Author's Note: So here it is, chapter four. Things..move along in this chapter. I hope you will find it satisfying. I'm posting quite quickly after the last because I got to the ten review line quicker and so here we are.

Updating on this fic will likely work this way. I have the plot lined out and my muse is buzzing for it (I'm not promising that it will stay like this but I'm hopeful) – all I can tell you is that reviews harvest my creativity and I got all the tools handy, all I need is the inspiration. So long story short, you drizzle my little garden with your thoughts and opinions and I grow more chapters.

M-CONTENT WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX! You will know when. If you want to skip the sex look out of these symbols: "oOo" they will mark the graphic part.

Consider yourself warned.

Chapter Four

Every last molecule in Blaine's body was tingling and yearning for Rachel as they sat in the cab, the whole half an hour drive to Heathrow airport. He wanted to touch her so badly all his thoughts narrowed down to her skin, her hair, her lips and in which order to take off her clothes. He wanted to talk to her too but he could only think of obscene stuff, unable to focus on anything other than the fact that she was driving to a hotel with him. To have sex. Unless she changed her mind which he hoped she wouldn't.

He worried that her silence was meaning she was over thinking it but he caught her eyes and they were just as dark, her pupils just as dilated as his surely were. He knew she didn't want to get to anything in the cab and he understood although, frankly, he wouldn't have given a shit about anyone seeing. However, he respected her decision because it wasn't his intent to make her uncomfortable.

So he resolved tried to enjoy the build up and what kind of massive build up that was, he realized in the very brief moment when they got out the car and Rachel helped him unload the trunk. Their fingers brushed at the handle of his second suitcase and it felt like a bolt of lightning struck through his body, shaking him and making him gasp. It was only a touch, a tiny touch of their fingers. However the effect after waiting and restraining so long made it hard to collect himself.

He only got back to real time because the cabbie cleared his throat impatiently by the door, waiting for his money. Blaine payed him while Rachel waited with his luggage and the guy winked at him, wishing him a great night. Rachel looked after the car as it drove out of the curb and Blaine took over his suitcases, careful not to touch Rachel again or he would have to get her naked right on the sidewalk.

It was five in the morning but the hotel was open 24/7 so the two ladies behind the reception desk still smiled at them like they weren't all awake at an ungodly hour. They must have been the only guests in a while though because Blaine could see them hurriedly tugging away bright green mugs of most likely coffee.

Blaine checked him and Rachel into a room, paying for half a night because he would check out before 11 am and together, him and Rachel rode the elevator up to the room on the forth floor.

It was a plain elevator with a fully reflective surface on all walls. He could see them standing next to each other with a distance from all angles. It was awkward.

The kind of awkwardness that in his experience often preceded sex a la carte; one night stands when you were both aware it was going to happen but you didn't know the other person well enough to diffuse the tension with a joke or it wasn't the right time to start warming up with some crude talk yet. She was chewing on her bottom lip and he was frantically trying to think of something to say.

He'd had a million things he still wanted to ask her from earlier but faced with what they would hopefully do in a minute, he couldn't seem to remember any of it.

"Are you really sure?", he asked her and could've hit himself in the face just when he did. Her changing her mind was the last thing he wanted and there he was, prying on her. Or better inviting her to go back down and leave. Okay, really he was being a perfect gentleman and doing the honorable thing but if that would keep him from getting laid...well, it still would've been the right thing to do. Damn Quinn. This was all her fault, she always hammered it into his brain.

"Respect, courtesy, honesty and for heaven's sake, you never touch a girl when she's too drunk to tell left from right and you are forbidden to even breathe into her direction when she says no", she had preached when they were just starting to become friends and she learned that Blaine was kind of a notorious dater.

Rachel said nothing yet.

"You're not drunk either?", he asked, despite himself.

Shut it Anderson, he yelled internally, you're fucking it all up.

"I'm not too drunk, actually I think the fresh air and the cab ride sobered me up pretty good", Rachel said, her voice not giving anything away yet.

