A/N: M rated chapter alert. If you're easily offended or have virgin eyes just skip down to the end.
Only a sliver of sunlight broke through the clouds to light Rachel's living room. The kitchen was a mess; half eaten boxes of take out from the night before and a barely touched bag of bagels bound to go stale lined the counter. The kitchen had merely become a stopping point for nourishment on their way to the bedroom. She'd never let it become such a sore sight before, but she'd also never had Finn in her bed to keep her well distracted before either.
Finn pressed his lips together and shook his head in a childlike manner as Rachel pressed the cold spoon to his lips.
"Nope," he said firmly as he turned his head sideways away from the spoon. "You're never going to convince me that ice cream made from rice is as good as the real stuff."
"All I'm asking is you try it," Rachel pouted and pushed the spoon at him again, a spot of the treat getting on his cheek. She reached her other hand under the spoon to catch the drip of faux ice cream as it started to melt. "Hurry up it's melting."
"Fine." He whipped his head around and reluctantly took the spoon she pressed at him in his mouth. "It's like chocolate flavored sand." His mumbled, trying to swallow the gritty concoction.
"It does not," Rachel giggled as she scooped up a spoonful for herself. "It's a perfectly suitable substitute. Look you've got some on you," she said as she leaned forward and kissed the dab on his cheek. "And here," she continued as her lips moved to the gooey spot on his bare chest; all traces of teasing lost when her tongue darted against his skin.
She smiled proudly against him when she felt his body hum appreciate lively against her lips which lingered against his chest. A moment later she felt his hands tangle in her hair pulling her mouth back up to his. The taste of chocolate still lingered on his lips as their mouths met.
In an instant he flipped on her back. His mouth slipped off of her and trailed tiny kisses along her jaw line before it moved to her neck. Rachel tangled her hands into his hair and let out breathy moans as he descended lower; his tongue tracing over every spot of skin it met. The attention he paid to details, the way he read her body and the noises she made reminded her of everything she'd learned about her body, she had learned with him. The difference this time was that they were no longer teenagers having to sneak around. They could take their time and lavish each other.
She pulled on his hair as he took small nips at the sensitive flesh of her breasts and then soothed them with his tongue. The sensations overtook her as her body began to move against his on its own will. Her leg hooked around his waist and she pulled at his hair silently begging him to stop his deliciously torturous actions. He finally stopped his ministrations long enough to shift his body upward, teasing her already sensitive skin along the way until he hovered over her, his body perfectly aligned with hers. Finn's mouth dropped against hers in a sloppy passion-filled kiss as he pushed himself inside her. His mouth ripped away from hers and his head dropped to her shoulder as he moved inside of her. He whispered her name over and over with each thrust and the simple sound in her ear stirred her body as much as his motions did. Her whimpers of pleasure became louder as his thrusts became faster and shaper. Her free hand clawed down his back as it all became too intense and she shook beneath him, crying out his name, giving into the pleasure moments before he did.
Rachel's body went limp beneath him as Finn's body collapsed on top of her. She lazily ran her hand up his back and into his hair, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of her and the way he lingered inside of her. As he slipped off of her Rachel curled against him, resting her head against his chest. Her eyes slipped closed as she felt his fingers slipping through her hair then let out a sigh of content.
The overwhelming feelings that she was experiencing at that moment were ones she knew all too well. . Everything that had happened between them over the last few days came so easily and felt so natural that in order not to lose herself completely in the possibility of a future with him she needed to remind herself it was too soon to know what the future held. However, despite her best efforts to talk herself out of the feeling she knew. For years she'd tried to get over him; at times she'd even believed she was, but at the moment she knew it'd never happened and probably never would.
Her eyes slipped closed and she let out another soft sigh as she fought away the urge to tell him that she was still in love with him despite the time that had passed and everything that had happened between them She reached up, dancing her fingers in lazy patterns over his chest, letting the sounds of the rain pelting against the window frame and Finn's heartbeat lulling them both into a comfortable state of silence as they listened to the soft sounds emanating from the small radio.
"Listen when all of this around us falls. I'll tell you what we're going to do. You will shelter me, my love. And I, I will shelter you." She softly sang along as she slid her body closer against his.
"I like that song," Finn mumbled lazily, as a small half smile rested on his face and his fingers continued to comb through her hair.
"Me too," Rachel whispered and tilted her gaze upwards so she could take in the peaceful look that was washed over him. "I'm glad it rained today." She added, but forced her mouth closed before the words had a chance to tumble out. She knew she needed to change her mind set before she spoke her thoughts out loud, thoughts she feared would scare him back into his shell. Her eyes moved from his face to glance over at the bedside clock. "I have to leave soon, I don't think I've ever not wanted to go to the theatre this much."
She rested her head back against his chest and listened to the beat of his heart again. She almost let herself get lost in the feeling again but instead pushed herself up and off of him.
Finn's eyes shot open and went straight to Rachel as she got out of the bed. "Where are you going?" He asked confused as he pushed himself to sit up.
"I have to shower," she said casually and took a farther from the bed before she stopped to shoot him a flirty look over her shoulder. "You coming?"
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Kurt turned his key and pushed the door to Rachel's apartment open. "Rachel?" He called out as he looked around at the dark living room. His eyes followed the first light they caught into the kitchen. His eyes went wide with shock at the mess, "My god," he said to himself as he clasped his hand over his mouth. "Rachel!" He called out again as he left the disgusting mess and started down the hall. He saw the bathroom door open, his ears registering the sounds of a running shower and the soft hum of her voice.
"Rachel, what the hell happened to your..." He called out as he walked into the bathroom, his eyes flying open as a shrilled scream leapt from his throat at the sight in front of him.
