Finally an update! This chapter took forever and I'm so sorry about that but it's finally here! Also, I hope the title is correct. If anyone knows French let me know if it needs to be changed and the way the French woman speaks English is based off of Fleur Delacour in Harry Potter. :)
And I just want to thank everyone who reviewed on the last chapter and said I should keep going. I really do love writing this and it means so much to me that you all enjoy reading it. Thank you so much!
October 11th, 2019
Finn was still red as a lobster but the pain seemed to have lessened since his initial burn. To help him recuperate they spent all of Thursday in the room, or at least Finn did.
When she woke up that day, Rachel found herself alone in bed wondering where her burnt husband was. She checked the bathroom to find nothing then decided to go downstairs to see if maybe he had gone to get breakfast. As she walked over to her bag to grab clothes she saw a foot sticking out from the opposite side of the bed. She moved around the corner and found Finn lying on the floor on his back snoring away.
Rachel smiled at her supine husband then knelt down next to him, kissing his cheeks and lips lightly to rouse him. His eyes fluttered open as he realized Rachel was there.
"Hey baby," he said groggily.
"Morning honey. Why are you on the floor?" Rachel stared at him wondering.
"The sheets hurt my skin and you kinda stung my chest when you would snuggle against me." Finn looked a little guilty. Under normal circumstances, Rachel snuggling against him was one of his favorite ways to sleep. Whether he was the big spoon or little one didn't matter; he just liked feeling her body against his. Since his skin stung like a bitch every time pressure was applied to it however, it had hurt too much to lie with her that way.
Rachel looked at him with sympathy. "I'm sorry baby. I'm just so used to snuggling into you. You know I love to cuddle." She giggled a little.
Finn sighed. "I know baby. I love to cuddle too; it just hurts right now."
Rachel stood up and offered her hand out to him. "Why don't you come up onto the bed? I'm awake now so I'll be sure not to rub against your chest." She helped Finn to his feet while he winced in pain the whole time. "I guess this means our vacation sex odyssey is over now." Rachel sighed in discontent and pouted a little at Finn whose eyes widened at her statement.
"Fuck that! We're still having sex. Strip woman!" Finn commanded in a stern voice before cracking a smile.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You are incorrigible! Finn, you can barely move. We're not having sex. You're too badly burned." She grabbed the aloe off the desk and motioned for Finn to lie down so she could rub him down. He rolled his eyes back at her but did as was told. Only when she put her hands out to soothe his skin he grabbed her wrists and pulled her on top of him earning a squeal from her and forcing a groan from his own body. He ignored the stinging in his chest and legs and sat Rachel on his upper thighs where he wasn't burned.
"My dick isn't burned," he announced with a smirk, moving his hips under her to make her aware of his growing arousal.
"Oh how romantic," she replied sarcastically as she started smoothing the aloe over his skin.
It instantly brought relief to his body making Finn sure he could have sex with no problem. "I'm serious Rach. You know sex reduces pain. It'll take my mind off the sting." He gave her the puppy dog pout and smoothly ran his hands up and down her thighs.
Rachel bit her lip, unsure. "If you really want to… I just thought you were too in pain considering you didn't even spend the whole night on the bed." She just shrugged but pulled her shirt off anyway to reveal her breasts whose dark nipples were already pebbled.
Finn smiled and started pulling at her shorts. "I'll never be too in pain to make love to you."
Rachel grinned and lifted herself off him to pull her shorts and underwear off while Finn did the same. His erection was already very prominent and Rachel got back on the bed between Finn's legs. She wrapped her hand around his girth and took his head into her mouth.
Finn watched through hooded eyes with his mouth hanging open as Rachel sucked on him slowly and gently, playing with his tip with her tongue and lightly massaging his thighs. She brought her hand up to cup his balls before running her lips down his shaft to take them into her mouth. As she sucked on them, Rachel's hand worked his length, her thumb spreading his moisture over his tip. Her other hand scratched up Finn's lower abdomen until a sharp gasp and fingers removing her hand caught her attention.
Rachel removed her head from Finn's waist and looked at him with concern. "Sorry, I forgot." She bit her lip and ran her hands through her hair to gather it to one side. She leaned her head back down and stared up at Finn as her talented mouth went back to work.
