Neither spoke the next morning; they dressed in silence and left the cabin separately. Finn left first, making his way to breakfast slowly, hoping that maybe she'd come out of the cabin and catch up with him, but he was just sure that she wouldn't. Everything inside him screamed that he had to keep fighting for her, but he was starting to worry that it was a lost cause. Rachel stepped out onto the porch just in time to see him head down the path to breakfast, and part of her wanted to chase after him and throw her arms around him and say she loved him so much it hurt. But instead she stood there, watching him walk away, half afraid that if she kept letting him walk away one day he wouldn't come walking back. How could they be so broken when they loved each other so much?
It seemed like the day dragged, and he wished he could do something about it. They hadn't spoken all day, and he wanted so desperately to just talk to her; it felt like she was avoiding him, and now, as he watched her laughing at the edge of the lake while Puck threatened to toss her into the water, he felt like he'd wasted a great deal of time. It could be him scooping her up and carrying her deeper into the water while she shrieked and giggled. Maybe she hadn't missed him as much as he missed her after all. But then he caught sight of her staring at him, and he wondered what she was thinking. She offered him a weak smile, and though he was pretty sure he shouldn't, he felt a sudden surge of hope. Rachel waved at him in the distance, beckoning him to join the fun, and he raced out just in time to see Puck toss her out into the water. She came up with a splash, drenching Finn, and he reveled in the way she laughed and seemed so free from worries.
It was two in the afternoon, and Rachel was soaking up the sun by the lake, talking with Mercedes and Tina about how much she was going to miss the summer. They'd forgotten all about lunch it seemed, and Kurt brought her a strawberry banana smoothie from the restaurant; she thanked him quietly and stretched out on her towel again, the conversation turning to the idea they'd discussed at breakfast. She could hear Finn's voice from across the way, talking to Mike and Noah about football tryouts, and she swallowed hard; things would go back to the way they were the minute they returned to McKinley, and that was why she was losing. Quinn stepped into view, taking a seat on Noah's lap, and she wished that she could be curled up in Finn's lap, the way she used to when they were curled up watching movies or listening to music.
They had to leave the next morning, and no one wanted to go; Kurt and Rachel had come up with this idea at breakfast that they should make tonight a big deal because it was their last night. It was nice to see Rachel so excited about something, and he was thrilled when she suggested that he come with them on the shopping trip. Kurt backed out of the shopping trip at the last minute, claiming that he and Blaine were going to set things up for the evening. They suspected this was some sort of scheme to force them to spend time together, especially since everyone seemed to have a reason they couldn't do the shopping. So Finn found himself pushing a grocery cart behind Rachel as she went down a list, murmuring quietly to herself; he watched in silence as she reached for a box of graham crackers that were clearly too high in the shelf for her to grab before finally reaching out to help.
"Let me get those, Rach. How many boxes do you want?" He touched her arm, and, for the first time since the storm, she didn't pull away.
"Two boxes should be enough, but grab a third, please. I don't want to run out." She offered him a smile as he handed her the boxes. "Thank you for coming with me."
"Not a big deal." He smiled back, resisting the urge to pull her close and hug her tight. "You sure three boxes will be enough? Puck will eat a ton."
"Noah does eat a lot." She bit her lip, looking up at him for a moment before turning back to her list. "I guess we should get another box then."
"Rach…" She didn't look back at him, too afraid that the moment she did her resolve would fail.
When she didn't respond, he let out a sigh and tossed another box into the cart; why did it have to be so difficult? She kept doing that thing where she glanced over her shoulder and bit her lip like she had something she wanted to say but couldn't make herself say. Sometimes he wished he could see inside her mind, but he was pretty sure that it was full of set lists for future competitions, musicals, and Barbra Streisand. A part of him hoped that somewhere in there were thoughts of them together and thoughts of him. But maybe that was too much to ask. Rachel moved to the next aisle, and he had to pick up his pace to catch up with her. He found her standing next to the marshmallows, holding a bag in her hand, and, when he pushed the cart beside her, she tossed the bag into it with a sigh.