The water of the shower head was turned away from their bodies, streaming down the shower door. Rachel's back was pressed against the shower wall, her eyes closed, her hands buried in Finn's hair as she registered nothing around her but the pleasure and sensations of his tongue against her center. Softly hummed moans breaking free from her throat every time she felt Finn's lips vibrate against her. They were both lost in their own world of pleasure until a foreign scream broke them out of it.
Rachel's eyes snapped open and Finn's head shot out from between her legs as they both looked up to see Kurt's retreating from followed by the bathroom door slamming behind it. Finn's eyes met Rachel's with an apologetic look, "Habit of living alone, I forget to close doors behind me," he let an embarrassed laugh out through his nose as he stood up. "We're never going to hear the end of this."
"I know," Rachel said in a slightly mortified as she turned the shower head towards her and began to quickly wash up. "I'll go handle him. You finish showering and give me a couple of minutes." She tip toed up to kiss his cheek before she stepped out of the shower pulled her robe on.
"Kurt?" Rachel said softly as she made her was down the hall and gave the living room a once over. "Kurt are what you doing?" Rachel asked as she found Kurt in her kitchen rummaging through the counter under her sink.
"I'm looking for bleach or some other corrosive liquid to pour into my eyes so I never have to see that," he sharply, pointing behind him without ever removing his head from inside the cabinet. "Again!"
"Stop being so dramatic." She said as she pulled on his shoulder trying to get him to face her.
Kurt stood up to give her a look of complete shock before he wildly waved his hands. "Dramatic? Wasn't it just a week ago you were telling me you two were just friends and now I walk into your apartment and find his head buried in your..." He closed his eyes and vigorously shook his head, "It's back again. The image. It's back. I'm going to have nightmares for months over this."
"Seriously," Finn walked into the kitchen in a pair of jeans, scrubbing a towel over the side of his head. "Who just walks in someone's bathroom while they're showering?"
"I do!" Kurt snapped his head in Finn's direction. "I walk in, I sit on the counter and we talk. Sometimes it's the only chance we get to talk and who leaves the bathroom door open when they're doing..." He stopped and took in a sharp breath, "That!" He waved his hands in a disgusted manner then pointed his finger at Finn again, "You are paying for my therapy," his finger waved back and forth between Finn and Rachel before it settled on her, "Both of you. And what happened to your kitchen? Are you too busy acting like teenagers in the middle of a sexcapade to remember what cleaning is?"
Rachel shot Finn an apologetic look and leaned in to kiss Kurt's cheek, "And on that note I have to go get ready for my performance." She stopped and gave Finn a quick kiss on his cheek, "Sorry." She whispered into his ear before she disappeared out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.
"Come on it's not like you've never caught us before." Finn said with a laugh in a feeble attempt to ease Kurt's freak out.
"That was like over a decade ago and you were under blankets," Kurt responded and narrowed his eyebrows at Finn. "It would have been nice to know you were in town," he said as he took a step forward to give him a hug. "Before I saw it on the Tonys."
"Yeah, it was kind of an unplanned last minute vacation." He said as he hugged his brother back before he pulled away with a shrug, following Kurt into the living room.
"So what, I invited you to New York a thousand times. Alison has to drag you to my wedding but Rachel calls once and you're on the first plane out?" He cocked his head and closed his eyes to take a breath and as he realized his comment might have been slightly out of line. "It's good to see you especially when you don't look like shit."
Finn laughed and slapped Kurt's back, "I'm glad because I don't feel like it either. Now go ahead. I know that breath it was your I'm trying not to say something breath, so say it."
Kurt shook his head, "Nope. I'm not getting in the middle of it. Though the fact that it is the two of you I am already in the middle of it. But you look happy and I'm not going to say anything to change that."
"But there is something you want to say then?" Finn cocked an eyebrow. "If you want to ask me a bunch of questions about this I'm not going to have any answers for you. All I know is that I am happy right now. Rachel, she's," he stopped and searched for the words unable to find ones to verbalize what he wanted to say.
"She's always made you happy?" Kurt tipped his head before he leaned it back against the sofa. "I just hope you two know what you're getting into. Rachel never got over you. I know she's the one who ended it and she thought she was doing the right thing, but she never got over you. She cried for two weeks straight after you got married and at my wedding when she thought you were still married to Alison and Jace was your son, well I could hear her sobbing through the suite walls….and you've been a mess for ages…and I just... I don't want in the middle of this because if it goes badly I'm afraid there might not be anything left of either of you to pick up off the floor this time."
Finn tried to absorb Kurt's words, trying to process them all as fast as he said them but his mind zoomed in on one single phrase. "What do you mean she thought she was doing the right thing?" His words came gruff and only a split second before the bedroom door opened and Rachel appeared with her purse over her shoulder.
"I'm already running late," she said as she grabbed her keys off the bar and moved in front of Kurt leaning down to give him a hug before she turned her attention to Finn, her lips meeting his for a quick kiss as if it was a daily routine.
His eyes slipped closed and his hand shot up behind her neck as she tried to pull away. Finn raised his body slightly and pushed his lips back against hers deepening the kiss, wordlessly begging her to save him from his conversation with Kurt as well as begging her not to leave.
Kurt watched their intimate moment immediately noticing the small smiled that registered on Rachel's face as she ran her hand over Finn's cheek when she finally broke their kiss. He listened as she whispered that she would see him later that evening, and then waited until she was out the door before he spoke again.
"That's a question you need to ask her."
A/N: I promise you're going to find out what happened between them in the first place soon. The lyrics used in this chapter are from Ray LaMontagne's Shelter. And Jen you're like awesome sauce for beta-ing thanks again. And thanks to everyone else for sticking with me on this one and reading/reviewing/alerting etc.