As they progressed, Finn moaned every so often at the techniques Rachel was using to give better pain relief than any medicine ever could. When he focused on Rachel's warm, wet mouth and her fingers playing with his sensitive areas, he couldn't even feel the sting of his burn anymore. Before he could burst though, he wanted Rachel on top of him so he could come inside her.
"Ugh," he gurgled out as he tried to speak. "Rach, Rachel, get on me."
Rachel stopped and looked at him with worry. "Are you sure Finn? I don't want to hurt you and you seem to be fine with this." She chewed on her lip. If he was that in pain she didn't want to add to it with rambunctious love making.
"Rachel, I am a grown man capable of making my own grown up decisions and I've decided that I want to fuck you with my dick right now."
Rachel scoffed. "Must you say it that way? You aren't Puck." Rachel straddled Finn's hips and hovered over his length, teasing his tip with her sopping opening.
"I'm sorry. I want you to make sweet, sweet love to me. Was that less Puck-like?" he said with a mocking grin.
"Hey buddy! I suggest if you want me to have sex with you right now, don't mock me!" She sank down onto Finn and smacked his sunburn a little with her hands.
Finn let out a sharp gasp.
"Still want to have sex?" Rachel asked raising her eyebrow and smirking at Finn whose eyes were a little watery.
He shook his head. "Yep. You won't deter me."
"Okay, if you're sure." She leaned forward to kiss Finn, trying to avoid his sensitive skin as she figured the slap was enough retaliation for the mocking. Rachel sat back up, flipping her hair back behind her and began moving back and forth riding Finn's shaft. He ran his hands over her thighs and up her stomach to hold her boobs. Finn flicked her nipples and tweaked them as Rachel placed her hands over his.
Her eyes closed and she whined at the friction in her lower body. She took Finn's hand in hers and pushed it down to her center. Finn ran his thumb over her swollen nub forcing her to mewl loudly.
"Oh Finn," Rachel whined. She pressed her hands flat against Finn's chest for support and dug her fingernails into his skin as Finn's member brushed against her spot.
Finn's eyes watered at the pain of Rachel clawing his chest. He gripped her hands tightly in his to pry her fingers off and end the sharp pain in his pecs. Once her fingers were laced in his, he tried to ignore the pain and focus on his throbbing member inside his wife. Rachel didn't notice at all however as her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. Finn tried to focus on the way Rachel's walls tightened around him and how wet she was and the sounds coming out of her mouth. As she cried out his name once more, Finn let go and released into her.
She followed a few seconds later before collapsing onto Finn's chest bringing the pain flooding back which pushed him over the edge. He let out a huge sob of pain and the tears began flowing.
"Owowowowow," Finn cried out as he shoved Rachel off his body forcefully. He openly wept as he lightly patted his chest trying to alleviate the pain.
Rachel had been rather perturbed at being so unceremoniously flung off her husband only seconds after climaxing. "Jesus Finn! I'm not a ragdoll; you can't just throw me around!" she complained until she sat up and noticed Finn was crying. Her eyebrows knit together and she ran her fingers through his hair comfortingly. "Are you crying?"
"No!" Finn said harshly before a sob escaped his lips. "It hurts so much Rachel." He turned into her accepting her comfort like a little boy needing his mommy after falling off his bike and skinning his knee. "Oh God Rachel, I hate the sun so much."
She felt so bad for Finn but at the same time she told him having sex would not be a good idea. "I told you but you insisted."
Finn looked up at her with puffy red eyes. "Yeah, because the sex felt good! It was your nails in my chest that hurt!"
"Well we just won't have sex anymore until your skin feels better. I don't want to see you cry and I don't want to be thrown around." She kissed Finn's head while he ran his hand up and down her arm.
"Can I still get blowjobs?" he mumbled into her chest where his head was currently nestled.
Rachel let out a hearty chuckle. "Sure, but only because I like you so much."
Very carefully Rachel removed herself from under Finn and got out bed to find some clothes. She walked into the bathroom to clean up for the day. "Do you want any food? I'm going to that market not too far away since room service is so expensive. I figure if you can barely move and are in so much pain you're crying during sex, we could just stay in and relax today."
"Whatever you get is fine. I'll eat anything."
A few minutes later, Rachel walked out fresh from a shower and completely dressed. "Alright, I'll be back soon." She grabbed the Sports Illustrated Kurt had packed for Finn – he really had thought of everything – and tossed it onto the bed next to him before leaning down to give him a deep kiss. "Since I won't be here to entertain you and there's no TV, I guess you can read up on whatever is new in sports."
