She feels him tighten his grip around her waist from behind and she smiles, stretching and opening her eyes.
"Good morning, my shining star," Finn whispers, sliding the hair out of her face and kissing her cheek.
Rachel turns in his arms to face him, weaving her leg in between both of his and her arm around his waist, pulling him into her, their faces almost touching. She presses against him, melting into him, trying to get as close as possible. If you ask her, she can never be close enough. Even the skin now separated by the fabric of their clothes drives her crazy. She needs to feel every inch of him against her, always.
"Every morning I wake up in your arms is a good one," she replies, kissing his nose sweetly.
He grins lazily as he drowns in the deep chocolate of her eyes, marveling in the way they sparkle beneath her long lashes. She's so incredibly beautiful he wonders how she could be real. His eyes drift down to the beauty mark on her cheek and he kisses it. If you ask him, she's an angel, his guardian angel. Rachel saved him in more ways than he ever thought possible. He's the luckiest guy in the world to have an angel all to himself.
"Lucky," he mumbles before catching her lips with his.
She giggles. "What?"
"Nothing, I just…" he trails off, his eyes drop down to her lips again. "I love you so much, Rach," he says, his tone suddenly serious. "I don't know what I'd be doing… or what kind of man I would be if I didn't… If you hadn't…" He swallows, blinking back tears.
Rachel holds his face with her hands, pulling him towards her so she can place kisses on the outer corner of his eyes, silently telling him not to cry, silently telling him that she needs him just as much as he needs her; that she doesn't ever want to think about where and who she would be without him and he shouldn't either. They're together now, forever.
Forever. Her left hand travels to his right shoulder blade, running her fingers along the soft skin and picturing the mark he has there. Her mind wanders back to a night she barely remembers but will never forget…
"Are you sure this is the place, Rach?" Finn asks, glancing around the sketchy neighborhood. They've never been in this part of the city before. He slides his hand in his pants pocket to verify that his wallet is still there. It is.
She double checks the address before answering. "Yup. This is it." Rachel sighs. "And it better be worth the trek, Noah Puckerman," she adds under her breath.
Finn climbs the steps first, turning to face her at the door. "Are you coming?"
"Yeah…" Rachel hesitates. "Yeah, of course," She adds, nodding. "I'm just kind of nervous. It's my first big party."
He jogs back down the steps to where she's standing, taking her hands in his. "It'll be fun, babe, I promise," he says, bringing her hand up to his lips and giving it a sweet kiss. "Did I tell you how hot you look tonight?" He adds, checking her out from head to toe. He loves her in skirts.
"Finn!" She chastises before her lips break into a grin. "And no, you did not."
He whistles, loudly and it echoes in the alley way. "You are too hot to handle, baby. I don't know how I'll be able to keep my hands off of you tonight."
She grins, salaciously. "Who says you have to?" Slapping him playfully in the chest, she grabs his arm and pulls him up the stairs and through the door.
The music hits them first, the base loud and thumping, followed by the raised voices of drunk strangers laughing and shouting at each other over the music as lights of all colors dance and glimmer off of every surface. They scan the rooms in eye sight, assessing the area and searching for Puck. Though Finn has had his share of Puckerman parties, he's never been to a Puckerman "Welcome to New York City" party. And the only party Rachel's ever attended was the one she threw in her basement, raiding her dads' liquor cabinet and making a total idiot out of herself by clinging to her then ex-boyfriend and making out with her best friend's crush in a rambunctious game of "spin-the-bottle". It's their first visit to Puck's new apartment and though it is quite large, it is just as dirty and unkempt as the building it lies in. Paint is peeling off of the walls; the floors are wet from spilled drinks and dirty from tons of foot traffic. There are enough people to pack the place like a sardine can, but, no one seems to care. In fact, pretty much everyone here seems to be having a great time chatting, laughing, dancing and drinking their cares away. Finn recognizes one of Puck's roommates from his Facebook picture amongst the crowd.
"Hey man, I'm Finn," he says, shaking the roommate's hand. "This is Rachel. We're Puck's friends from Ohio. Have you seen him?"
A moment passes before Finn clears his throat loudly to gain the guy's attention. Apparently he's too busy ogling Rachel to give them an answer, which really pisses Finn off. He grips Rachel's hand tighter, tugging her closer.
"Uh, yeah. Kitchen," the roommate replies, speaking solely to Rachel.
"Thanks," Finn mutters sarcastically. "My wife and I appreciate it," he adds, clenching his jaw and evil-eying the guy as he pulls Rachel towards the kitchen. He is definitely not letting her out of his sight tonight.
The kitchen is just as crowded as the rest of the house, if not more. If this were the wild, the kitchen would be the 'watering hole'. It's littered with every type of alcoholic beverage possible – beer, liquor, wine, punches and champagne.
Finn pours Rachel a cup of jungle juice because it's pink and has fruit in it and grabs a beer for himself from the closest cooler.
