Chapter 7: Deux Amoureux (The Lovers)
i.
The night is still young.
The air is filled with the glamorous smell of blue lilies, campanula and freesias; crickets' symphony breaks through the tranquility as the waning moon paints the garden with a haunting shade of silver light.
She's sleeping now, with her head resting on his chest, their legs tangle – silky bonds of the tired bodies – her breathing as light as ever. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest – he feels the movements of the lovely chest he has come to worship as she lets out content sighs in her sleep. He has his arms around her, one hand stroking her hair and he breathes in the smell of it – the magical combination of that of sunlight and the atmosphere around them. The dress is still on her body, pushed up around her waist – it sparkles as the moon teases them with its light.
ii.
He looks into her eyes and searches the deepest corners of his sick mind to find the power to resist her – to do what is right. What he should do.
But she's touching him now –oh, she has her hand on his bulge. She has her lips on his; now kissing him with more passion and a new – found – boldness. He tries to fight it , the ever – so – noble and right – hearted Finn Hudson tries to fight against his own lust, to save the few untouched and perfect piece of his soul – his last attempt at running away from loving the one Rachel Berry.
He doesn't win. He doesn't want to, either.
He's kissing her back – their tongues meet. He flips her on her back and slowly, almost too slow, places wet kisses along her bare shoulder, her neck and he bits on her soft skin, then sooths it with his tongue. She lets out soft moans, urging him as her hands roam over his back.
He pulls her dress down around her waist and gently kneads her breasts as he takes one of her pert nipples into his mouth – twirling his tongue and bites on it.
"Finn…" – Rachel sighs and bites her lips. His name on her lips is always so heavenly.
He remains silent as he grows bolder with each sound Rachel makes – he caresses her thigh while sucking at her breasts. Her lively legs part as his hand locates what it seeks, and on the face of his lover is a dreamy, pleasure expression as he pushes his fingers inside of her.
The dark silhouettes of the trees cover the two lovers who are swimming in a sea of unbridled, pure ecstasy.
"There's…ah…not much…time…" – She pants.
"Condom?" – He asks as he lines himself at her sweet entrance.
"I'm on the pill."
He tentatively pushes into her, but she wraps her legs around him now and he lets his lust come over.
He keeps kissing her as he sets up a quicker pace – the delicious sound of wet skin against wet skin mixes with the two lovers' panting and moaning.
"Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime…" – He repeats the words into her ear as he keeps his rhythm – but then faster and harder.
He tries to print all the images, the sounds, the senses, the tastes, the smells of her and this very moment in his mind; he memorizes the way her chest heaving as she breaths, the way her eyes turn dark with lust, the way her skin glow as the moon shines upon them. She's like a mirage – too beautiful to be true. He bites down on one of her nipples and licks it before moving up to her neck.
She lets out a small scream as she comes.
He spills into her seconds later – and after a few more thrusts, he pulls out and he lets a never – before exhaustion takes over as he holds her in his embrace.
iv.
"Hey."
"Hey" – He smiles at her as she sits up and kisses him.
"You were incredible." – She kisses the tip of his nose.
"Merci."
"Hmm, I love it when you speak French." – She rests her forehead against his as she kisses his lips.
"Tu es belle (You are beautiful)" – He maneuvers to flip them over then kisses her forehead – "Tu es extraordinaire (You are extraordinary)" – He kisses her neck and bites her ear lobe – "Tu es merveilleuse (You are marvelous)."
Time seems to stop as he has her in his arms – he wishes time could stop. She's no longer a vision – he has touched her and felt her, in the most glorious way of it all.
"Rachel? Sweetie?" – Her father's voice echoing from afar brings him back to reality.
"Oh my God! Oh no!" – Rachel pulls her dress up quickly and tries to fix her look as she stands up.
"Finn! Go, you can't let them see you with me! Here's the key to the back door! Go, now!"
"But I haven't given you your birthday present." – Finn holds her hand in his and is mesmerized by her beauty as they step out from the outside room – moonlight sparkles in her hair and in her eyes.