"But do you, um", Blaine started, "Do you still want to...?"

"Yes", she said, simultaneously with the bing of the elevator, arriving at the floor. She grabbed one of his suitcases by the handle, smiled shyly at him and rolled it after her to figure out where their room was.

He took a deep breath to steady himself, involuntarily shuddering while he pulled the second suitcase after him and followed her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so nervous before doing it. What was it about this girl that left him so bare and hopelessly green?

"Blaine?", she called him from a corridor to the right, "Found it"

"Okay", he said and to his shock it came out circa sixteen octaves higher than usual.

He cleared his throat and moved to where her voice had called from, finding her at the far end of the left wing corridor, waiting for him to let them inside their room with his key card. Blaine's heart was violently hammering against his ribcage. God, why was he so nervous?

The room smelled just as clean and neat as the rest of the hotel. The furniture was modern but not cold, thanks for the wood worked into the headboard and the other wooden elements to the tables and sideboards. The signature green drapes were slightly open, revealing the window front.

There was a balcony too but Blaine didn't really care about that. Their reflections in the pane were mirroring their actions as they set the suitcases down, slipped out of their shoes and took off their coats, Blaine tossing his over a chair near the bed, Rachel putting hers on a hanger by the door. And then they stood in the middle of the room, by the bed, staring at each other.

They took feeble breaths and Blaine made a tentative step forward, feeling the electricity between them sizzle.

"And you're really sure?", he muttered again, under his breath, his fingertips so ready to start exploring her, both his arms tingling with the impending move he waited for her to approve.

"Are you?", she asked with a hint of impatience mixed in there somewhere.

"Rachel", might as well be blunt, he thought if she asked, "my dick throbs so bad from just sitting in that fucking car with you"

His voice was rough and he took yet another step forward, so close that he could feel her breath on his cheeks. She smiled a tiny smile and licked her lips, her head doing a little wobble she probably wasn't aware of as her eyes fell down onto his crotch.

"I think I can help you with that", she whispered hotly and then Blaine's heart skipped a beat.

oOo

His hips buckled into her touch immediately, just as her palm went to cup the bulge in his pants and he had to close his eyes so that they didn't pop out of their sockets. He hadn't been lying, he was throbbing for her, his blood pulsing harshly through the veins and it was almost painful because the fabric of his jeans was so restricting. Rachel seemed to read his mind because the second thing she did was bring her other hand to his hip and undo the three buttons to his pants, pushing them down from his legs.

Blaine opened his eyes at the sensation of more space and more air around his privates, although still hidden under his boxer briefs, it was an improvement. Rachel was staying close to him, her eyes downcast as she proceeded, hatching her thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and slowly rolling it down as well.

Blaine sighed with liberation and in a vain moment had to peak down at his length, fully erect, pointing almost straight upwards between them. Her fingers, her body was so close to him that his dick twitched up on its own. Rachel was chewing on her lips again.

"I haven't done this in a while", she confessed in a barely audible whisper, "And I never...I never did this without, um, knowing a little more about, you know, what was liked. You have to, you have to tell me what is good for you?"

"Rachel", he breathed and it was alien to his ears, hearing himself speak so soft, like a caress, hugging her name, enjoying the syllables, tasting the sound, he wasn't used to talking like this.

He brought his hands up to cup her cheeks, lifting her face to make her look at him. She did so and she still looked so shy and adorable, her eyes huge and brown and deep, searching for guidance, for approval and his chest roared with pride that she was even there in the first place. That she wanted him to tell her how to do it for him, how he liked it. Fuck.

"Just touch me", he whispered, his voice breaking with lust and anticipation, he was so fucking turned on, "wherever you feel like it and I'll tell you if it's good, I can tell you all of it, just touch me, Rachel"

He looked back up at her, holding his breath and he could hear her hands moving towards him, his eyes falling down once agaain to see how her fingertips touched his shaft gingerly. He let out that breath he was holding at the touch and wanted to concentrate on the blazing feeling.

