UPDATE: SEX SCENE INCLUDED!
Hey guys! Guess my mom didn't bring the laptop in after all LOL! Well, here's the next chapter, angst in there! Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven:
Cross My Heart
Light of the rising sun shines through the window of Rachel's bedroom, and Finn closes his eyes from the brightness. His hand subconsciously threads through Rachel's hair, her sleeping form rising and falling from her breathing. She mumbles something, still deep in unconsciousness, and Finn leans forward, pressing his lips against her neck.
"Mmm?" she hums, awakening from her deep slumber. She wiggles in his embrace, clutching at the sheets pooling around the both of them. Finn smiles, kissing her neck once more. Her eyes snap open.
Her smile is instant when she sees him, and he feels his lips perk up in return. "Good morning," she whispers, her throat still hoarse from sleep. She props herself on her elbows, leaning forward to kiss his lips gently. He smiles against her. "Yes, it is."
Finn wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her on top of him and onto his chest. Their naked skin rubs against each other and she purrs in appreciation, silencing his attempted moans with another kiss on the lips. He deepens it as he probes his tongue against the opening of her mouth, asking for permission to enter.
Rachel giggles, squirming away from him. She shakes her head. "Nu-uh, morning breath," she explains. His eyebrows knit together, and she laughs. He slithers at her, bringing her closer towards him as he rolls her over with him on the mattress, pinning her underneath. "Yeah?"
She presses her lips to his shortly. "Yeah."
Finn sighs, staring at her frame below him. He brings a hand to her face, while still supporting his weight with his other arm circling around her. Moving strays of hair from her eyes, he rubs his fingers along her cheek, too deep in this bliss of happiness to notice anything but her.
But then he remembers Will and Emma.
"What time is it?" he questions. Rachel shuffles a little underneath him, craning to see the clock on her bedside table. "Almost 6," she answers. He instantly groans as his head drops into the crook of her neck. Her hands weave through his rough hair and she kisses the side of his face. "Will and Emma will be at the house soon, and I want to be there when I get home, you know, so they don't get worried," and his cheeks redden when he adds, "plus I don't think parents usually like when they find their son sneaking back home from spending the night at a girl's house."
Rachel giggles, nodding her head. "No, I don't think that's approved by many parents," she teases, and his heart thumps, because he totally doesn't want to leave now. He pulls back slightly to lean his forehead against his, trying to savor the view as much as he can, trying so hard not to admit his feelings for her in this blissful moment.
"I wish you didn't have to go."
He looks up at her through hooded eyes; sleep still slightly over him. Her eyes are pleading, yet full of need and . . . and love. Her lips are suddenly on his and he can't help himself when he kisses her passionately as they both melt in each other's embrace. It feels like seconds, because no measure of time will be enough to kiss her, but she pulls away minutes later, ordering him to get dressed.
Finn sighs reluctantly as he crawls off of her, pulling on his pants and shirt and pretty much everything that they ripped off of one another last night and didn't bother to put back on. He smiles at the memory, he still can't believe he made love to her more than once in one night. Hope soars through him at the thought of doing it again. "Come on," her voice is soft, angelic, and he turns around to find her covered in a blue robe. She nudges towards the door. "I'll walk you downstairs."
Their hands swing together as they walk down step by step, both of them dreading the moment they have to let go. His happiness seems to shrink more and more as they get closer to the door, and he almost dies when she lets go of his hand to face him.
"Do you think they're out there?" she whispers as if they can hear her. He looks towards the entrance of the house, heaving heavily. He turns back to her, her expression eager. "I don't think they are, not in the morning where they can be seen."
Rachel nods meekly. She steps forward, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt with shaky fingers. She's staring down at her actions, and he can tell she's trying her hardest to be strong. "You get home safely okay?" she looks up at him, and there's evidence of tears clouding her eyes. "Just make sure you get home alright, and – and lock the doors, the windows, the – the . . . "
She lets out something of a nervous laugh and sob, and he catches her moving fingers in his, trying to calm her. "Rach," he whispers, "it's okay to be scared."
