Author's Note: This chapter features day 42 and day 42 ½ thrown in and goes from Tina's POV to Finn's, but the next chapter will still be in his POV even though this ends in his POV. Also, this is rated M, so if that isn't your thing, you can go head and skip it; no hard feelings.
~*~Chapter Three: Staying The Distance~*~
Day Forty Two
I'll put up no resistance/I want to stay the distance
"Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me" - by Jayma Mays from the Rocky Horror Glee Show -
Tina's POV -
"Will you stop!" I groaned as Finn once again tried to reach for my beach bag as we walked back to his house after leaving the pool.
I had swatted him with it when he tried to play grab ass (not cool; though the sheepish and so obviously fake innocent look on his boyish face was cute) earlier and had whined about how I was going to bruise him if I did it again, and then his puppy dog curiosity got the best of him and he wanted to know what was in my bag.
"You're not, like um, carrying nunchucks in there are you?" He asked his voice sort of nervous and a little higher than usual.
"You're only asking me that because I'm Asian. If you were walking with Quinn, would you be asking if she had a stack of Bibles in her purse?" My eyes were narrowed, my hands were on my hips and I was daring him, silently, to say anything.
"Did I tell you how pretty you looked today?" He was trying desperately (duh) to save his ass from me going all angry girlfriend on him and I thought about breaking out the feminist rant I had used on Artie ages ago (with obvious tweaks, of course), but I didn't.
Instead, I laughed and my whole stance softened.
It was super corny and I almost thought twice about doing it, but for some reason I really wanted to hold his hand, so I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his. I sort of leaned against his shoulder (he was so freaking tall, it was more like the middle of his arm, though) as we walked and I could feel this easy warmth building up inside of me as my stomach fluttered when his singing reached my ears.
He wasn't singing The Smiths this time; instead he was signing my guilty pleasure (that only he knew about; not even Mercedes and Kurt knew), Hanson. It was their song "Penny and Me" except he replaced Penny with my name.
Speaking of super corny.
I was going to roll my eyes and hit him with my bag again to get him to stop, but as he got to the chorus, "Cause Tina and me like to roll the windows down...Turn the radio up, push the pedal down...Tina and me like to gaze at starry skies...Close our eyes, pretend to fly...It's always Tina and me tonight...," the fluttering of my stomach only got worse and the easy warmth spread throughout the rest of my body, and I liked both feelings too much to tell him to stop.
Once we were inside the house, I leaned up against the doorway to the kitchen and I asked, "Do you still want to know what's in my bag?"
He shrugged like it was no big deal, but I knew better. "You can tell me if you want."
I slipped the elusive item from amongst my towel, hairbrush, sunglasses and bracelets (yeah, I wore bracelets to the pool; so what?) and I showed it to him, my heart suspended in my chest at what his reaction would be. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open and then he just kept blinking, obviously trying to process what he was looking at.
"T-t-that's y-your bb-book," He sputtered. "Y-you, um, wow, like you carry it with you? All the time?"
"Maybe," My answer was non-committal and I mirrored his earlier shrug. But it only took one soft beat of my heart, after his fingers reached out to touch mine that were wrapped around my book's spine, to admit that I did carry it around with me almost all the time.
"I read it every night before bed." I confessed from behind hooded eyes. "Sometimes I'll even take it on the roof with me when I look up at the stars. Just um, like, don't make fun of me, okay? I know it's stupid and mushy and girly and kinda gross cause it's mushy, but it's my book and you bought it for me with your first paycheck from working at Burt's garage and all, and yeah..."
My voice just sort of trailed off and I shivered because of the combination of how he was looking at me and the hoarse but honest tone of his voice. "I wasn't going to make fun of you. I'd never make fun of you, Tina," He said and before I knew what was happening, he was there, taking me in his arms and pulling my lips to his.
I gasped as his large hands pulled at me, fighting to bring me closer.
It hit me when he backed me up against the wall that lead to the stairs, that we were going to have sex.
There was going to be no backing out this time, no frantic murmurs of "Shit, Burt's home" or Chinese curses from me as I scrambled to untangle myself from his limbs after hearing my parents pull into the garage; this was happening.
Finn was going to see all of me, feel all of me, be with me and I was going to see all of him, feel all of him and be with him too.