They find Puck chatting up a scantily clad girl with a tray of jello-shots. "Well, look what we have here!" Puck slurs, sloppily hugging Rachel and fist bumping Finn. "I didn't think you had the balls to venture out here, Finn-gina. What do you think of my first attempt at an NYC rager? Nailed it, didn't I?" He glances over at the shot girl, wagging his eyebrows. "Not the only thing I'll be nailing tonight."
Finn laughs along with Puck until a stern look from his wife shuts him up. "You are deplorable, Noah. I see LA wasn't able to tame the beast."
"You know damn well that no female is able to cage this animal, Berry. I was born to be wild!" He yells, throwing his head back and howling like a wolf.
Someone stumbles into Rachel, shoving her forward a bit and Finn grabs her arm, righting her. "Who are all these people, Puck?"
Puck shakes his head. "Beats the fuck outta me. Not my fault my reputation precedes me. Word travels fast about Puckerman parties," he declares, clinking his beer with Finn's. "Well, I'd never admit it but I may be glad you guys came." Puck turns and slaps the shot girl on the butt, grabbing three shots off of the tray. "Thanks, baby. I'll see you later," he says to her, grinning.
Rachel rolls her eyes as Puck hands them each a shot.
"Thank you, Noah." Rachel crinkles her nose as she takes a whiff of the shot. "What is this?"
"Jello made with vodka instead of water. You'll like it. Just shut up and eat it," he says, noticing her hesitancy and nudging her hand up to her mouth. "Let loose once in a while, Berry," he demands, winking discreetly at Finn."Cheers, bitches."
She eyes Finn over the shot and he shrugs, nodding, so she downs it without hesitation. "Mmm.. that was actually really good! I want another!" She offers Finn her finest pout and he laughs, handing her his shot and grabbing another beer from the cooler.
He's lost track of how many shots she's taken or how many cups of jungle juice she's downed. She doesn't seem to care though, standing on the nearest table and moving her body to the beat of the music. The alcohol in her hand that's not yet in her veins spills sloppily over the edge of the cup and onto the table. She doesn't notice. She's too busy eye fucking her husband.
He's leaning against the counter, sipping on his fifth (or is it sixth?) beer, his eyes trained on her. He's so mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the shake of her ass that he's oblivious to the drunk bimbo that trips in front of him until her cold, pink drink soaks into his clothes, snapping him out of the trance.
"Oh, come on!" He snaps, annoyed, wiping at his shirt.
"I'msosorry," she slurs, hiccupping as she stumbles past him.
He finds some paper towels to mop up the mess on his shirt because he's pretty wet now. "Fuck it," he mumbles, aggravated. He thinks he's not drunk enough for this so he downs his beer, turning back towards Rachel.
But she's gone. Finn glances around the room, using his height to his advantage and frantically searching for her until someone pinches his butt. He really hopes it's -
"Rach, I was worried," he sighs, relieved to face a grinning Rachel. "Don't d-"
"I got you another beer," she interrupts, waving the beer around. He reaches for it.
"Nope, you can't have it yet," she taunts, holding it out of his reach. Her eyes locked on him, she slips the beer into her mouth, cap and all, sliding her mouth up and down the neck of it suggestively, releasing it with an audible pop. "If you want it, come and get it…" She calls, backing away from him into the crowd, with a huge, playful smile and a wink.
"Rach!" He calls, grinning and shaking his head, all former worries disappear as he ventures into the crowd after her. Finn follows her until she stops in a corner of the room, her back against the corner, beckoning him closer with a wag of her index finger.
When he's close enough, she drops his beer and it rolls along the ground away from them, forgotten. She grabs his wet shirt and yanks on it, pulling him down so that she can whisper in his ear as his oversized figure obscures her from the rest of the party. "I want to show you something."
Rachel keeps one hand on his shirt as her other hand finds his. She guides their hands down under her skirt, rubbing his fingers in her slick, wet folds. Finn's eyes practically bug out of his head in shock.
"This is what you do to me, Finn," she whispers seductively in his ear.
"Rachel! Holy shit!" He exclaims, leaning back to look at her face. "Where is your underwear!?" His wide eyes shift from side to side to ensure no one is watching them, his fingers still inside her folds.
"I took it off when I went to the bathroom an hour ago," she replies, grinning and biting her lips as she uses his hand to play with herself.
Finn's mouth falls open in shock. Deep in the back of his mind he's briefly outraged his wife was just dancing on a table at a party in a skirt sans underwear. But all coherent thoughts vanish when she tugs him down further, gripping his hand tighter and moving his fingers around to coat them completely in her juices before rubbing them roughly on her most sensitive spot, eliciting a moan from her lips. Finn's once wide eyes grow dark and lustful and his lips find hers, his tongue snaking its way into her mouth. She takes like fruit and vodka, now mixing with the beer on his breath. He kisses his way to her neck to suck on it between his heavy breaths as he (hopefully) discreetly pleasures his wife in a room full of strangers. Rachel lets go of his hand and spreads her legs further apart, silently welcoming him to explore her further. She gasps as he slips two fingers inside of her up to his knuckles, stretching her.