"I know we're broken." The words were a whisper, and she didn't look at him. "I'm just afraid we'll always be broken."
"Rach, you can't mean that." Her words stung, echoing with a kind of finality that made his heart ache. "We've got a shot."
"A shot at what, Finn? A shot at what we had last year?" Her voice was calm and even, and the way it took so much to make her raise her voice or get angry amazed him.
"I thought what we had was pretty good, Rachel; we were happy."
"We were happy all summer, Finn, and then school rolled around." He didn't understand, and he hated it. "Think about it. It all got complicated, and in the end we both got hurt. I don't want that again. Things are easy now, Finn, but they don't stay easy."
"I don't give a damn about easy." Rachel narrowed her eyes at the swear word, but he didn't care. "Rach, can't you see?"
"Don't do this Finn. I don't think you understand." She still wasn't looking at him. "For six months we pushed and pulled and messed everything up; don't you think that says something? Maybe we don't fit."
She fell silent, picking up two more bags of marshmallows and tossing them into the cart; tears stung her eyes, and she bit her lip hard to prevent herself from sniffling too loudly. There it was, out there in the open; she'd finally said what scared her the most. They'd both been so insecure that they'd fallen apart, and she was afraid that maybe they were always going to fall apart. It wasn't that she didn't want to be with him; she was just so tired of hurting. How many times can one girl put her heart on the line just to get it broken? She loved him so much that it hurt, and she wanted to tell him.
"That's not true, you know." He reached out to touch her shoulder, and she pulled away. "We fit; we belong together. Didn't you feel it? The other night, didn't you feel it?"
"That was a mistake, Finn. I shouldn't have come to your room, and I should not have been in your bed."
"It wasn't a mistake, Rachel." His hand made contact with her shoulder, turning her to face him. "You and I being together like that; it could never be a mistake. Look at me, Rach. Look me in the eye and tell me you really believe that it was a mistake. Tell me you honestly didn't feel the way we belong together."
"Finn, don't." The words were shaky, and he felt a pang of guilt.
"You can't tell me it was a mistake, Rachel, and you can't say we don't fit." He was pretty sure he had reached the point of pleading with the tiny young woman standing in front of him.
"Stop it." He was right, and she hated it; how was she supposed to be strong when he was so right all the time?
She threw the marshmallow bag in her hands at him, and it smacked into his chest because he was too busy staring at the way her lip quivered to bother blocking it; he was definitely the king of saying exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time. He could see the tears welling in her dark eyes, and it killed him; she seemed to vulnerable right now, and he felt like he was only making it worse. All he really wanted to do was pull her close and hold her tight, but that was out of the question right now; he was sure that if he tried it would only make her angry. She bit her lip hard, turning and walking away down the aisle as quickly as possible; he was torn between running after her and kicking over the stack of boxes standing next to him. Rachel was hurting, and he was hurting her, even if it was unintentional; he was the biggest asshole on the planet. He looked up, and she was gone; he knew that she couldn't have left the store, since they'd taken his truck, but he had no idea where in the store she'd be hiding.
She was so sick of fighting it; she loved him so much, and she wanted to be with him. Everything was just so broken, and she didn't know how to put the pieces together again. Standing next to the packages of chocolate bars, Rachel fought the urge to sink down to the floor and just cry. Santana had been right, and that morning the Latina reminded her of her feelings as they soaked up the morning sun; she'd been caught staring at Finn again, and Santana had absently mentioned that she really should be with him, since "No one makes Finnocence smile the way she did". Suddenly the tears started falling, and she wiped her eyes quickly. She was not going to cry in the middle of the grocery store.
"Rach, I'm sorry." Finn's voice startled her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. "Rachel, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up here."
"It's alright." She swallowed her tears, determined not to cry anymore in front of him. "Let's just finish the shopping and get back."
"Rach, can we talk about this though?" His voice was soft. "Not here, I mean."
"Finn, I…" Her voice seemed to be leaving her, and she bit her lip.
"Please." The word fell from his lips in a whisper, and she nodded slowly, not sure why.
