I'm back! I'm in Orlando, Florida this week for Nationals in swimming. I have a bit of time while I'm here and hopfeully I'll be able to upload some more of the story. I'm getting back into the swing of writing it, and I hope you guys are enjoying it as well!
"The whole fuckin' week, Berry?"
"Yeah, and, like, he asked out of nowhere," Rachel explained, clutching the hotel phone in her hand, as it rested beside the spacious bath tub.
"Who woulda thought Berry and the giant, banging for a whole week," Santana humored.
"'Tana!" Rachel snapped, "He's not totally a giant."
"C'mon, Rach, I saw him when he picked you up. I bet he's huge."
Rachel blushed, having seen his huge member several times last night.
"Santana, that's none of your business."
"Say no more, Rach, I hear ya loud and clear. What is he? Seven? Eight?"
"Santana, I'm not going to-"
"Nine?"
"Santana-"
"Holy shit, ten?"
"'Tana, I am not doing this!"
"Fine, fine. You can give me the details when you get back," Santana smirked. "Go and do that big spender of yours."
Rachel smiled to herself, raising a leg in the tub as the water trickled down it.
"But, hey, Rach, rent is due this week and I'm still tight on cash, any chance Big Daddy could give us a little advance?"
Rachel held her hand against the bottom part of the mouth of the phone. She was going to call out to Finn, but she wasn't sure if he had woken up yet. She moved the phone back to her ear, resuming her conversation.
"Yeah, I-I can ask. I can send it down to the front desk and have them leave it for you. I'll tell you when."
"Perfect, chica. And hey, Berry, remember to use a condom. Most stores sell extra large."
"Goodbye¸ Santana," Rachel urged. And with that she hung up the phone, placing it back down beside the tub.
Resting her head against the cool porcelain, she let out a deep breath, her bubble clad breast rising with each inhale. She lifted up her toes through the bubbles, barely seeing the tips of her ten tiny toes through all the soap that existed in the tub. She sunk down into the water, her hair flowing endlessly around her. Holding her breath for a few seconds, she emerged from the water, wet hair cascading down her shoulders.
She turned her head slightly, finding a large bay window just beyond the giant tub. She lifted her upper body over the tub, admiring the view, as the warm, sudsy water shifted around her.
"You certainly make yourself at home," as husky voice said, entering the bathroom.
Rachel's hair flew around her head as she turned to face the large man, as she sank back down slowly, under the bubbles.
She admired his messy hair as he walked closer, resting lightly against the tub. He scrunched his eyes together as he let out a little a yawn. She surveyed his smooth skin, delicately covered by the white bathrobe he wore, with the hotel's emblem on the right breast pocket.
"You planning on joining me?" she flirted, splashing the water that stilled around her.
"I'm more of a shower kind of guy," he admitted.
"Clearly, you've never taken a bath with me," she teased, gradually lifting herself out of the water.
"Not that I can recall," he supposed.
"Well," she walked up to him, her hands finding the small opening in his robe, "we'll have to change that…"
She closed her eyes as her head rested back against the porcelain tub, his head only inches away from hers. Their legs were intertwined in the water, as they rested below the suds. Her left hand held the luffa as she rubbed it across his hairless, chiseled chest. His hand rested just above her butt as he lightly traced circles on the area.
The moment was peaceful as she saw a smile emerge from his lips. His eyes were near closing as well, though she could tell he wasn't tired. His hand slipped down, lightly cupping her butt, as he shifted her to straddle him.
The phone rang, suddenly, beside them. He reached an arm over to grab the phone, lifting it to his ear.
"Good morning, Mr. Hudson. We're calling to alert you that your breakfast has been prepared, whenever you're ready."
Rachel leaned in, lowering her lips to his neck as she began to suck lightly at his pulse. She smoothed her hands over his bare chest, as she continued her motions on his neck.
"Y-yes, thank you," he stuttered, placing the phone back down beside him.
"Who was it, baby?" she whispered.