This was nothing like it was with Mike; for one thing Finn was carrying me (yes, carrying me) into his room and I bet he felt just like Roy Rogers or Gene Autry or some other cowboy hero who had rescued the helpless school marm, and I would have called him out on it, except I liked it.
I liked the way he laid me down amongst the typical cotton of his navy blue sheets and how soft his pillows were behind my head. I liked how his kisses – over the chain of stars on the back of my neck, across my eyelids, over the bridge of my nose, apples of my cheeks and my collar bone – were more earnest than sloppy and how he really seemed to be concentrating.
It was just so Finn.
"Oh, God..." I breathed out, my throat growing tight and my whole body shaking as I felt his heavy, hot breath beating against my center through my bikini bottoms; the jumper I was wearing was gone, when it left my body I didn't know; all I knew is I was just laying on his bed in my bikini.
His hands ran up and down my legs, pausing to caress my knees over and over cause he had this weird fascination with them; just like he did with my hands, but my inner musings were taken over quickly by the feeling of his lips pressing right at the heart of me.
My back arched in a way it never had before and my eyelids fluttered over and over, my eyelashes suddenly turning into the wings of a butterfly or a hummingbird. My everything – like, seriously – everything was trembling as he untied the strings of my bottoms; his fingers fumbled at first and he even let out a groan of "crap," which made me laugh, but my laughter quickly turned into a hiss as he slid the stretchy fabric down my legs; leaving my bottom half exposed to his darkened gaze.
My top went next and yeah, he fumbled with that too, but once again it was just so Finn that I could careless. He could fumble his way through the actual sex and I was sure I wouldn't care. I just wanted to be close to him, to feel him, to have it all.
"T-Tt-Tina," He let out a rush of air as he gazed at my now completely naked body and he licked his lips before he covered me with his long, gangly frame; letting me feel all of him as he whispered against my right breast, "You're so pretty."
Then my world was reduced to a kaleidoscope of colors, swirls and sensations as he kissed me all over before finally sheathing himself amongst the slick warmth of my center.
I felt like I couldn't breathe or swallow as my walls clenched tightly around him, like a vice, when he exploded inside of me and through my hooded eyes I could see him shuddering above me; his brow was slick with sweat, his hair was sticking to his forehead, his cheeks were flushed brightly and he looked soooo...I couldn't even finish my thought as he pounded into me harder than before and I felt it; my orgasm taking over.
It was like waves from a beach were constantly crashing over me as I gave his name, "Finn," a million extra syllables while I shook violently underneath him.
I don't know how long it took the shaking to slow down, but eventually it stopped altogether, and then my eyes opened and he was staring down at me, goofy smile on his face and whispering, "You're so pretty" over and over while he peppered my mouth with the sweetest kisses I had ever experienced.
Day Forty Two and a Half
I'm bare boned and crazy for you/When you come crash into me, baby
"Crash Into Me" - by Dave Matthews Band
Finn's POV -
Since my Mom and I had moved in with Kurt and Burt, I had never been so thankful that except for me the house was empty. Cause yeah, I didn't really want Tina to have to leave after we...you know.
That would have royally sucked.
We were still in my room even though it was hours later and the day had turned into night.
We played a couple rounds of Grand Theft Auto (I had wanted to play Halo, but she had gotten kinda angry so I let her pick the game we'd play instead while silently wondering what her deal with Halo was) and ordered a pizza with the money my Mom and Burt had left on the counter since they were out of town and knew I couldn't live on just grilled cheeses.
All the while she was wandering around the house in the green T-shirt I had worn the day we hid out in the bookstore from the rain and seriously she looked as hot as she ever had.
I came back from the bathroom to see her laying on my bed, her head at the foot of it and her cute little feet at the top. In her hands was a book; at first I thought it was hers – you know, A Separate Peace – but when I laid down, I could see it wasn't. The cover was different and it was thicker.
I stopped thinking about the book in her hands pretty quick because I was laying in the reverse position and that meant her feet – her cute little feet – were near my head and they were just so distracting. Her toes were shiny and the glitter on the black polish sparkled faintly in the light of the streetlights that trickled into my bedroom window and I couldn't help but reach out for them.
"Does your book get lonely or something?" I joked, smiling down at her.
"I'll teach you to make jokes, Frankenteen." Her voice was low and her eyes were narrowed as they stared at me from over the top of her book.