She silently put several packages of chocolate bars into the cart, blinking furiously to prevent the tears from falling. Rachel had never felt so torn and mixed up, and it felt like her brain and her heart were going to overload. Sometimes she wondered if it was worth it, any of it; was loving someone so much really worth it when it hurt so much? She could feel him watching her, and she almost wished he'd just stop; a small sigh left her lips, and she went back to the list in her hand, checking off the things in the cart. He didn't mean to stare, but staring at her had become second nature, a habit he just couldn't break; he stared because she was beautiful, inside and out, and he stared because half of loving Rachel Berry was just watching her. He stared right now because he wanted to figure out what to do. He kept hoping something would give him a clue as to how to fix this mess. Rachel was now shopping in silence, only speaking if she needed to ask him something about the list.
They left the store in an awkward silence, and he offered to carry all the grocery bags; she let him, though she could do it herself, and she followed him to the truck slowly, unable to come up with more to say than thank you for the help. The ride back to the cabins was awkward, and he kept looking over at her in hopes that she would say something to break the silence; instead, she kept looking down at her hands in her lap, shifting nervously in the seat. Every now and then she would whisper something or mutter under her breath, but nothing he could actually hear. Once, when they were stopped at a red light, he thought he heard her say she loved him, but that was probably just wishful thinking.
The smell of cooking meat still turned her stomach, but she powered through it because she was really the only vegetarian in their little group; while there were tofu burgers as well, she eventually had to give up manning the grill to Puck, who wrinkled his nose at what he called the "freaky fake meat", and she wandered off to think. The sun was setting over the lake, and the small fire they'd gotten permission to build crackled quietly behind her; it was all so perfect, except for the one missing element. When they'd arrived back at the cabins, Finn had helped her unload their purchases, and the he'd vanished; she assumed he went back to their cabin, but when she checked he was nowhere to be found. Kurt told her he'd helped with the fire, but, as soon as it was lit and things were going, he was gone again. Rachel found herself worrying.
Hiding was immature and girly and so was crying, he kept telling himself, but he just didn't know what else to do. He was losing her, and while he was sure that life was supposed to go on even if you break up with someone, he felt like his was ending. He kept thinking about what she'd said in the store; had it really been so bad when school started back last year? Suddenly it hit him. He'd stood up for her once or twice, told her that he believed in her, but sometimes he did really stupid things. Like telling her that Santana was right about the way she dressed and not defending her in front of everyone in glee when they ganged up on her for the millionth time. Worst of all, he lied to her, and that was probably the thing he regretted the most. If he got the chance, he'd make it all up to her, but it felt like she was never going to give him that chance. He knew he should join the party, but without Rachel in his arms where she belonged, the fire seemed cold and everything seemed wrong.
"Finn." When she found him sitting alone on the pier, she couldn't help but feel like it was her fault that he was by himself; she called his name again. "Finn!"
"Rach?" He didn't turn around so she couldn't see the tears in his eyes; instead he kept watching the water, as if it would give him some kind of answer.
"What are you doing? Kurt and I went to all that trouble to plan this, and you are sitting out here." She whispered. "What's wrong?"
"I can't lose you, Rachel." After a silence that felt like it lasted forever, he blurted the words out without thinking. "I can't lose you."
"Finn, don't. I'm not going anywhere." She felt the tears stinging her eyes, and inwardly she cursed her weakness.
"You know what I mean." He glanced over his shoulder, and she could've sworn it looked like he'd been crying. "I can't lose you, Rach, and I can't lose us; I can't just be friends with you. I tried, and it doesn't work. I don't work without you. I tried to be 'Puck' for awhile because he doesn't get hurt, and he lives without you. That didn't work at all. Don't you get it, Rachel? I need you."
"Finn," her voice cracked.
"I love you Rachel, and I know you love me." She couldn't stand the way his voice was shaking, especially because she was pretty sure it was shaking because of her. "Please don't give up on us."
"I haven't given up, Finn." She whispered, taking a few steps forward. "I love you."
"Then why?"
"Because I can't hurt like this forever. I can't keep trying for something that just doesn't seem to work." The tears returned, and she hated it. "I want it to work, Finn; I miss you, and I miss us. But it seems like every time we try, something just messes it up again."
