Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Glee.
I hadn't planned on expanding on this story, but I've been persuaded. There will be some changes in P.O.V this time. Hope you enjoy!
These sheets are super soft, when did my mom buy these? They smell nice too, like vanilla and rainbows and Rachel. I pushed my face deeper into the awesome sheets and cuddled closer to my stuffed bear. What the heck, my stuffed bear? Finally opening my eyes completely, I realized the mix up.
I was in Rachel's bed.
She was curled up in the fetal position, still in her dress from the night before, mouth hanging slightly open with drool slipping down the corner. I've never seen her look more adorable. Releasing the stuffed bear before it got the wrong idea; I reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. She looked so calm, peaceful, and beautiful, I couldn't disturb her. Then I noticed the time.
"Holy crap Rachel it's 10 o'clock, didn't you say your dads would be home around noon?"
The frantic cry must have scared her, she sat up super fast almost head butting me, and jumped up from the bed, she's a ninja that one.
"What? Oh my God Finn I have to get everybody out, I've got to clean up, the liquor cabinet has to be restocked, does it smell like alcohol in here to you? Oh god, it does my dads are going to kill me!"
"Rachel, will you stop pacing, you're freaking me out. We'll get everything done before they get here, it'll be fine." Grabbing my little drama queen by the shoulders I turned her chin up to look in my eyes, maybe her magic had rubbed off on me and my eyes would calm her down. Apparently it did rub off, the worry lines between her eyes melted and a smile emerged on her face. Score!
"We'll get everything done? You're going to stay, to help me?"
"Of course Rach. Helping you is one of my new favorite things." I wiggled my eyebrows at her, wondering if she would catch my reference to the night before. The intense blush that decorated her cheeks and the twinkle in her eyes answered my question. Oh yeah, she definitely remembered.
"Finn, do you think you could come over later this evening? There is another issue I really think you could help me to shed some light on…"
I really need to thank Puck, Rachel Berry's party of the year was the best idea he ever had.
Rachel always knew she loved Finn. She loved him more than she had ever loved any boy. She always knew that Finn was special, that's why she couldn't sleep with Jesse. He wasn't Finn. Even though she had attempted to get even with Finn for sleeping with Santana by almost sleeping with Puck, she knows that she couldn't have gone through with it. It was supposed to be Finn that she gave herself to for the first time. He just elicited the strongest feelings and emotions in Rachel, and she learned last night that she did the same to him, at least physically.
Rachel had no idea what seeing the effect she had on him would do to her. Last night when she realized that helping her to feel good had in turn done the same thing for him, her heart did somersaults. It was just so sexy to know what she could do to him without even really trying. Then when she suggested that he come over this evening, it looked like he had just been told that there was a lifetime supply of cake waiting for him. It was all just too cute. He had been so gracious, so patient and caring with her last night, and he deserved all the gold stars in her upstairs desk drawer for how his hands had made her feel. So tonight, she wanted to return the favor.
Ding!
Rachel checked herself in the mirror a final time before rushing down to the front door.
"Hey Rach, the place looks great" he commented, stepping inside and looking around with a smug grin.
"Why thank you, I had an excellent helper" she teased back, closing the door. "Do you want anything to drink?"
"No thanks, I'm fine" he removed his jacket to reveal her favorite light blue shirt, hugging his back muscles in just the right way.
An awkward silence took over the room as they settled on the couch side by side.
"Listen-"
"About last night…"
They both laughed at the collision of words and Rachel signaled for Finn to go first.
"I was just gonna say, I had a great time last night. But I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I feel like maybe I took advantage of you, and I don't want to do that, I never want to do that. You were right about the unresolved feelings that we have, I love you Rach. It's been a rough couple of weeks, and last night just, I don't know it kind of put things back in productive for me."
"I think you mean perspective" she corrected, smiling at the mix-up.
"Right, yeah that. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is I don't want you to feel pressured or anything, like you have to keep doing things like last night. I loved our relationship before, and if you decided right now that you didn't want me to touch you until you were twenty-five with three Tony's then I would be fine with that. I mean, I hope you don't feel that way, but it's your body and your decision and…"
This beautiful boy really really loved her. Rachel's heart swelled until it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest and attack Finn itself. Before it got the chance she launched herself into Finn's arms cutting off his rambling.
"Finn, that is the sweetest thing that I've ever heard" she placed a gentle kiss to his lips, "and it means so much to me to know that you care as much as I do" another kiss to the side of his neck, "but if you think that I don't want you to touch me every bit as much as you want to then you're extremely mistaken."
Finn searched her face for any sign of doubt, and finding none hungrily attacked Rachel's mouth with his own. He reached out for Rachel, intending to pull her into his lap much like he had the night before when she stood up, stopping him. He nearly stopped breathing when she moved in front of him to kneel between his knees. Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap.
"In spite of what I just said, I actually wanted to touch you this time…if you want me to."
"Um, yeah, that'd be great, if you really, um, want to. You don't have to." His words jumbled together, it was oddly adorable and arousing. The want in his eyes spurred Rachel on, giving her the courage to undo his belt buckle and zipper. Finn raised his hips, shimmying his pants down. As Rachel reached for the waistband of his boxers, she realized that she had never seen this part of Finn before, the curiosity raged in her mind until she pulled the waistband down, freeing him.
Rachel knew that Finn was rather large. She should have realized that would apply to him everywhere. It was kind of scary to think of how she was about to perform the task she had in mind. It might not even fit, and what if she wasn't any good at this? She was so wrapped up in her thoughts and staring that she hadn't even realized she had spoken aloud.
"You really don't have to do it if you don't want to Rachel, there's no pressure. But you're Rachel Berry, you're good at everything, you're the best at everything."
His genuine words, and the gentleness in his eyes made her decision for her. She was Rachel Berry dangitt, and she absolutely could do this! So she lowered her head, slowly taking the tip of him into her mouth. It's strange how something so hard could be so soft, and smooth. It was warm, and tasted slightly salty but it wasn't unpleasant. It tasted like Finn. She pushed forward, taking more of him into her mouth, then pulling back dragging her tongue up the length of him.
"How am I doing?" she breathed against the tip before she lowered again, gazing up at him through her lashes.
"Freaking…amazing…you…lips…amazing…" he panted out, barely making any sense at all.
A surge of confidence led her to dip lower, taking as much of Finn as she could possibly fit down her throat, and she began to hum. Mere seconds later Finn was tugging on her shoulder, but before she realized what that meant, hot liquid was shooting down her throat. Well at least it didn't taste bad.
"Oh my God Rachel" Finn scooped the tiny brunette into his arms, cradling her into his chest and placing feather-light kisses everywhere he could reach. "That was, I don't even have words for that, just wow."
Rachel smiled to herself and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I take it I did good?"
"I told you, Rachel Berry is the best at everything." He grinned taking her cheek in his hand and placing the most tender of kisses on her lips, "and I love her so much."
"I love you too" Rachel smiled, falling into the embrace of her lover, or friend, or boyfriend, or whatever he was to her. That didn't matter right now; they'd figure it out soon enough. All that mattered was that he loved her, and she loved him. Nothing would ever change that.
As always I hope you enjoyed! Reviews and Criticisms are welcomed! If interest continues I'll probably keep going with this story!