She nods, and it's a jerky move as she launches forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. She hugs him tightly, pressing kisses into the side of his neck as he returns the gesture. "I'm just worried," she whimpers, her lips moving to his cheek and nose and jaw, "you promise me you'll be safe right?"
Finn grabs her face in his hands tightly, meeting her lips as he kisses her fondly, his answer hidden in it. She kisses him back, and its desperate and full of need, so he pulls back before it gets too hard to pull away.
"I promise."
Rachel smiles, nodding her head slightly. He gives her one last kiss on the skin of her forehead, and they stay in that position for a while. She breaks the silence a few minutes later. "See you soon?"
Finn smiles. "See you soon," he confirms, and with one more kiss he ducks out of the door.
He doesn't know if he should be surprised when he notices that his truck isn't parked in her driveway. He forgets running to her house last night, in the desperate attempt to get to her. Sighing heavily, happily, he starts his trek back to his house, hoping that Will and Emma haven't arrived yet.
The soft wind rushes against his skin, and he feels it tingling, the memories of last night still on his mind. Hugging Rachel, kissing Rachel, loving Rachel . . .
His whole mind is coloured with Rachel Berry.
It will always be a mystery that she hasn't left him yet, or threatened to tell everyone that he's a killer or something. Sometimes, he still thinks that she will, or at least thinks that he's crazy. It's not common to meet someone so accepting, and understanding. The worst thing is that he might have to let her go at some point.
Finn shakes the thought from his mind as he walks up his driveway minutes later. He opens the door with no issue; did he forget to lock it? But then he spots the luggage in the hallway, and he stalls. They're home.
"Finn?"
Emma's shrill voice comes from the kitchen, and he kicks off his shoes, walking towards the sound of her voice. She's sitting on a chair beside the table, her expression a mixture of concern and worry as she holds Will's hands. They exchange looks of relief, and then Will angrily gets up from the table, stalking towards him.
"Where the hell were you? We walked in almost two hours ago, and you weren't home. We called your cell phone, but you wouldn't answer. You had us worried sick, we were about to call the damn police." Finn pales and checks his pockets. Empty. Shit, he must have forgot it in his car. And his car is probably still in the school parking lot.
"I'm sorry," he says, it's all he can say.
Will bites his lip and shakes his head. "It doesn't matter now. Get your clothes, anything important, we're leaving in an hour."
Leaving in an hour? Where? What the hell is he talking about? He follows Will as he rushes out of the room, ignoring Emma's calls of explanations. He catches up to Will, grabs his arm, and turns him around to face him. His expression is anxious, desperate. "What the hell do you mean?" he growls, because if he means leaving the town, then that means leaving Rachel.
Will shoves his arm off of him. "Heard about the Quinn Fabray story that you failed to keep us from knowing. Stabbed, in the alley right beside our house. We've been tracking the gang since we got here Finn, we know they've been in the area, and they found us, they finally found us and if we don't leave we'll be dead by the next week.
"Now I've thought of calling the police, but I know you wouldn't approve of that, so we just have to leave. Leave now, everything behind, the house, school, everything and just get out of here before they can hurt us. I've already contacted a agent in Pennsylvania, told us there was an apartment for sale on the – "
"No."
Will looks up at him. Finn stands his ground as he continues to shake his head in disagreement. He can't leave Rachel unprotected and vulnerable, he just can't. "We can't."
"Why?" comes Will's immediate response. Finn says nothing, and the pieces start to stick together, and realization sets in. "Because of the girl?"
The girl? If he's talking about the woman that Finn is utterly and unconditionally in love with, than yeah, her. "I have to protect her," he whispers, his voice cracking. "I'm in love with her."
Frustration sets in Will's eyes, and he reaches up to place his hands on either of Finn's shoulders, shaking him lightly. "You're the reason she's in danger in the first place," he hisses, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "if you really love her, then leave, and she won't be put at risk. You know they want to embarrass and tear you from everything you love. Jesse and them will leave her alone if they see you have no more connection with her."
This is really happening isn't it? He's really leaving. He feels his heart drop a thousand feet.
"What about school?" he asks, because he doesn't want to hear any more reasons of why Finn isn't good for her. He just loves her so damn much its selfish and putting her at risk of getting hurt. His head starts to pound at the realization, and he thinks he may have to sit down.