"Rach, we can make it work; I promise you." He finally stood up, turning to face her; the tears in her eyes killed him, and he couldn't resist pulling her to him and wrapping her in his arms. "I'll do anything to make it work, Rachel. It has to work."
"Why? Why does it have to work?" She didn't pull away, and he thought it was a miracle.
"I need you, Rachel. I need us. I'm so in love with you that you are the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I fall asleep; even when I was mad at you, you were all I thought about." He held her tightly, and he could feel her tears dampening his shirt. "I'm not me when I don't have you; you bring out the best in me. Without you, I'm all lost. You are my other half, Rachel; we belong together, and if I lose you, I'll be lost again. I don't want to be lost, Rach; I need you to find me."
"All I want is for you to be happy, Finn. All I've ever wanted for you is to be happy." Her voice was muffled by his chest.
"I was happy, Rach; with you, I was the happiest I've ever been, and without you, I'm just not." He pressed his lips to her hair, unwilling to let her go. "You make me happy, Rach, and I'll do anything, anything at all, to make you happy. Just come back. Please come back."
"I never left, Finn." She pulled back, teary eyes meeting his. "You sent me away, and I respected your space. But I never really left."
"Then stay, Rach. Please just stay." He bit his lip. "I need you to stay. I'll do anything, Rach, and I'll go anywhere; just be with me again."
"Finn…" She whispered his name, and he pulled her to him, wrapping her small body in his arms; her small hands gripped his shirt, as if she was afraid to let go.
"Don't cry, baby. Please don't cry." He leaned down, his lips pressed to her forehead. "It's going to be ok, Rach; we're going to be ok. I promise."
The fire was slowly dying, and he held her close, whispering 'I love you' in her ear; Puck had been throwing marshmallows at him from across the fire, at least until Quinn protested the waste, and when Rachel agreed, playfully stuffing a marshmallow in his mouth, he couldn't help but smile. It was the first time he'd seen her laughing and smiling with Quinn, and he's pretty sure that when the summer ended so would the tentative peace that's fallen over the club. Santana, Brittany, and Quinn are planning to return to cheering, and he can't blame them for going back to it. But tonight, this summer, everything was perfect; tonight they were a family, and they laughed and smiled together. He was still sort of in awe of the way she and Kurt put the night together. Rachel shivered in his arms, and he pulled her closer; he stuffed one more s'more into his mouth, ignoring the petite brunette in his lap as she rolled her eyes at him. He couldn't help but laugh at the way some things never change.
"The caretaker just came by, and apparently it's time to put the fire out." Kurt's voice filled the quiet air, and Rachel looked up at him with a half smile from her seat in Finn's lap.
"You don't think he'd give us a few more minutes?" It seemed silly to beg for more time, but she didn't want it to end just yet.
"I tried to get him to argue for a little more time, Shorty, but he wouldn't do it." Blaine laughed, gently nudging his boyfriend.
"I just hate that this is ending. This weekend is almost over, and summer is going to end soon too." She pouted, burying her face in Finn's chest.
"Come on, Rach, it's not like its then end of anything except a nice trip." He pressed his lips to the top of her hair. "We'll still have this when we leave. We'll still be friends, and we'll still have each other."
"I know." She whispered as she slid out of his lap to help with the clean up, and Finn stood to help Blaine and Puck put out the fire and move the grill back to where it belonged.
Twenty minutes later, Finn turned around to see Puck scooping Quinn up and carrying her over his shoulder toward their cabin, and he gave Rachel a wink. She smiled and blushed, but he could tell that she kind of thought it was sort of cute; they'd been an affectionate couple before, and they'd never been afraid to be touchy-feely. But they hadn't been like Quinn and Puck were, perhaps because when they were together before he was still insecure and wounded and she was still concerned that she wasn't pretty enough or popular enough for him. It seemed that when you are consumed by insecurities it's hard to enjoy being together, but this time it would be different. This time he'd tell her every chance he got that she was beautiful and that he loved her; this time he'd let everyone know just how proud he was to be with her. She promised herself she wouldn't worry about not being popular enough this time, and she wouldn't let the doubters bother her. This time things would be better for both of them.