"Rachel?" – Leroy's impatient calling keeps getting louder.
"My Dads will be out of town for the whole weekend, I'll see you then. Please, Finn, go." – She pushes him towards the old iron door.
"Wait!" – Suddenly she turns him around – "Embrasse – moi."
He smiles brightly before tilting her chin up and kisses the soft rose –like lips of his dearest lover and exits with a heavy heart.
"Romeo, oh, Romeo." – Finn chuckles as he walks away from the garden – from the heavenly silhouettes of the thin leaves, from a moon waning to crescent and swears to the moon that he's never been happier.
And in the perfect tradition of a movie, rain begins to fall. Tiny, sparkling water drops touching the pavement – Finn looks up and watches in amazement as the dimming street light makes the water drops look like little flying moths.
"I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love…"
v.
They decide to go out of town the next day. Destination: Catskills, New York.
She's fascinated by his ivory – colored 1956 Morris Minor 1000 as soon as he brings it out from the garage. She hops in quickly, with a not so careful manner like before. Her blue high – waist fluffy skirt hikes up as she plops down on the passenger seat – he sees the smooth, lively warm skin of her thighs. He puts a hand on the expanse of skin; she hits his hand and pushes it away as she keeps on asking him with a sheer excitement about the "lovely" car.
vi.
The drive to Catskills took him longer than he thought.
She demanded to switch seats every 30 minutes. At the beginning of the trip, she was more than happy to sit next to him in her passenger seat with her hand on his thigh, and though he insisted her not to, she pulled the window down and almost scared him to death with her practically climbing out of the car and screaming "Good morning, New York!" for a good 1 minute. When she pulled back in, her cheeks were flushed, sweats were forming on her forehead, and her eyes were shining with joy and a childlike excitement.
The next thing he knew, she had successfully climbed to the back seat – kicking his face in the process. She laughed when her butt hit his face slightly, "Excusez moi!" She put both of her feet on the head of his seat, and started poking him with her bare feet while singing loudly.
"No matter what you do, I'm not stopping!" – Finn tried hard to drive properly and push her feet out of his face at the same time.
"Finn…"
His eyes caught hers in the rear mirror. She had her legs spread out, one hand touching her breast, the other creeping his way inside her panties.
Moments later, he found himself kissing her frantically with her on his lap, inside his car which rested under the shade of an old oak tree – the kind with its branches sprawling out and its leaves shimmering under the sunlight.
His tongue caressed hers as they fought for dominance with a perfectly – styled French kiss. He fondled her breasts with both hands, while she rubbed her cloth – covered pussy over his bulge. He pulled back to lick her neck then without warning, bit down hard on her shoulder. Rachel let out a moan and pulled his hair to get him back to kissing her, while he pushed her panties aside and freed himself from the all – of – a – sudden very tight jeans.
She started slamming down on him with a quick pace – she was never a patient person – but he decided to torture her with a slow rhythm. Soon, he couldn't fight his own raging lust anymore and started to thrust into her without hesitation. He watched as she leaned back on the head board of the car, with both her hands kneading her breasts, beautiful fingers pinching her nipples, eyes shut, sweats glistening on her bare chest. She opened her eyes and watched him pushing in and out of her, her white teeth biting her lips, in a failed attempt to control the moans which were getting louder and louder.
When it was over, she sat back up and kissed the top of his head, with his face resting against her glistening chest. He couldn't help but put a kiss on the valley between her breasts.
"Je t'aime" – He said against her skin.
"Show me".
tbc
A/N:
Thank you for all of your lovely reviews! Glee is coming back in 3 weeks and my life will get better soon(^v^).
So, guess what, I left a review on CJ's most recent ff, "Desire, deep, dark…", and she sent me a PM! OMG! It felt just like when I see a new Monchele candid! HEAVENLY!
But still, I wonder if she reads my ff or not, fingers crossed!
Anyway, this is my 1st time writing smut, and honestly, I know it will disappoint you(TT^TT). I'm really sorry! I'm trying to work on it, though. Maybe you'll see an improvement in my next chapter!
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