Because Finn had to get back to base in Japan, they weren't able to go on a traditional honeymoon. Rachel didn't mind, though; she just wanted to be with him, wherever he was. And Japan was beautiful.

Finn wouldn't be back on full duty for another couple of months. While he was on light duty, he'd be staying in Japan. When Rachel told him that she wanted to stay in Japan with him as long as he'd be there he'd been torn; Maureen wouldn't wait forever, and he was afraid that she'd lose the part if she stayed with him. On the other hand, he selfishly wanted her with him as long as possible.

"What if they give your part away?" he'd asked her.

Rachel had just shrugged and kissed him on the cheek. "Then I'll have to find a new part."

"Just like that?" he'd asked.

"Just like that," she told him.

So far, Rachel could still go back to Maureen. Finn was sure that he worried about it more than her, which was odd. She honestly didn't seem to care, which was so different from the Rachel Berry he'd always known it was a little scary. He'd even called Kurt and asked his friend his opinion.

"People change, and their dreams change," Kurt told him. "Rachel isn't the same girl she was in high school, obsessed with being a star. All she wants now is to be your star."

"That makes me nervous," Finn admitted.

Kurt snorted. "You're not all she wants," he said, laughing a little. "She's not that Rachel anymore either. She's still trying to figure it out, to decide who she's going to be and what she wants to do. Just be patient with her."

"I can do that," Finn said, relieved.

And he could. If Rachel was just trying to figure out what she wanted to do and who she wanted to be, he could definitely relate. He still wasn't certain what he wanted to do when he got out of the service, and just thinking about it made him a little scared. For right now, in this moment, he just wanted to sit and watch his beautiful wife fix them something to eat.

"I could help, you know," he reminded her. "I'm not an invalid."

Rachel smiled sweetly at him. "But then I would have to clean up after you, and there aren't enough hours left in the day."

Finn chuckled. "You wound me."

Rachel winked at him. "Just let me take care of you while I'm here, okay? When I'm gone, you'll be fending for yourself again."

Finn shrugged. "Take out."

Rachel put the lasagna in the oven and turned to look at him with her hands on her hips. "You two need to learn how to cook."

"We can cook," Finn said. "We just can't cook good."

"Well," Rachel automatically corrected him.

"Well what?"

"You can't cook well."

"Thanks for the love," he said, adopting a wounded look.

Rachel laughed. "Well played." She walked to him and leaned against the bar in front of him. "When will Noah be home?"

Finn shrugged, leaning closer to her to brush his lips across his neck. "This may be a different country, but doctors visits can still take hours."

Rachel moved closer to him, wrapping her arms gently around him and standing between his legs. "He worries me," she said.

"He'll be okay. He just doesn't like to show weakness."

"Sounds like someone else I know," she said, cocking her head to the side and smiling a little.

"I have no weakness," Finn said in an exaggerated manly voice.

"I know your weakness," Rachel teased softly.

"Oh yeah? What is it?"

Rachel moved her lips to the spot where his jaw and neck met, her tongue grazing the sensitive skin there. She felt his body shudder. "That," she said, smiling against his skin.

"You win," he said.

"What's my prize?" she asked, leaning back to look at him.

"I'm sure we can think of something," he said, lowering his lips to capture hers.

Rachel pulled back and took his hand, leading him into his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed as she pulled his shirt over his head. He winced a little and looked up at her quickly to see if she'd noticed. She had. He sighed. "I'm fine, Rach."

She nodded, but bit her lip. Every time they'd made love since they'd been married, she'd been terrified that she was going to hurt him. No matter how many times he assured her it was okay, she didn't seem to believe him. She glanced at the bandage covering part of his chest, knowing that she would give anything for it to have never happened.

He'd been stabbed and he'd been shot. He wasn't 100%, even though it had been over a month since it had happened, but he could do a lot more than Rachel seemed to think. "Come here," he said, huskily. She hesitated and he reached for her, pulling her closer to him. He moved back a bit and she straddled him. His lips traced the arch of her neck and she closed her eyes, moaning a little. "Let me love you."

