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A/N: Open a window because it's about to get steamy.

Chapter Eight: Rendez-Vous

He was buzzing with energy that night; the kind of kinetic energy that would not dissipate no matter what he tried to do to distract him. He wailed on the drums for hours after talking to Rachel and it did nothing to alleviate the adrenaline that was still coursing through his veins. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he found solace in the music that he created, allowing Rachel and their budding romance to be his muse for the evening. The drumming was fast-paced and exciting; just like his relationship with her.

Throughout dinner he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He was grinning like an idiot during the entire meal, stealing glances at her from across the table and hoping he went unnoticed by his family. Every time she looked up at him and caught her staring her face would be aglow with a rosy blush that made his heart race. His parents were blissfully unaware of the secret exchanges that were occurring under their noses and Kurt was completely silent during the meal. Carole assumed that his good mood was a reflection of her superior cooking skills since he wolfed down about three plates of her fried chicken before the meal was done.

Rachel decided to spend the evening studying in the dining room, so Finn chose to watch TV downstairs with his family that night so he could keep an eye on his girlfriend. Just the memory of their kiss ignited something powerful inside of him, and he felt like he could conquer the world every time they made eye contact. She gave him back the strength that he thought he had lost this past November, after all of his dreams had been flushed down the toilet.

She retired early that night; packing up her books and giving everyone in the family a kiss on the cheek before heading upstairs to bed. Her lips lingered on his skin for the shortest of seconds before she backed away with a smile and retreated to her room. He followed shortly after, the excitement of the day still fueling his vigor as he decided to play some video games to let off some steam. There was no way he was going to fall asleep when he still felt like he could run a marathon and win.

Standing in the hallway outside of his door, he turned and stared at the closed door at the far end of the hall; Rachel's bedroom. The door was closed but a sliver of light peeked out from the bottom, informing Finn that she was still awake. It would be so easy to just span the length of the hall and knock lightly on her door. Maybe he could sneak in another one of her addictive French kisses before bed?

He shook away the thought, citing it as a death wish waiting to happen. Keeping the relationship a secret was the easy part; the hard part was finding opportunities to spend time together at home where they were most vulnerable. She was only yards away from him but the distance felt like miles; the obstacles of their relationship constant roadblocks on their route to romance.

Entering his room, he left the door ajar as he turned on his monitor and checked Facebook and his email. He fooled around on the computer for a while; hearing the rest of his family retreat to their rooms for the night as his insomnia continued. When the desk clock next to his bed flashed midnight he knew he had to eventually get to bed or else he would be a zombie the next day at school.

The room was dark as he slid into his sheets, his mind still racing over Rachel and their secret relationship. Now that he didn't have to deny his feelings about her anymore they were stronger than ever, and the urge to see her was becoming too strong to ignore.

A noise startled him out of his light rest as he heard his bedroom door creeping open. He turned around to see who was entering the room and he could see the slim silhouette of a short, curvy body creeping inside. She shut the door behind her lightly and tiptoed over to his bed.

"Rachel?" He asked groggily. He pulled back the sheets and allowed her to slip into his bed, her body warm and soft as it pressed up against him.

"I can't sleep," she whispered into his embrace. The room was pitch black and the only thing he could hear was the soft sound of her voice and the pounding of his own heart. "I miss you."

"I can't sleep either," he wrapped his arms around her midriff and her pajamas were silky and smooth. He curled his fingers into the material and pulled her in for a soft, delicate kiss. The feeling was pure bliss as she sighed and reciprocated. "You shouldn't be in here, though. What if we get caught?"

"Shh," she said, silencing his worries with another kiss. "We have secret rendez-vous, for secret boyfriend." He cupped the side of her face softly, brushing his thumb along the curve of her jaw. Her lips parted as she gazed up at him, his eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of light until her shape became clearer to him.

This was so wrong; she shouldn't be in here, breaking the rules so openly where they could get caught. A rush of adrenaline shot through his veins as he thought about the danger they were in and he realized with a grin that it was kind of fun. His eyes were finally adjusting to the lack of light and he could see her dark hair fanning out across the pillows. He ran his fingers through it, noticing how soft it was as he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.

