A/N: I cannot express how happy all of your reviews make me. In response to the outpouring of demands, I present yet another chapter of the longest game of T-or-D in the history of life.

Rachel's spine tingled, at either the sound of Finn's words or her orgasm, she couldn't tell which. Her upper body slumped against him, and he rubbed gentle circles on her back with his large hand. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being so close to him. His declaration of love seemed to indicate an impending reconciliation, but she couldn't be too sure given their volatile history.

Since he made no move to release her from their half-hug, she tried to focus more on the waves of pleasure that were still receding. Overall she found the experience very impressive. Contrary to her perception of public opinion (and her dads' implications about straight men) Finn had been very attentive and doting. Both his ministrations and the final release were more pleasurable than she'd expected. The aggression he displayed early on made her surprisingly excited, but she was nonetheless glad that it gave way to sweetness and compassion. Rachel couldn't deny that Finn had every right to be angry with her, and it seemed like he was using their encounter to get it out of his system.

Rachel had never considered using sexual favors as a bargaining chip in a relationship or as a mechanism for mending one that was on the outs. She had tried the sex-as-revenge thing, which blew up in her face - and rightfully so, considering she never actually intended to do anything more than kiss Puck anyway.

But now, having experienced her first orgasm courtesy of Finn's angst and in a position to return the favor, she knew she couldn't hold back. Finn didn't hesitate at all and he had been angry with her for months.

Finally he released his hold of her somewhat, allowing enough space for eye contact. Smiling his crooked grin at her, he broke the silence.

"Feeling less stressed?"

"Much, thank you," she replied with a laugh. Then, looking down at the tent in his pants, she added, "You seem to have, uh, enjoyed the experience yourself..."

"Oh, uh, yeah... sorry about that." A faint blush spread across his face and he looked off to the side awkwardly, almost as though the bottle of fabric softener on top of the dryer was relevant to the conversation.

"Hey," Rachel reached for his chin and tilted his face back towards hers, "it's perfectly natural. And flattering, really. I was never sure what it would be like, but if it makes both of us happy I'd say that's a sta-sti-stupendous victory." Guh, I must still be drunk if I'm still tripping over my words, she thought to herself.

Meanwhile Finn just chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair slowly. Then he pulled back and kissed her lips gently, slipping his tongue inside her mouth as he cradled her face in his hands. After a moment their kisses had become more urgent and he let out a low-pitched groan-like noise that Rachel had never heard him make before.

She may have been new to this game, but she knew what it meant. Even a few hours prior she might have been very nervous about what she needed to do next, but she was still a little buzzed and therefore feeling courageous enough to reciprocate Finn's eagerly executed attentions to her.

Continuing their kissing, she opened her eyes slightly to see that his were still closed. Perfect, she thought. Finn was probably expecting her to be hesitant and reserved in returning the favor, but she would show him.

Abruptly, she reached down between them to grasp his hardness through his jeans, causing his eyes to fly open and eliciting the same groan at twice the previous volume.

"Ohh..." he gasped, breaking the kiss.

Smiling at his gaping expression, she couldn't help but be pleased with herself for drawing that reaction. Perhaps her insecurities were in fact ill-conceived. Then again he was a boy and she was touching him... down there. Still, she felt confident enough to unzip his jeans and shove them down so she could rub him through only his boxers.

Finn groaned even louder and leaned back, creating just enough space to lift his shirt over his head. She wasn't quite sure what to do in response to his having removed the garment, and as he tossed it aside she became slightly concerned that she would take the wrong course of action.

Finn turned back and kissed her passionately, a good enough signal that she should stop being self-conscious and get on with the reciprocation already. She ran her fingers along his chest and returned the kiss, slipping her tongue past his lips.

Resolving yet again to be bold, she pushed him backward so that she had room to hop down off of the washer, then guided them through a 180-degree turn so that he now had his back to the appliance. Standing on her tiptoes and gripping his shoulders for balance she nipped at his lips momentarily before settling her mouth in the crook of his neck.
When her tongue darted out to taste his skin he shivered and pulled her small body flush against his larger one.

Rachel was almost startled by how large the bulge in his pants had gotten. It had never ever been that... obvious... before.

She licked across Finn's collarbone to the other side of his neck to give it the same treatment, then began kissing her way down his chest. He groaned once again and she felt his fingers tangle in her hair as she traveled downward. Her tongue darted out to trace along the crevices of his stomach muscles, while her hands found the elastic of his boxers.

Here goes nothing, she thought as she rolled the shorts down.

She stared, wide-eyed, at his enormous length. Suddenly Ms. Pillsbury's comment about her lack of gag reflex made a lot of sense. She reached down and grasped the base with one hand, gliding the other down the shaft in deliberate fashion.

"Uhhh... Rachel..." Finn nearly exclaimed, leaning back onto his arms that were braced against the washer. He looked down at her, squinting lustily, his face semi-contorted in pleasure.

She continued stroking him in a downward fashion, alternating her hands one after the other in a steady rhythm. He continued moaning and murmuring her name with increasing volume. For a moment she was vaguely afraid of the others hearing him, and she blushed at the thought that they likely heard her before.

Pushing the thought from her mind, she sank to her knees. His completely erect cock (just thinking that word made her wet again) now directly in her face, she gripped its base and darted her tongue out to swirl around the head.

"Rachel! Holy fuck!"

Pft, I hope they heard that, she thought happily as she allowed more of his length to enter her mouth.

Finn's exclamations gave way to low-pitched wordless moans and he laced his fingers into her hair while her head bobbed up and down slightly. When his lower body tensed slightly and he gripped her head a little harder she assumed he must be close. He'd seemingly enjoyed the earlier tongue-swirling, so she tried her best to incorporate some of that while still keeping his stiff member halfway down her throat.