Chapter 3- Making the Move
"Mr. Shue, I think we need to tweak the ending of the song", said Rachel.
"Rachel", sighed Mr. Shue for the umpteenth time as he gently nudged her towards the door.
Finn stood behind Rachel carrying the music stands that held up the sheet music. He almost wished he could do his weekly Finn-behind-the-mirror pep talk as he felt his nerves sky rocket. He continued to walk admiring the strength in Rachel's walk and her penchant for short skirts. In the midst of all her utterances, he just kept on walking reminding himself of his new manly status.
Finn heard the click and twist of the lock as Rachel opened the band closet door for him. He gently but efficiently set down the stands in the back corner and with a swift movement turned and blocked the door from the inside. Rachel unbeknownst to the situation continued to file away the sheet music in the filing cabinet.
After what seemed like a million years, Rachel turned around and noticed Finn blocking the door with his tall frame and hands placed firmly on his hips. Her eyes darted around the room, her facial expression frozen. "Finn", said Rachel in a soft and questioning hush.
He could not bear it no longer. His lengthy strides closed the space between them quickly. His eyes bore into her dark ones. She looked almost frightened as he continued to be silent but demanding with his penetrating gaze. In one swift movement, Finn reached for her tiny waist pulling her closer to his own. He gently took his other hand and brushed a long dark strand of hair while quickly changing direction cupping her stubborn chin toward his soft lips. "F-f-f-finn", mumbled Rachel in weak protest.
Gently, he brought his lips to hers with a soft caress. He could feel the explosion of contact as he pushed open her lips with his tongue. With that movement came a fiery explosion like he had never known. The want was so unbearable, almost impossible to believe as they danced their tongues in fiery abandon. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything. She was his.
Rachel's small hands beat across his chest as he pulled her even closer. He lowered his hands to her bottom pressing her a mere fraction of a inch closer. She stood on her tiptoes in frustration, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in agreement. They continued the frenzied movements; heads and tongues in constant motion. They drank as if they never had water.
Finn knew it was time to stop. He had maneuvered the play impeccably, but his good guy status reminded him he had to some what play by the rules. His heart beat in desperation as he stopped the kiss. Slowly, his hands pushed her body back towards the wall. He stared in serious intent moving his face closer to hers. The sudden movement of his head seemed to clarify another kiss but instead tilted toward her ears. "You are mine," his soft breath tingled at her ear.