Her kisses were a drug to him now, and every time he thought he had satisfied his craving for them the need became infinitely more intense. Her lips were sweet, her kisses tender and achingly soft. She sighed blissfully under his caress and he gently parted her lips apart, so drastically different from the swift and passionate kiss that they had shared before. This time they had the opportunity to appreciate the feelings that arose in them; a sensual lightheadedness taking control and making the world into a hazy bliss of emotion.

Their tongues brushing against one another, he dragged his hands from her face and down towards her waist, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him. He knew that she could feel his erection through his boxers but he didn't care. She didn't seem to mind it as she began to slowly and tortuously grind her body against him, making stars flash before his eyes.

"Rachel," he groaned into her mouth, his voice gritty and low as she nibbled on his bottom lip. Her fists curled into his t-shirt as she continued to drag her body against his. His hands reached lower and rested on the soft swell of her hips, grazing the skin of her ass as she rocked against him once more. He was dangerously close to making a fool out of himself, so he gently pushed her away, creating some space between them as she sighed.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" She questioned softly, her whispers surrounding him in the darkness.

"It's too much," he breathed heavily. "You're making me lose control." Her responding smile was bright enough to break through the dark.

"I like 'zat," she responded, her voice sultry. The hands that were currently grasping his shirt went slack and started to trail lower down his chest until they were resting at the lip of his boxers. Inhaling sharply, it felt like every nerve in his body was shooting off sparks as she started to trail her nails along the sensitive skin of his hips.

It felt like she was slowly killing him.

"Rachel," he begged, not even knowing what he was begging for. His whisper was frantic and his body ached, hard and hot and pulsing with need. "I can't hold on for much longer," he was starting to panic as his vision went blurry.

"Shh," she cooed to him, her lips meeting his once more as the burn in his body became overwhelming. "Viens pour moi." He dragged his hands all over her skin now, without hesitation; his touches as frantic as the need that was becoming too strong to control. He had never felt such intensity before and she was barely even touching him! Rachel had him sitting in the palm of her hand and he was completely at her mercy.

Not that he was complaining or anything.

The tenuous hold he had over his emotions were starting to slip, and he held onto her body like a lifeline as his control went spiraling off the deep end. Their lips were still attached in a blazing kiss when she grazed her hands down the front of his shorts, brushing her hands against his erection, and he pulled away from her with a stifled cry as the simple motion made him lose whatever control he had left over himself as he came in his shorts. He could see stars flashing in his vision as his body spasmed, and he held her tightly against his body as he fell from the ecstatic heights.

His breathing was heavy, harsh and ragged as he shifted his body away from her, feeling messy and awkward and dorky and foolish as she sighed lightly next to him. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't even look her in the eye; she probably thought he was a loser of epic proportions for his lack of control and he definitely needed a change of pants. She was a sultry sexy vixen sent to the US to kill him, he was sure of it.

If she thought he was a loser, she definitely didn't act like it. She leaned over until her body was draped over his chest and gazed down on him with a cherubic smile on her face aimed directly at him. He had to reach up and cup her cheek in his hand, just to make sure she was real.

"You feel good?" She asked simply, tracing her fingers across the fabric of his shirt playfully. It took him another moment before he was calm enough to answer, and he choked his response as quietly as possible.

"Yeah," he said, still trying to catch his breath. "That was. . .wow."

"Formidable!" She squeaked lightly, laughing as she playfully kissed his nose. He was still reeling over what had just happened, so he didn't share her bright enthusiasm as the waves of pleasure still rippled through his body. She had barely even touched him and it was still the most intense sexual experience of his life.

If that's what fooling around with her felt like then he couldn't wait to have sex.

"But what about you?" He asked, looking up at her while she shook her head.

"Not tonight. I do 'zis for you." He reached for her and she obliged, meeting his lips once more in a kiss that almost rekindled the dying fire inside of him. Her hands curled around the sides of his neck, holding him close to her as a sudden wave of fatigue crashed over him.

It was way past their bedtime and that wasn't the only rule that they were currently breaking.