"We can figure it out when we get to Pennsylvania. Right now, I just want you to worry about saying goodbye to the girl. Make sure you do it a in public place, the park down May St., you never know when they're watching."
And then he walks away, and Finn has nothing but to obey his orders, even if that includes saying goodbye to the one person he thinks he can ever love.
The fresh, outside air sweeps along his skin as Finn sits on the only bench in the park. It's empty, thank God, he doesn't need to show everyone that he's leaving Rachel; he could never embarrass her like that. She should be here any minute, after Emma offered to packing up Finn's stuff, he had a little extra time to think of what he was going to say to her. But no matter what, he knows it'll end in tears, and he hates how he can't change that.
Smiles and hearts, that's what her text messages were full of when he told her to meet him at the park at 10:00. It sucks, just this morning he saw her, happy and in love, and now he has to leave her, broken hearted and unprotected.
"Finn?"
His head perks up; he could recognize that voice anywhere.
Rachel walks towards him, her hands plunged in the front pocket of her coat. She smiles shyly at him, sitting close beside him on the bench. Electricity builds inside him, and it takes everything he has not to kiss her, or touch her, or hold her. He nods rigidly at her, and her smile suddenly vanishes. She knows what he's about to do.
"Hi," he greets, but his tone is cold. She stares at him hard, her eyes analyzing his face, trying to find the cracks in his expression. She swallows the hard lump in her throat, and the next thing she says almost paralyzes him.
"You're leaving aren't you?"
His heart stops. Tears gather at the corner of her eyes. Finn says nothing as he watches her and she takes that as a yes. She nods weakly. "Okay," she whispers brokenly, jumping from the bench.
"Rachel!" he calls, rushing after her. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, with the risk of Jesse and the others seeing him, but he can't leave like this, with her like this. He catches up to her when they reach the opening of the forest and touches her arm softly. She turns around, and he's momentarily stunned at her expression, the tears, the pain, and the brokenness evident in her face.
He would have seen it coming if he was paying attention.
Her hand makes contact with the side of his face, reddening his cheek instantly. His head snaps to the side, and he stills, waiting for another one and not bothering to retaliate. It's better this way; he deserves to hurt.
Sobs erupt from her body, and he peeks his eyes open, wanting so badly to envelop her in his arms and run away together. But he just stares at her like a cold-hearted bastard and watches her cry. She brings her hand back up, and he catches her fingers with his before she can hit him again.
Her eyes are so weak and hopeless and she struggles to free herself from his grip to slap him one more time. "You told me you would protect me!" she cries, "you told me you wouldn't leave me!"
Pain almost swallows him whole at her words, but he has to remind himself that this is for her safety. "I know," he chokes out, not able to keep the hurt from his voice.
Rachel yelps in frustration as she rips her hands from his grasp. She smacks him hard against the chest. "You. Are. A. Coward." Each word is punctuated with a shove, and he feels like he might just die right here and now. It's not even worth it anymore.
"I'm sorry," he says, and it sounds so pathetic. She closes her eyes briefly, shaking her head. A couple minutes pass, and he's thinking about leaving, it'll be easier this way, when she begins to talk.
"I don't why I was so hopeful, I knew you had to leave at some point. But then I fell in love with you and," she pauses, gesturing between them, "here we are."
But then I fell in love with you.
Is that what he heard? She probably didn't even notice the slip, but he did, and he wants to say it back so badly. So he pretends he never heard it, it would be so much better that way. Taking a couple breaths to calm herself, she opens her eyes slowly, and he finds himself locked in her gaze.
"You opened up to me, and I opened up to you. I know you're a good person Finn, don't let them control what you want." She steps closer, and he can see the calmness cover her face. "You have to come back for me, please don't let them take you away from me. You leave, and as soon as they're gone you come straight back here and you take me back in. I love you. Finn, I love you, please hold on to that."
He doesn't care. He doesn't care who's watching or where they are. He grabs her face in his hands and pulls her towards him, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She whimpers slightly into his mouth, clutching him like a lifeline as they share these last few moments. He doesn't know how much longer they stay like this, but she starts to pull away, and she's sobbing again.