After she turned the page, she made sure to add a breathy sort of edge to her tone (like how she was saying my name over and over earlier) while she read, "For a moment he was still inside her, turgid there and quivering. Then as he began to move, in the sudden helpless orgasm, there awoke new strange thrills rippling inside her. Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlap of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite and melting her all molten inside."
Before she knew what was happening, I had taken the heel of her left foot into my palm and brought it up to my lips, kissing each one of her toes, in this kind of slow way.
Sure, I had lost it to Santana forever ago and stuff, but I was still new at the whole sex thing. I didn't really know what I was doing, all I knew is her feet were looking all cute and I wanted to kiss them; I just hoped she liked it and didn't think it was weird.
As I got a little brave and touched her big toe with my tongue, her eyes met mine in a flash. They were wide and open and honest and this warm brown color that made them look like melted chocolate and I didn't know why, but I told her, "You don't have to stop reading, you know."
"I don't?" Her voice was kind of squeaky and I could see her boobs rising and falling as she let out a shaky breath.
"N-no." I tried to keep my voice firm, but it cracked anyway. "Don't stop, Tina."
As she read, I moved my mouth up her foot to her ankle; my hands running over her ivory legs and my lips kissing whatever skin I could find.
"It was like bells rippling up and up to a culmination. She lay unconscious of the wild little cries she uttered at last. But it was over too soon, too soon..."
She paused when my lips found the back of her knee and I licked it a little with my tongue. Her knees were like her hands and her feet; I don't know why I liked them so much, but they were awesome, you know?
This long, low moan (it kinda sounded like she was yawning) escaped her pink lips that were sparkling from her tongue licking them over and over as I made way closer to her center. My mouth was close enough to feel the heat and see the wetness that had built up along the inside of her thighs and her folds, and then I leaned in close to give the heart of her a soft kiss.
Her voice was broken and all kinds of breathless as she kept on reading, and um, yeah it was totally hot.
"She clung to him unconscious passion, and he never quite slipped from her, and she felt the soft bud of him within her stirring, and strange rhythms flushing up into her with strange rhythmic growing motion, swelling and swelling..."
I moaned into her and sort of heard the book slip from her grasp and land on my floor with a thud as her hands slid over my shoulders and down my back and then up again. Her fingers gripped at my hair, pulling slightly and without words she was telling me not to move; a message I was totally getting.
Cause, yeah, I so was not going anywhere.
I lapped at her wetness and when I felt it coating my tongue, my head felt heavy and began to swirl like I was dizzy or on a tilt-a-whirl at the fair or something. Her smell overwhelmed my nose and her taste took over my mouth and tongue. She was like the best ice cream sundae ever; just the right amount of sweetness, a tart cherry kind of burst and warm chocolate syrup at the very end.
When it was over and her taste still lingered in my mouth and on my tongue, she was curled into me, her hair that was in a messy ponytail now falling in every direction across my chest like a glossy curtain and I couldn't stop touching her.
My fingers skirted over the barely there freckles that stretched from cheek to cheek, my hands lingered along her legs, I messed around with her toes, which made her giggle as she kicked me and I kept kissing her over and over.
She returned one of my kisses before I could pull back and go in for another. Her tongue slipped past my open mouth and tangled with mine for a second and then she was looking at me through hooded eyes, her long eyelashes kind of fluttering and her cheeks were flushed and her teeth were nibbling on her bottom lip as she whispered, "I read to you, so now you're gonna sing to me."
I was kinda dazed after everything so I couldn't have said no, even if I wanted to. I couldn't think of any Smiths or Hanson songs to sing, so I picked the first one that popped into my head. It totally reminded me of her.
I pulled her just a little closer so she was laying on top of me; her boobs meshed against my chest, her hips were pressed into mine and both of her legs were on either side of me so I was kind of like trapped by her.
And then I started singing; all the while her big brown eyes were staring right at me and my heart was doing this crazy thumping thing inside my chest, and I never wanted it to stop.
(You've got your ball
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight tie me up again
Whose got their claws
In you my friend
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock and sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you) ("Crash Into Me" by Dave Matthews Band)
(You come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you
In a boy's dream
In a boy's dream)
Song used "Crash Into Me" by Dave Matthews Band
Note: The book Tina reads from in this chapter is Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence, which I still don't own and was the same book she tried to read to Finn in the previous chapter when they took refuge from the rain in the bookstore.