Breaking apart from her, he pulled the sheets away and dragged his body out of bed. He quickly put on his computer monitor to shine some form of light in the room as he hobbled over to his drawers and changed his pants. Rachel watched from the bed, amused, as she relaxed into his pillows. Her skin was glowing from the dim blue light coming from his computer screen, and the straps of her nightgown had fallen, revealing the creamy skin of her shoulders. He wished that she didn't have to leave, but if they were caught in bed together then their secret relationship would be the shortest one in existence.

"I must go," she said sadly, her voice still a whisper as he extinguished the small light once more and rejoined her on the bed. He pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead and feeling more connected to her than he'd ever felt with anyone in his life.

"But that's the best part about living with your secret girlfriend. I can see you whenever I want." She giggled lightly before lifting herself off of the bed, tiptoeing towards the door and peeking her head out to make sure that the coast was clear.

"Au revoir, Finn," she said simply, closing the door behind her and spanning the distance of the hall. He could hear her bedroom door shutting softly as the entire house became completely silent.

Sleep found him instantly and in his dreams Rachel was already there waiting for him.

He was exhausted when he woke up late the next morning; he thought he was still asleep when he saw the time on the clock and rushed out of bed hastily to get dressed. He was already late for first period and he panicked when he remembered the math quiz that he had to take second period. Thanks to Rachel and the distractions that she provided him the night before, he never had the opportunity to study.

He ran downstairs at light speed, just in time to see his mom and Burt walk towards the front door for work. They looked at Finn oddly as he descended the stairs in a rush.

"Sorry Mom, sorry Burt. I overslept," he said quickly as he tried to shove some leftover eggs into his mouth. Burt shook his head, disappointed while his mother smiled.

"No, that's okay, I'm actually glad you're here," she checked herself out in the mirror once before leaving. "We thought you had left already so we were going to drop Rachel off at school, she slept late as well."

"Oh," he choked out, trying to sound surprised. "She did?"

"Yeah, but now you can drop her off," she reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper, scribbling out a note and passing it to Finn. "Here, take this into school with you so you don't get in trouble." He shoved the late note into his pockets and tried to look anywhere but his mother's eyes as a gnawing sense of guilt started to eat away at him. She kissed him on the cheek once before following her husband out the door. "Have a nice day, honey!"

"Yeah, you too," he smiled at her with a wave as Rachel exited the downstairs bathroom, expecting Carole and Burt. She looked much happier once she realized that she was alone with Finn.

"Finn! You are en retard as well?" She asked, giving him a knowing smile.

"Yeah," he replied playfully. "Something kept me up late last night." He reached for her but she hesitated, looking around the house like she was nervous.

"Vos parents," she warned, but he shrugged it off with a grin.

"They're gone. They gave me this note so we won't get in trouble for being late." She nodded softly and he suddenly got a wicked idea in his head that refused to leave. Grinning like a madman, he walked over to the window to make sure that his parents were in fact gone for the day. He saw only his truck in the driveway and closed the blinds tightly before turning to face Rachel once more.

"We should cut first period," he said, feeling spontaneous and brave. Their actions from the night before had awoken something dangerous inside of Finn and everything about Rachel was about as addictive as heroin.

She was officially his new favorite drug.

"Quoi?"

"Skip it, you know?" She shook her head. "We choose to not go." Her eyes shot open from shock as she shook her head quickly.

"Mais non! We will be in trouble!" He held up the late note that Carole had given him with a lascivious smirk.

"No we won't, we have this," he looked at the clock and he knew that second period started at 8:45. As long as they were back in school by the time his math quiz started they weren't going to get in trouble. No one would ever have to know. "Come on, Rachel. We've broken every single rule of the house," he wiggled his eyebrows playfully and her resistance started to crumble right in front of his eyes. "Why shouldn't we start breaking the rules at school, too?"

She didn't answer, instead squealing loudly and leaping into his arms as he caught her and fell backwards onto the couch. Holding her around the waist, she straddled his lap in her ridiculously short skirt, giving him full access to her lower half while she wrapped her arms around his neck and met his lips for a deep and sensual kiss. His hands were splayed across the skin of her back, trailing lower and resting on the firm curve of her ass. He squeezed it and elicited a sharp exhale of pleasure from her as she tilted her head back. Attacking the skin of her neck, he nipped and suckled at the skin while she grinded her ass further into his crotch.