"You hungry?" he asked softly.
She had never actually stayed at a guy's house long enough for him to offer her food, but she assumed that if she was going to be staying all week, she'd have to eat.
"Only if you are," she responded.
"Let's eat."
Clad once again in his Four Seasons Hotel provided bathrobe, he headed out into the main hall, answering the door for his final delivery of breakfast. Ushering the waiter to the dining table, he placed the fruit platter on the center of the table.
"It's perfect, thank you," he responded, offering the man a generous tip.
Shaking a towel against her wet hair, Rachel entered from the bathroom, clad in a matching bathrobe. She threw the towel to the side, her messy, wet hair falling to her sides as she walked down the steps to the main dining room.
"We spent maybe an hour in that tub, and I'm still not feelin' too clean," Rachel joked, approaching him at the table.
He chuckled to himself, standing as she approached.
"This is quite the spread you have," she commented, seeing the wide array of muffins, pancakes, fruit, and bread that were arranged in front of them. "I honestly would've settled for coffee and a bagel."
"It's complementary," he told her, though he wouldn't admit to buying all of this for her.
"Well, let's dig in."
She walked over to the table, taking a seat across from him. She took a plate, loading it with pancakes, strawberries, blueberry muffins, and cinnamon rolls, unsure of the last time she'd had a meal that consisted of more than reheated eggs and an old red bull. She cut into the pancakes, loading them with syrup as she took a bite, looking up at him to find him staring back at her, sipping his white mug.
"I thought you were gonna eat, too," she said, mouth displaying her chewed up food.
"I already did," he smiled, taking his white mug to his lips again.
"So you expect me to eat all this?" she questioned, astonished.
"I may have some later," he commented.
"When did you eat?" she asked, taking another bite of her pancakes.
"Earlier this morning, while I did some work."
"How long have you been up?"
"Since we talked on the balcony," he admitted.
"You've been up all morning?"
"When I can't sleep, I just do some work."
She nodded, accepting his answer, yet not at all comprehending how someone like him can look that good running on about four hours of sleep.
"So, any plans for the rest of the day?" she asked, looking up from her full plate.
"Work, mostly," he shrugged.
She sighed a little in disappointment, knowing she'd spend lots of time here in his hotel room as he worked from elsewhere.
"I meant, any plans for me?"
"Yes, actually," he said, Rachel immediately perking up. "I'm having an important business dinner tomorrow night, and I'd like you to accompany me. I've asked Kurt to help you find an outfit for the occasion."
Not one for playing dress up, Rachel let out an exasperated sigh. "Fun."
Sensing her tone, Finn peered at her. "Don't worry, I'm certain he'll find something with the perfect mix of sexy and classy."
Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the sharp ringing of the phone. Finn made his way over to his desk, answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Finn, it's me. St. James is all set for tomorrow night," Puck hollered through the phone.
Finn turned to Rachel, who sat eating her breakfast, and moved to the next room.
"Yeah, I had to reschedule," Finn continued.
"So I heard. I little heads up would have been nice, Hudson, instead of hearing it from the police. What are you doing, getting into fights on the streets of New York City?"
"It was just a mix up," he covered.
"Listen, I gotta say this again, I don't like you going alone," Puck said.
"I'm a big boy," Finn responded.
"You know how easy St. James can corner you when you're alone. Let me at least get you a date," Puck offered.
Finn looked through the French doors, to where Rachel sat; sipping her orange juice as she accidentally spilled a bit on her white robe. Panicking she looked around the table, frantically for a napkin, dapping it at the stain.
"Hudson? You hear me?"
"Yeah, I'm here," Finn replied.
"Look, Finn, I know a lot of nice girls."
Rachel took a bite of the blueberry muffin in front of her, spilling a few crumbs onto her lap as she did so, and turned to look at Finn.
"I know," Finn said. "I've got one."
Hope you enjoyed! Chapter 8 to come soon! Comments and suggestions always welcome! Thanks!