"Rach…" He caught her from behind, sweeping her up in his arms. "Everything's all picked up and cleaned, babe. You ready to go back to the cabin?"
"I'm ready when you are." She was smiling as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Why the sudden urge to carry me around?"
"I just thought that maybe you'd like to not have to walk back the cabin. I can put you back on the ground if you want though." She shook her head, and a wide grin spread across his face. "It's going to be different this time, Rach, I promise. This time it'll be better."
"I know, baby." She buried her face in his neck, and he carefully began carrying her toward their cabin. "I love you."
He felt a sudden swell of pride as he gently held her against his chest; she was his girl again, though she'd insisted that she'd always been his girl. Holding her in his arms made him feel complete again, and he didn't give a damn if that was girly. She'd missed him so much, and she closed her eyes as he carried her back to the cabin, her fingers lightly trailing over his neck while her head rested on his shoulder. As he held her in his arms, he couldn't help but think about how tiny she felt and how desperate he always felt to protect her. He knew full well that she didn't feel the need to be protected; most of the time she declared that she was just fine on her own, but he felt as if it was his job to look after her, to take care of her and keep her safe. He was pretty sure that he'd failed at that job for a little while, but he wasn't going to fail her again.
"Rach, about the other night…" He whispered as they lay on the bed in the dimly lit bedroom, talking about how things that went wrong the last time they dated and how they were going to make it right this time.
"I'm sorry," she blurted out, her cheeks tinged pink. "I shouldn't have taken advantage of the situation."
"Don't be; I could've stopped you, but I didn't." He laughed softly; the idea of Rachel taking advantage of him was sort of funny. "Rach, you didn't take advantage of me. Nothing happened that night that I hadn't been dreaming about for months."
"Really?" Her blush deepened as she sat up slowly. "You dreamed about it?"
"Yeah, more often that I probably should have." He bit his lip, waiting for her to freak out and pull away, but instead she leaned in to kiss him gently.
"I dreamed about it too." She whispered the confession, and he swallowed, suddenly concerned that he hadn't lived up to whatever dream she had; he sat up slowly, pulling her into his lap.
"Is that so?" He gently brushed a chunk of her dark hair from her face with a soft smile. "I hope that I, um, y'know, lived up to… I mean, I hope I didn't disappoint you."
"You couldn't." She smiled, pressing her lips to his gently. "You couldn't disappoint me, Finn."
He swallowed, pulling her close to his chest as she kissed him again, and he felt her slender fingers tracing his jaw line slowly. She turned in his lap, moving so that she was facing him and her legs were slightly wrapped around his waist; her tongue gently grazed his bottom lip, and he granted it entrance, reveling in the taste of her against his tongue. His eyes fell closed, moaning gently at the feeling of her fingers lacing through his hair; when they separated, his eyes opened slowly, meeting hers, and it was like she was looking into his heart and soul. Sometimes he wondered what she saw when she looked at him like that. Her hips rocked as he pressed a soft kiss to her neck, and he wasn't sure who groaned the loudest, him or her; pleased with her reaction, he peppered her neck and bare shoulders with kisses, glad that she'd worn a tank top. She let out a soft whimper, her hands stroking down his chest, and he let his hands gently run along her sides, fingers coming temptingly close to her breasts. He ached to touch her again, but he didn't want to push her too far, not when they had just gotten back together.
She let out a soft moan, recalling the way he touched her before, and she pressed herself closer to him; Rachel felt her body tremble slightly, and she captured his lips in a soft kiss as his hands slid up along her sides, pulling his bottom lip into her mouth. Her eyes fell closed, and she sucked gently before releasing it, her hands sliding down his chest; when his hands paused just below her breasts, she fought the urge to bring them higher, the craving for his touch almost overwhelming her. His tongue gently parted her lips, slowly exploring her mouth, and she felt his hips rock upward slightly, drawing a moan from her lips. She felt her pulse quicken, and her breath hitched; his hands gently cupped her face, thumbs grazing her cheeks, and she let her eyes meet his again.