This time, however, he remained in control. She had taken care of him last night and now he had to return the favor. One of his hands left the soft skin of her back and trailed forward, grasping one of her breasts in his hands and giving it a light squeeze as he flicked his thumb over the nipple. The inhale of breath was so sharp that he thought he might have hurt her, so when he pulled away from her to look in her eyes, he didn't expect to see her eyes glazed over in pleasure.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, nipping the skin of her neck as he continued to hold her in their intimate position. She gazed down at him and the emotions that played out on her face were intense but unreadable. She shook her head and her voice was husky with need, making her accent thick and more sultry.

"I don't know. . ." she said, struggling to find the words. "'Ze feelings are too strong."

"I thought you said you've done this before?" He asked, confused. If she wasn't a virgin anymore, why would this be an issue?

"I make the sex but it never. . ." she trailed off, her eyes filling with tears. "It was not like this." A feeling of pride burst through him as he took in her flushed appearance and gasping breaths. She might not be a virgin, but she had never been properly pleasured before, and he was going to return the favor and show her exactly what she was missing.

Holding a breast in one hand and her ass in the other, he softly kneaded the skin, dragging his hands everywhere in his reach. He squeezed her chest lightly, fondling her breast as she mewled in pleasure and shifted her hips forward, creating a delicious friction that only fueled Finn's vigor.

Feeling bold, he shifted their bodies so she could lean back against the armrest of the couch. He placed her down gently, a hand still caressing her breast while her skirt started to ride up from the flurry of movement. With her head stretched back on the armrest of the couch, he hovered above her and let his hand slide up under her skirt, cupping her panties and making her eyes shoot open in ecstasy.

"Mon Dieu," she cried, her eyes rolling back in her head as he dragged his fingers down the front of her panties. Her legs opened slowly and he teased her, rubbing the fabric in soft circles as her legs opened more. He wanted to touch her, every single part of her, but they weren't ready for that yet. He wasn't ready for it yet and he wasn't even a virgin! "Je viens," she whispered, shutting her eyes tight as her body coiled in anticipation. With a ragged cry she seized underneath him, her legs squeezing shut around his hand as he continued to torture her with pleasure. Deep, heaving breaths were the only sound in his entire house as he sat up and gave her some space.

Her eyes were dazed and unfocused when she finally opened them, and she looked up at him with a smile that he wanted to cherish forever as she sat up and smoothed out her skirt. Her face was flushed red and her breathing was still heavy, but her smile was as bright as the morning sun that shone through his living room windows.

Holy shit, he said to himself as reality hit him like a ton of bricks. I just cut school and pleasured Rachel on the living room couch.

When did he decide that he had a death wish he wanted carried out?

While he was quietly panicking about getting caught sexing up the foreign exchange student, Rachel crawled forward and pulled Finn in for a kiss that made him forget what he was worried about. Her skin was practically glowing from happiness and she gazed at him for a long time without saying a single word.

"What is it?" He finally asked after being the center of focus for far too long.

"I understand now," she said, a beatific smile radiating off of her.

"Understand what?"

"'Ze bases!" she insisted. "'Ze rules." She took a deep breath before elaborating. "It is slow, oui, but it is intense. Exciting. Powerful." She reached over and cupped his cheek in her palm. "You feel everything."

"Yeah," he breathed, nodding his head in a trance as the look in her eyes had him hypnotized. "Everything." Her lips were on his for an instant, and if he hadn't taken a moment to glance at the clock then he probably would have spent the entire day kissing her and pleasing her with his hands.

Unfortunately they had already skipped first period, and if they didn't leave now then there would be no excuse that could save them from getting in trouble. With their late note tucked deep into his pocket, Finn gently broke apart the kiss and led Rachel out to his truck to get to school.

They arrived just as the bell rang, dropping the note off at the attendance office and making sure that no one was the wiser.

Now all he had to do was survive the day without his favorite new drug.

Merci mille fois, mes amis!

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