Rachel was hot. It had to be 90 degrees in this building, she was sure of it. "Hey you two, we're taking everyone to the lake," Carol told them, walking into the room she and Finn were painting. "We have a surprise for y'all. Whenever Finn gets down, you guys can drive on out, okay?"
Rachel looked up at Finn, who was standing on top of a ladder trying to paint the corners of Burt's rebuilt office. "Will there be food?" he asked.
Carol laughed. "There will be food. We'll cook out. We're going to have a bonfire later, too, so there will be smores!"
"We'll be there," Finn said, winking at Rachel.
"Rachel, I'm getting some of those vegetable kabobs you like," Carol told the girl. She looked around at the room. "You kids have done such an amazing job. I'm so glad that you've all taken the time to help."
In the week since the riot had died down, the majority of Lima's residents had been rebuilding. The Glee Club split its time between helping Burt rebuild his shop and helping Mercedes dad rebuild his office. Though they have a variety of injuries, they'd been able to get quite a bit done.
Finn thought Rachel didn't notice him wincing every time he stretched to nail a board or paint something above his head, but she did. She knew he was hurting. She also knew that he wouldn't let it stop him from helping out.
"Don't let him work too hard, okay?" Carol whispered to Rachel. Rachel nodded. Carol kissed her on the cheek and left.
"Your mom is worried about you," Rachel told him after she'd left.
Finn shrugged, the motion causing him to teeter on the ladder. "Finn!" Rachel shrieked.
Steadying himself, he looked down at her. "I'm fine," he told her. "I keep telling you, I keep telling her, I keep telling everyone, I'm fine."
Rachel looked up at him. "I'm still going to worry." She stuck you lower lip out a bit and crossed her arms. "You can't stop me."
Finn laughed, climbing down the ladder. Rachel started putting away the paintbrushes and rollers she'd been using while he washed up. She was tired, but it was a good tired. After the war they'd been through, they'd all come out a little jaded. Finn still had nightmares where he was too late to save his friends. Rachel still got a little nervous around large men she didn't know. Kurt refused to be in a dark room. They were all carrying around reminders of what had happened, even if they weren't visible. The bruises and cuts and broken bones would probably heal much more quickly.
Finn watched her move, pulling off his paint splattered shirt. In true Rachel Berry fashion, her shorts were short and her shirt was tight. He'd been glad he'd been on top of the ladder because he couldn't stand around her without it becoming glaringly obvious just how attracted to her he was. Walking up behind her, he put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. He heard her suck in a breath and his entire body tightened.
"We're alone, right?" he asked, his hands moving up to cup her breasts. They hadn't been alone in the past week; there was always someone around.
Rachel moaned and leaned back into him. "We are." She'd missed touching him. She'd missed him touching her. Being around him all of the time and neither of those things happening had driven her crazy.
"I've missed you," he whispered. Finn moved his hand down her body, stopping at the waistband of her shorts. Rachel whimpered and nodded. Finn's hand dipped below the fabric and slid against her; he was amazed at how wet she was already. She let out a soft gasp as his fingers moved around her. His lips found her neck again, sucking lightly on the salty skin there. "You're so perfect."
Rachel felt like her legs were going to give out. She couldn't stop the little cries of pleasure that were escaping her mouth. She moved her hips back into his, her body tightening at his moan. His fingers moving faster, Rachel's breathing became harsher. She grabbed the hand kneading her breast and squeezed it, her other hand reaching up to tangle in his hair.
She fell apart in his hands. Finn wasn't able to stifle her moans, nor did he want to. Every sound she made moved over his body like a warm breath. "Rach," he said huskily. His body ached for her.
Rachel knew what he needed. She reached behind her and tugged his jeans down, then pulled her own down. Still in front of him, she bent over the table she'd put their things on.
This was new. Finn pushed inside her slowly, feeling her clench around him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, grabbing her hips and moving deeper into her. "Oh God," she moaned putting her head against the table.
"Is this okay?" he asked her, afraid to move.
Rachel moaned again in response, pushing herself against him. Finn's hand tightened on her hips and he began to move. He closed his eyes, moving his hands over her body. He reached around and under her shirt to cup her breasts again, pulling her to him.
The way he fit inside her, the way he moved against her, the way he loved her…Rachel couldn't breathe. Her whole body shook and she couldn't stop it. "Now," she gasped. "Finn, now."
Finn nodded, moving faster. Rachel screamed his name as she climaxed, putting her head down against the table again. Finn thrust into her a few more times, finding his own release. When he pulled out of her, Rachel quickly turned around and wrapped her arms around him.
Finn gently picked her up and held her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, looking up at him. "That was new," he said, smiling. He turned so that he was sitting on the table with her in his lap. He stared at her lips for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed them.
Rachel kissed him back. "I didn't think I was ever going to get you alone," she said against his lips.
Finn pulled back. "You've been wanting to get me alone?" he asked her, grinning.
Rachel nodded. "It's all I've been able to think about for the last week."
He laughed. "I'm glad I didn't know that. It was hard enough trying to get through this week."
Rachel smiled, watching his face. He had the cutest facial expressions. "You've been wanting to get me alone?"
"God, yes," he told her.
"Finn!" Rachel cried, hitting his arm.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"I've slept in your bed three nights in the last week and you didn't do anything! I thought you were too hurt."
Finn groaned. "I didn't think you were ready," he told her. "I thought that after everything that had happened, you might need some time."
"That's sweet, but no," Rachel told him. She laid her head back and laughed.
"This isn't funny!" Finn told her, trying to hide his grin.
"I love you," she said, kissing his cheek.
"I love you, too," he told her. "And I always will."
"Have you talked to your mom about New York?" she asked him.
"A little. I'll talk to her again tonight. Mr. Schue told me today that anyone in town would be willing to write me a letter of recommendation." He sighed. "I don't know if that's true, but I might need those letters."
Rachel looked into his eyes, smiling. "We're really going to do it, aren't we?"
Finn nodded. "You're not going to be able to get rid of me," he told her.
"I wouldn't want to," she whispered, kissing him.
Finn deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him. "A whole week," he mumbled.
Rachel pulled away and rose on her knees at his side. "Let's make up for lost time," she whispered, grinding down against him.
Finn's hands moved to her waist, his thumbs rubbing her skin. "If you stay with me for a lifetime, I think that would almost make up for it," he told her.
"It's the least I can do," Rachel said, closing her eyes and sliding onto him. "Oh," she said, surprised again at how large he was.
Finn put his forehead to hers. "Are you okay?"
Rachel bit her lip. "So much better than okay," she told him as she began moving. "A whole week," she moaned.
Finn smiled, then got lost in Rachel.