He wipes away frantically at the tears, holding her head close to hers. "I'm sorry for how I acted, I wanted you to believe I didn't care, so it would be so much easier to leave but I – "
Rachel peppers his lips with her own. "Sh, sh, I know, it's okay. I knew what you were trying to do, I tried playing along, but I can't let you leave thinking that I hate you. I'm so sorry."
He kisses her again, silently thanking that they were covered by the trees of the forest because he doesn't think he'll ever be able to let go. Too soon, she turns away, pulling on his hand as they go deeper into the forest, further away from people and noises, further away from reality.
When they're far into the depths of the forest, Rachel snaps back towards him, attaching her lips to his. His hands gently cradle his face as her tongue probes at the opening of his mouth, asking for entrance. He accepts, and the heat of the kiss grows when she moans slightly at the new contact. His fingers weave through her hair and he begins to step forward to reach the nearest tree, his eyes still closed. She must realize what he's attempting to do because she follows his steps, and soon they're both walking in the same direction.
Rachel groans when her hits the trunk, her mouth slipping from his to make the noise. Finn chooses that time to trail kisses along the valley of her neck, biting and sucking and licking, trying to make a mark. His hands leave a hot path along her skin as he crawls them down her chest. He pushes her breasts up, filling them with his large hands.
"Finn," she breathes, her hips moving against his. He moans at the sensation, pulling away from his attack on her neck to reattach their lips. Hands roam everywhere, and soon Rachel finds the bulge in his pants, and she squeezes it slightly.
Finn instantly groans, retreating his head back to rest his forehead against hers. Her small fingers continue to stroke him, and he feels her nipples grow hard beneath his hands. He moves her breasts up and down, repeating the action over and over as she melts in his embrace, practically turning to goo.
Rachel cups him one last time before she moves her arms to lock around his neck. He realizes her actions quickly and grips her waist, hoisting her up against the trunk of tree. Her legs wrap around his hips, moving against him in a way that makes him see stars.
"God Rach," he moans, his lips peppering along her face. She kisses him back equally, their tongues dueling, their breath shortening, and he wishes he had more time, to remember this moment. His hands wander towards the front of her jeans, and he pops open the first few buttons. His fingers caress her front, and she hurries to unbuckle his belt.
Finn returns his task of his attack on her neck, moving to suck her skin and she tilts her head in pleasure. Once he hears her discard his belt, he helps her pull down his pants low enough to free his member. She works on pulling her own jeans down as he adjusts themselves, propping her against the tree for support as his hands find her chest again.
It happens quickly, but she suddenly sinks herself down on him, both of them sighing at the contact. They stay like that for a while, getting comfortable with the position before she starts to move within him. He starts to respond, and this is all too much, al too fucking much cause he loves her so much and this isn't fair. This shouldn't be their last time.
He cherishes everything, each sigh of his name, each moan of pleasure. He continues to thrust into and he feels her walls clenching around him, and she's so close, and so is he. She clutches onto him as she rides out her orgasm, and a couple seconds later; they spill into each other. Her body slumps against him, and he shudders, letting his neck fall into the crook of her neck.
Finn places kisses along the skin of her throat, soft and gentle, something he can hold onto. His hands move from her chest to weave through her mused hair, caressing her like glass about to break. She pulls back to look up at him, and he stares back at her, his love Rachel Berry, with tears in her eyes that he caused.
He wipes away a stray tear that trickles down her cheek, cupping her face with both hands. She reaches up, tracing patterns across the skin of his face, their eyes not turning away from each other. Her hand quickly finds his and she grabs it, intertwining their fingers and bringing it up to her lips to kiss the back of his hand gently.
Rachel leans forward, placing her lips softly upon his. He sighs lightly, meeting her kisses with equal amount of pressure. It seems like seconds, but minutes later, he finds the strength to pull away.
"Promise me you'll come back," she whispers, her lips scaling along his cheekbone. He nods against her, adjusting himself to get a better look at her glowing face. It may be the last time.
"I promise."
And then, just like that, he was gone.
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