His eyes fell shut, along with his forehead falling against hers with a sigh while Rachel's second hand wrapped loosely around his thick length. The pioneer one traced lazy, ghostly patterns up from his groin to the tip. He was circumcised and so the way was easy for her and she seemed curious enough. It was like her fingers were dancing over him and he already felt his stomach tighten with lust and a yearning for release.

"God Rachel, don't stop", he said airily, lips moving against her forehead. He kept perfectly still, his arms hanging by his sides, legs securely on the ground and his breathing shallow. Blaine wanted nothing to distract him from her little touches.

She was quiet and he breathed the flowery scent of her hair, her second hand moving downward, cupping his balls lightly and he cursed. Rachel's movement seized.

"No, god, Rachel, please, go on, please", he begged through gritted teeth and kissed the skin in his reach, "Please, touch-"

His voice faded when she obeyed him, the one hand still lightly resting on the sensitive skin, fingertips brushing his inner thighs enough to make him shiver, while the other was finally closing around his dick.

Blaine groaned and Rachel increased the pressure. He was so hard under her grip,like a rock, she just pulled the thin skin ever so slightly back over the dense tissue underneath but the friction was enough to make him gasp. She felt so amazing, slow and testing but good god, the hot little tiny fingers, her fist balled around him as she slowly started to pump – he had to focus not to come right this second.

"Fuck yes, so good", he growled, "Fuck, Rachel, holy shit"

She seemed to be spurred on by that, her hand clasping tighter around him, pumping faster and harder. He groaned and snapped. He couldn't keep his hands still anymore, they shot up and tangled into her wild hair, tousling it up even more. He lowered his head and nudged her head up with his hands to kiss her. It was messy and wet and desperate, more tongue and teeth than lips, more harsh than tender.

She applied just the right amount of pressure, she could be a little faster for his taste but this way she didn't tire herself so quickly and he was fine with that. More than fine.

He bucked his hips once more into her hand, meeting her rhythm and moaned. She breathed heavier too, possibly strained and he wanted to stop her, wanted to pause her so she wouldn't exhaust her wrist but then she twisted it into another, a new angle, nearly making him erupt over her arms. It took all he had to hold his muscles tight, pull everything together and away from her touch. He thought of fish in the ocean and pancakes. And then fish on pancakes and that helped.

He grabbed her hands, not too hard but enough to make her stop moving, "It's so good, it's so fucking amazing but I'm gonna be useless to you for a while if I come in your hands"

"That makes sense", she was slightly breathless. And she seemed a little proud too.

Blaine chuckled and kissed her again, pulling her close and trapping his hard on in between their bodies. He shuffled out of his pants and briefs that still hung at his ankles, enjoying the friction, rubbing against her jeans. He was fine now, he would be able to keep his excitement contained for a while longer.

Rachel nibbled at his lips but then suddenly pulled away. He winced in protest, eyes flying open to quiz her but she revealed her reason by lifting his shirt rashly, pulling it over his head with a neat pull. He was naked at last, except for the socks but he was already taking care of that, wiggling them off with his toes.

"Now, can you tell me what you'd like me to do?", Blaine asked, stroking her cheek while he unbuttoned her jeans with his other hand. She shuddered when his fingers grazed her skin and he smiled.

"Come on", he muttered and nudged her slightly toward the edge of the bed. She eyed him, sitting down and he could tell by her still chest that she was holding her breath.

Rachel scooted a little further so she sat while Blaine stripped her out of her shirt, revealing a navy blue and white striped cup-bra. Sweet and practical. He smirked, glad that it wasn't something flashy, it wouldn't have fit with the picture he'd pictured of her in his head. He continued quickly to unzip her pants. To get them off of her she had to fully lie down on her back and Blaine yanked at them, a little harder because they were so tight and Rachel had been sweating – something he noted with another smirk – and they clung to her skin.

"Finally", he huffed as the pants hit the ground and she giggled, sitting back up.

