary, baby," he murmured into her ear.
"Happy anniversary," she took a sip from her glass, and then pressed her forehead against his, "so… if we have sex right now… will we have to pick them up, right after?"
"Not if we don't want to," he shook his head, "but we might have to pick some out of some… certain places… I mean, if I got one stuck on my ass just from siting in them, imagine what could happen if we roll around naked in them."
"Huh," the brown eyed girl sighed, "I think that's a risk…" she moved her hand up his shirt, "that I'm willing to take."
.X.x.X.x.X.
"Do you remember when we used to do this all the time?" Rachel smiled down at Olivia, who was sitting in the chair next to her at the local Starbucks, "when it would just be you and me?"
"Yeah," the smaller brunette nodded before taking a sip of her chocolate milk. "Daddy and Harmony made it more fun."
"I know," she let out a light laugh, "I'm so glad that we have daddy and Harmony, now…but that doesn't mean that I can't spend some time alone with my big girl, does it?"
"Rachel?" Just then, she heard someone call her name, and saw a tall, dark hair man waking towards her... the man looked like… no, it couldn't be him.
The brown eyed girl bit her lip, as he saw him move closer to her. Oh my god, she thought, it… it is him; it… it's… "Finn."
So what did you guys think? Did you like it? Love it? Hate it? I apologize for the lack of Olivia and Harmony in this chapter; there will definitely be more of them in the next chapter. Sorry I kind of left you guys hanging, there; what do you think Finn and/ or Rachel is going to say. What do you think Finn is going to say to Olivia? I'll post chapter thirty eight, as soon as I get fifteen reviews. So please review!