"Finn," she whispered his name. "Please, touch me."
"Rach, baby, are you sure?" He couldn't believe he was in this position again. "I don't want to rush you. I mean, I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything."
"Please." She took his hands in hers and guided them up her sides before letting them gently rest just below her breasts. "Touch me, Finn."
Biting his lip, he let his hands drift higher, cupping her breasts gently and letting his thumbs grazed the exposed skin just above her tank top; the memory of her soft skin against his palms was enough to cause him to harden beneath her. She arched slightly, pressing herself into his hands, and she let out a soft whimper. Taking it as encouragement, he gently caressed her for a moment before hooking the hem of her tank top; his eyes meeting hers, he silently sought permission to remove it, and when she nodded, he gently tugged it up and over her head before unfastening her bra and letting it fall off her shoulders. His eyes traveled over her exposed skin, watching as the deep blush traveled from her cheeks to her neck and chest, and he couldn't contain the soft groan of desire that escaped his lips. In a single motion, he swept her into his arms, maneuvering her so that she was on the bed, her dark hair splayed across the pillows, and he kissed down her neck and shoulder, pausing to nip gently at her collarbone and cause her to gasp.
"God, you're so beautiful. Rachel, do you realize how beautiful you are?" He whispered, as his need for her growing with every passing moment. "Let me show you how beautiful you are, baby."
Her body was alive with sensation. His kisses traveled lower, peppering the tops of her breasts as his fingers trailed over her soft skin, raising goose bumps; her eyes fell closed slowly, and small moans left her lips. Rachel let out a gasp as his lips captured her nipple, causing it to pebble against his tongue, and she felt her heart begin to pound in her chest. His thumb brushed her other nipple, flicking it gently before moving in slow circles while he lavished the nipple in his mouth with attention from his tongue; after a moment he switched, working her until she was writhing gently on the bed beneath him, whimpering his name. It felt so good, and she felt a sudden throbbing between her thighs, her arousal growing rapidly. Her trembling hands reached for his, pushing them down her body until they were at her waist, and she lifted her hips, silently begging for him to alleviate the powerful need that kept growing within her. She pushed his hands lower, slipping them beneath her skirt to her aching core and pressing them to the damp fabric of her panties; they moaned together at the evidence of her arousal.
A long finger pressed to her clit through her panties, rubbing in slow circles until she couldn't take it any longer, and she let out a loud moan; it was like music, filling his ears, and he was desperate to hear more. Slowly he tugged down her skirt and then her panties, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he stared at her for a moment, unable to tear his eyes away. He let his finger find her swollen bundle of nerves once more, continuing to work it as his lips began a slow trek down her flat stomach; his tongue flickered out to touch the tiny gold star at her navel, causing her to let out a soft giggle among the moans. He reached her hips, placing warm kisses on her hip bones, and his hands gently moved to part her thighs farther. His finger brushed her entrance, and she lifted her hips with a gasp.
"I've never…" His voice trailed off, a flush of pink on his cheeks. "I want to taste you, Rach."
He dipped between her thighs, letting his tongue gently run over her heated core, and a low moan rumbled in his throat at her taste. Her fingers gripped the sheets, and he licked her again and again, reveling in the way she moved her hips toward him; his lips brushed her swollen clit, and she let out a shuddering moan. Gaining confidence, he captured the tender nub with his lips, sucking gently at first until she was almost grinding herself against his mouth; he hardened almost painfully at her reactions, and eager to give her more, he plunged his tongue into her experimentally, a moan vibrating his lips as her taste flooded his mouth.