She stopped too quickly though, she seemed almost intimidated faced with him as he climbed onto the bed to her, nudging her legs apart. It was funny because she seemed so tough, taking no bullshit and she was so aware of her sexuality, of her body on a stage, so scarily confident but here, intimate like that, she was shy and scared. Like a deer in the headlights.

He was so turned on by her little anxious gasp, it took all his restraint not to rip her panties apart and thrust into her just like that, watch her eyes pop, hear her surprised growl at his intrusion.

But that wasn't right, he wanted her to enjoy herself, he wanted her to be ready for him, wanted her wet and rosy and free of her inhibitions.

First, he had to get her to relax, "How about a massage?"

She nodded slowly and he sat down next to her. It was weird how it almost felt like both of them were virgins and trying this all for the first time, hesitant and curious. Careful to please the other.

"Just kneel", he asked and she followed his suggestion, sitting up on the mattress, facing him.

Blaine mirrored her movements and leaned in close to her, twisting a strand of hair between his fingers to gain access to her neck. She eased a little into the touch and his hands traveled to her back, unsnapping her bra in one swift, trained motion. Carefully and slowly, he took it off of her and tossed it off the bed.

She was holding her breath again, staring at him wide eyed.

"Woah, boobs!", he exclaimed and her face twitched weirdly, before she realized he was kidding and she broke out in giggles, her chest rapidly going up and down, her handful, firm breasts bobbed up and down with the waves of her laughter. The biggest tension was gone from her body.

Blaine laughed too, "Turn around"

She nodded, her face light and happy now and the pitch dark sky he was only barely aware of turned a little brighter shade of blue.

Her back was turned to him now, the tanned olive skin so delicious he wanted to lick every spot, only surpassed by the slender curves, her tiny waist and her narrow hips. He rubbed his hands quickly together, warming them up before they would touch her bare skin. She quivered when he shoved her hair over her right shoulder and kissed the base of her neck. Just a peck to get started.

Rachel hummed under his touches and he quickly found the tense spots, kneading them away. He was very thorough, taking his time to make her really calm and free.

He just couldn't keep his distance, each sigh, each moan drew him closer to her, made him harder yet. When her head fell to the side, exposing her gorgeous long neck to him, he closed the rest of the distance, pressing his body flush against her back and licked along the small of her neck as his hands wrapped around her body.

She was like wax under his grip, molding into his frame, breathing low and even. Blaine felt accomplished. Rachel was relaxed now and his next step was to get her trembling for him, to get her ready.

He trailed his hands up to her breasts, slowly running her palms over the soft skin, she moaned quietly and tensed again, but in a good way he hoped.

"Do you like this?", he asked her because he had been with some women who were very sensitive there and didn't like like to be touched in that area because it hurt them, "Please be honest"

"It's okay", she whispered, "You can go harder, if you like"

Blaine chuckled, that I can do. He pinched her nipples and then grabbed her with force, scratching down at her sides on the way down. Her hands reached behind her body and snaked into his hair, pulling his head back down onto her neck and shoulder again. She drew in a sharp breath when his hands moved further down, teasing at her hip bones before slowly going down.

He found soft short curls and smiled again, she was so silly to think he would mind that. She was perfect, with as much hair as she wanted, he really couldn't give less of a damn. He nibbled at her neck and finally, answering to her arching her body upwards to meet his fingers, he worked them in between her folds, finding her wet already.

"Oh God", she moaned and buckled into the touch, "Blaine"

"What do you want me to do?", he huffed, low and gnarly, his fingers digging deeper into her.

"Touch me", she whimpered, "More"

And he did. He tweaked her clit between his fingertips and then moved one hand lower, dipping one finger in, then two, keeping the other stroking her.

"Fuck", she winced and withered, just like he'd imagined as he jammed his fingers an out of her, getting her dripping just like he wanted her too. He wanted to fuck her senseless right this moment but he needed her to be the one to tell him to go ahead.

"Do you want it?", he asked her roughly.