"Ohh, Finn," she moans, as he switches to the other side of her neck, biting it and dragging his tongue along towards her jaw line in route to her lips.
"You are so fucking wet, Rach," he whispers before kissing her roughly, his fingers pumping in and out of her easily as she closes her eyes and moans in pleasure when he curls his fingers inside of her. He grabs her hand not attached to his shirt and places it on the growing erection in his pants. "Touch me," he demands.
She obliges, squeezing him through his jeans before slipping her hand inside and tugging on him as best she can underneath his clothes, wanting him to feel as good as she does.
"Finn," she mumbles. Rachel waits until his eyes find hers as she releases his shirt and reaches down, grasping his hand, sliding it out of her. She brings his fingers up to her lips, running them along her bottom lip before sticking them in her mouth and sucking them clean, her eyes still locked with his, her other hand still stroking him.
Before she has a chance to react, he rips her hand out of his pants, tugs her skirt down and drags her across the room, through the party and out the front door. She heads towards the stairs, anticipating them leaving the building but he stops and shakes his head in silence before climbing the stairs in the other direction, pulling her in tow.
They make it to the roof in what seems like seconds, the alcohol and their primal instincts taking over. He throws the door open and she walks ahead of him as he props the door open with a brick to avoid getting locked out. Neither of them speaks until they're at the ledge of the building, overlooking the city, the air around them buzzing with life.
She turns to him, lust and stars in her eyes. "Fuck me; right here, right now; over the best city in the world."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons his jeans and yanks them down. Finn turns her around, bending her over the ledge, hiking up her skirt and pushing into her, knowing she's already wet and ready for him. Her hands grip the cement ledge as he uses her skirt as an anchor to pound into her relentlessly, skin slapping against skin as pure ecstasy courses through their veins.
He pauses for a moment, absorbing the view of his wife bent over and taking him from behind with all of Manhattan as the backdrop. It's glorious. Leaning over her, his chest against her back, his hardness still inside her, he kisses her neck. "This is our city, babe." He stands back up, his hand extended to hold her still by the back of her neck. "Ours," he growls, punctuating the word with a pound into her.
Their screams of pleasure not lost in the bustle of the city echo throughout the alley below.
Rachel insists they don't return to the party. "Absolutely not. Puck will know I was just thoroughly fucked, Finn. I'd prefer not to endure his crude comments."
He laughs. "You know I love it when you talk like that, Rach," he says, pulling her closer into his side as they exit Puck's building. "Keep talking that way and we may just have to have round two on our rooftop!"
"And rounds three, four and five."
He raises his eyebrows in wonderment. "Oh yeah?"
"Well, there are four sides of the building, which equal to four different views of the city. I can't just choose one. If we're going to do it again, we have to do it right."
He nods, a huge smile adorning his satisfied face. "This may be the only time I don't mind you being such a perfection person, babe."
"Perfectionist," she corrects, shaking her head in amusement.
They walk in happy silence until Rachel suddenly stops short.
"What's the matter?" Finn asks.
She gestures with her head toward a place on their right.
His eyes narrow, questioningly. "What..? You can't be serious."
She nods, determined. "Beyond serious, come on. We'll do it together," she says, marching away from him.
"But, Rach! We've been drinking. This is probably not the best idea!" He calls after her. He sighs in defeat when she disappears inside and reluctantly follows her in.
Her fingers trail along the scripted word on his shoulder blade. Forever.
He knows exactly what she's thinking. "Forever," he whispers as he ghosts his fingers over the similar print on the skin below her right hip bone. Yours.
"Yours," she replies, gently pushing him over so that she can climb on top of him. Her eyes droop closed and her lips find his blindly, passionately. She kisses him, willing every ounce of love out of her body and into her kisses and caresses as her hands roam free into his hair and down along the muscles of his chest. Their bodies heat up in anticipation until the alarm on Rachel's phone blares loudly, cutting through their ignorant bliss.
Rachel glances at the clock before kicking into panic mode. "Oh my Barbra! I'm going to be late! I can't be late for this workshop!"
Finn groans in disapproval as Rachel jumps off of him and hustles around the room gathering her things. She runs into the bathroom, mumbling a list of things she needs to bring with her to the workshop today and slams the door behind her. Finn sighs and rolls over in disappointment as he hears her turn on the shower. This was so not how he planned on starting the day.
The bathroom door opens to reveal a fully naked Rachel. She cranes her index finger, beckoning for him to join her. "I've got ten minutes. Think we can be quick?" She questions with a wicked smirk.
He's out of bed and stripped of his boxers before she even finishes her sentence.
Yup, he's the luckiest guy in the world.