Rachel opened her eyes and looked into his. "Are you sure?" He nodded. She sighed and relaxed into him. "Okay then."

Finn smiled, just holding her. He rested his chin on her head and rubbed her back. "I love you."

"I will never get tired of hearing that," she said. "Just so you know."

"I'll never get tired of saying it," he promised.

She sat back. "I love you too, you know."

"I know," he said. She made a face. "What?"

"Can I have my lovin' now?" she asked.

Finn laughed, tossing her on the bed beside him. She started to complain but he shook his head. "I'm okay," he told her. He leaned over her. "You're so beautiful," he said softly. He kissed her jaw, then trailed his lips down her neck. "You're so soft."

Rachel ran her hands up his strong arms, resting them on his shoulders for a moment. "You're so hard," she said, her fingers moving over the muscles of his back.

"Oh baby, you have no idea," he teased, grinning wickedly and cocking his eyebrow.

"Finn!" Rachel said, laughing.

Instead of replying, he worked her dress up, pulling it over her head and throwing it on the floor beside them. He made a noise of appreciation when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He lowered his head to her chest, his tongue tracing the outline of her nipples before sucking lightly on them. Rachel's breath caught in a gasp as her hands ran down his back- careful to skirt the area surrounding his gunshot.

Finn's mouth continued to torture her as his hand moved between them, sliding along her wetness before pushing a finger inside of her. Her body tightened around his finger as a surge of pure lust shot through him. He moved up on the bed a little, his lips finding hers as he pushed her legs farther apart. Settling between them, he quickly worked his pants and underwear off, not breaking their kiss.

Rachel arched her back as he thrust inside her, closing her eyes as her body stretched around him. He immediately began moving, causing little shocks to course through her body. Familiar heat pooled in her stomach as she moved with him, her body desperately seeking release.

Finn put his hands on her knees, pushing her legs up higher and wider. Rachel's eyes found his as her mouth opened with a gasp turned moan. Panting, she clung to his waist as he pounded into her, the heat almost taking over.

She screamed as she let go, her entire body jerking with the force of her orgasm. She was vaguely aware of Finn's own cry and his fingers clenching against her skin. Her entire body kept shaking, tiny quakes of pleasure still moving through her.

Finn lowered himself on the bed beside her, breathing hard. He gathered her close and pulled the blanket over them. "I told you I was fine," he said after a moment.

"I'd say that you were better than fine," she said, resting her head on his arm. If he wasn't hurting, she wasn't going to say anything about it…for now.

"Better than fine?" he asked, smiling. "That's all I get?"

"All the awards," she told him, grinning up at him. "You get all the awards."

They lay in the bed for a while longer, talking. Rachel jerked up when the smoke alarm in the kitchen started going on. "The lasagna!" she yelled, jumping out of bed and running through the apartment.

Finn got up and ran behind her, finding the kitchen filled with smoke. He grabbed the fire extinguisher as she opened the oven door, black smoke rolling out of it. Coughing, he sprayed the oven down, putting out the fire. Rachel shut the oven door and made sure it was turned off.

"Damn," Puck said, walking into the room and taking in the smoke…and his naked two best friends. "What's for supper?"

Finn jumped in front of Rachel, who wrapped her arms around him and covered him with a dish cloth. "Take out," she said, leaning her forehead against Finn's side. They both began laughing.

Puck shook his head and walked to his room. They heard the words "naked," "crazy," and "food." Finn turned around and looked at her. "Now look at who can't cook good," he said, smiling.

Rachel laughed. "Well."

"That's a deep subject," he said, once again deliberately misunderstanding her. "Let's go to my room and discuss it more thoroughly."

"I thought you'd never ask," she said, laughing and running to his room.

"Hey, Puck, call for take out!" Finn yelled as he followed her. He had important business to take care of.