"Stop asking me this and fucking do it", she ordered under her breath. He surely wouldn't be told twice.

He released her, but only for so long it took to turn her around and rip her panties off. He grabbed her right from her sitting position, discarded the remaining fabric and put her in the center of the bed, spreading her legs.

She lay there, bare and flushed and looked up at him, chest going up and down with deep huffs, her hands wandering up his arms. He dipped down to kiss her one last time and then aligned them, she helped, wrapping around him one more time to guide him, position him so he could glide right in.

She groaned when he did and his jaw dropped. He slid into her slowly, inch by inch until he couldn't go any further and just gave them both a second to savor the sensation, her filled up and him hugged and clenched by her tightness. It sucked the air right out of his lungs. He would've cursed if he'd been able to talk.

Rachel was the one to initiate the movement, rolling her hips into him and he quickly responded. They moved in waves, perfectly in sync. Slow at first, Blaine pulling out almost all the way just to reclaim her again fully. Each time he hit her walls she let out another low moan and he went faster, closer and softer. Only to amp up the pressure as her fingernails dug into his skin. Soon enough he was thrusting and pushing, working them both into a mindless frenzy. Their scents mixed and their sounds mingled into a dirty symphony.

Dawn broke outside but to him it seemed like she was doing it, making everything lighter. He kept looking at her face, eyes locked together so intensely he blushed.

Really everything was so intense now. The colors, the scents, everything he felt, his blood was loud running through his ears but her moans were louder, urging him on. She was so beautiful, so flawless.

"You're perfect", he muttered and leaned in to kiss her.

He buried himself deep inside her and together, they found their way into oblivion.

And the final moment, the conclusion to their trembling efforts was endless. The morning was coming, surely, another hour and they would be seeing the sun emerge from behind the airport building but when their bodies meshed together in a last eruption, both flaring up and crushing back down together it was as if the world had stopped turning altogether. No more mornings, just an endless dawn. The two of them forever, joined and entwined on the verge of a new day that should stay far far away because it would part them.

oOo

It was just Blaine and Rachel, naked and sweaty and spent, breaking apart, collapsing beside each other on damp sheets, his hands still entwined with hers as they breathed hard, trying to steady themselves.

It took a while but eventually they turned to each other again and Rachel smiled at him contently and satisfied as it seemed. That made him happy, really it made him more than happy, it made him – wait.

Blaine's chest was suddenly burning. Not with the after glow of their mind blowing sex but another feeling he knew but had never quite felt so pointedly. It spread into his whole body, into his fingertips and toes, making his forehead and cheek burn and throat dry again. He was naturally scared out of his mind but his body was so utterly at ease it refused to tense, it refused to stop stupidly grinning at Rachel.

She didn't notice the change at all. The sudden and complete shift of Blaine's world. The morning was coming and this day would see a different Blaine. This one, this new Blaine was...in love. Probably more profoundly than he'd ever been.

But the day would never know it because Rachel never would. She couldn't. She'd think he was crazy falling in love with someone after less than a day spent together, he knew that, even dizzy as he was. And even if she wouldn't think he was crazy, he would never learn because he was leaving – in about five hours.

She couldn't know and he would have to forget. The thought was grim and threatened to rip his fleeting heart right out of the skies but he refused. He did a quick calculation in his head. What time was it, when did he have to check in?

Five hours, he had five hours. He would not let her go for five hours. He would hold on.

He scooped her up into his arms, taking the duvet from the edge of the bed to cover them and kissed her head. Five hours. He had so many questions, he wanted to know everything about her, anything at all. Five hours, he wanted to trace her face with kisses, trail her her whole body.

Five hours. He'd been on his feet for longer than twenty-four. Five hours, she smelled so good, he just wanted to focus on that smell and closed his eyes, just for a second. Just to decipher the flavors.

Five hours, peaches and cherry blossom, a little like lemons and fresh apples and...what was that? Cinnamon, yes. Five hours.

Just...five...more...just...

And Blaine Anderson fell asleep.

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