"Oh my god, Finn!" Rachel cried out in pleasure, her hips rocking against him, almost riding his tongue as it plunged into her over and over, and he curled it slightly, causing a moan to rip from her throat. "Yes, yes, yes…"
His hands slid beneath her, cupping her firm ass in both hands and pulling her to him; her hips rocked, and soon she was pretty much riding his face. It was like something he'd only seen on Skinemax, and he reveled in the way she was completely losing control and babbling nonsense. The petite young woman was so calm on the outside, and he felt like a god because he could cause her to lose herself. Suddenly he felt her slender fingers tangling in his hair, tugging gently, and he continued his oral assault on her trembling body as she tensed. He wondered if he could make her cum this way, and he focused his efforts on doing just that. His lips encircled her clit again, sucking harder this time, reveling in the soft mewling whimpers that eventually because full blown moans. Her body seemed to tense, her toes curling, and she gasped out his name. This was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and her trembling hands pressed him closer as his tongue suddenly plunged into her again. Her eyes fell closed, and she felt herself shattering around his tongue, orgasm overwhelming her; she could feel his movements become gentler as she rode out her climax, and her head fell back against the pillows.
"Finn…" She sighed his name as he kissed her softly, and she could taste herself on his lips.
Her hands shook as they moved swiftly to his waist, fumbling with the button and zipper of his shorts, and she closed her eyes as she pushed them off his waist; Finn backed off momentarily, pushing his shorts the rest of the way off, and when he climbed back on the bed, resting on his side beside her, he was caught by surprise as Rachel slid her hands down his chest. His eyes fell closed, a sudden moan escaping as her small hand cupped him, and he had to focus on anything but the feeling of her fingers moving against his erection to prevent himself from losing it right then and there. Her fingers slipped into his boxers, tentatively touching him, and he bucked into her small hand with a groan; she bit her lip, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking slowly, and he moaned louder than he meant to. Pulling in a breath, her eyes widened when he grabbed her wrist, and he swallowed hard. When he released her wrist, she hooked her fingers in the waist band of his boxers, tugging gently until they slid down his hips.
"Rach…" His voice was husky with need, but he fought for control, still concerned about rushing her. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, biting her lip and moving to hover over him; her hands still shook slightly as she pulled his boxers the rest of the way off his hips. Her lips brushed his, and she let her finger tips glide over his chest; she felt his length brush against her core, drawing out a long moan from both of them, and she rocked her hips gently. He lifted his hips, letting his tip slip within her, and his eyes fell closed, a husky groan fell from his lips. Moaning his name softly, she let herself sink down on him, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he filled her completely. He sat up so his back rested on the headboard, Rachel straddling his lap. He moaned at the change in position; gravity bringing her down fully onto him. His hips rocked up into her, matching the way she rocked into him, and he let his hands roam her body. Rachel trembled, and his hand slipped between them, brushing by her clit ever so often while she moved on him. Her lips brushed his, and she kissed him slowly and softly, her slender fingers gently running through his hair. She moaned into the kiss again, her hips rocking with his, and she cried out his name.
He knew he couldn't last much longer, and every movement Rachel made sent him closer and closer to his peak. His arm wrapped around her holding her to his chest as his upward thrusts became almost erratic, and he allowed his hand to add more pressure to her sensitive nub. Teetering on the edge, she gasped out his name, her fingers lacing through his hair and tugging gently. Her body shuddered, each touch sending another jolt of pleasure through her. Her hands slid down his neck and shoulders. Her small frame trembled with her orgasm, and her lips pulled from his to moan out his name. He could feel her body tense, relax, and move uncontrollably all at the same time. It didn't take long for Finn to join her; feeling her tighten around him, and seeing her pleasure stricken face was enough to send him flying over the edge with her. Her name fell from his lips as he gave her all he had, his fingernails grazing her back slightly as his own orgasm flooded him.
"Finn, that was so…" Her voice faded out as she collapsed against him, burying her face in his shoulder.
"I love you, Rachel; I love you so much." He pressed his lips to the top of her head, holding her to his chest.
"I love you too." Her voice was soft and sweet, and she offered him a slow smile.
She trembled in his arms, and after a long while their bodies untangled; Rachel curled up against him, his arms holding her close, and he smiled softly. He gently brushed her hair out of her face, pressing a kiss to her temple, and he felt her relax against his chest. She snuggled closer to him, feeling herself drifting off; his arms wrapped around her, and he closed his eyes. He finally let himself fall asleep with the knowledge that the storm had finally passed, and they were together again.