"I still can't believe there isn't a TV here. Everything would probably be in French anyway though."
Rachel chuckled. "I'll be back soon."
Though she had only meant to go out to get food for her and Finn for the day, Rachel ended up spending the day out wandering around the area nearby. There was more than just food around and Rachel was having a grand time shopping without hearing Finn whine about it. By the time she got back to the room, Finn was passed out on the bed. He was so peaceful looking she didn't bother to wake him choosing instead to take the hotel phone out to the balcony and called her dads, Burt and Carole and Kurt and tell them all how wonderful a time she and Finn were having. They had forgotten over the past few days to call and thank them for the trip.
The day had been mostly quiet and uneventful but it really did help Finn to rest.
As for their last full day in Nice however, they were not going to spend it holed up in their room. When they woke up on that Friday, Finn could move again and unless someone was to slap Finn's skin, he was in minimal pain. So today they were going on a wine tour.
Rachel had always thought a wine tour would be so much fun and romantic. She didn't drink that often but when she did it was wine…at least after college, and she thought getting to try French wine in France would be an amazing experience. The tour she found included stops along the way to the vineyard and she and Finn had a fabulous time wandering the streets of the towns they stopped in and they enjoyed the beautiful views of the French Riviera. The day had been going swimmingly, a perfect end to the perfect honeymoon – minus Finn's sunburn – until they actually got to the wine tasting portion of the wine tour.
Rachel knew better than to actually drink the wine at the tasting. If she did she'd end up completely sloshed and that would not be fun for the trip back so like most of the people there she would spit the wine out as was expected. She was in the middle of trying a delicious white wine when she noticed Finn wasn't around anymore.
Rachel put down her glass and began searching for her husband. She found him in the lobby of the main building slumped in a chair, legs stretched out, holding a glass of wine in each hand.
"Finn, what are you doing out here?" Rachel asked as she walked over to him.
"Rachel! Hey wife! This was such a good idea, Rach! I love this wine. It's so good!" he crowed, holding the glass in his right hand up nearly spilling it all over the floor.
Rachel's mouth fell open when she realized what was going on. "Finn, are you drunk?"
"As a skunk!" He giggled at his rhyme before taking another sip of the wine in his left hand then one from the right. "They should mix these two together. They're really good."
"Finn! You weren't supposed to actually drink the whole glass. You taste it then spit it back out!" Rachel hissed at him in frustration. Now she'd have to help carry his drunk ass back to the hotel. "Didn't you listen to anything I said on the way here?"
A wide goofy grin crossed his face. "Nope," he said simply before taking another sip from each glass.
Rachel had to stop this before he got intolerable and humiliated her in public in France. She stepped closer to Finn and held her hand out for him to give her the glasses. "Hand 'em over."
Finn's face scrunched. "No. They're mine and I want them." Defiantly, Finn stared at Rachel as he took bigger gulps from both glasses.
Rachel rubbed her temple. "Finn, please give me the glasses. You've had enough and we're leaving soon anyway. How many have you had anyway that you are this drunk already?" They hadn't really been at the tasting all that long and Finn had a pretty high alcohol tolerance due to his size and years of drinking beer with his friends.
"Like…twelve…I think." He was really straining to remember.
"Finn," Rachel chastised. "Give me those glasses. You are done."
Finn just held them tighter to his body as he said no. He was on vacation. If he wanted to drink he should be able to. "I'm not done yet."
He went to take another sip but Rachel made a grab for the glass. Unfortunately Finn fought harder than she expected he would and as he pulled the glass back toward him the red liquid sloshed out and all over Rachel's chest. She gasped as the wine dripped down her chest, seeping into the yellow and pink fabric effectively ruining her sundress. She looked up from the growing stain into her giggling husband's face. Her jaw set and her mouth twitched as she tried very hard not to kill him right there.
"You. Are. Done!" she screeched out as she ripped the glasses from his hands and set them down on a nearby table. She stalked back over to Finn and using all the angry force she could muster, ripped Finn out of the chair and dragged him toward the nearest bathroom.
There were two women in the ladies room Rachel barged into and when they noticed Finn they grew quiet and exited the bathroom tossing dirty looks at Rachel.
"I can't believe you had that much to drink already! Why would you drink that much Finn?"
"'Cause they kept giving it to me. Whawas I s'posed to do? Be rude and say no?" he slurred.
Rachel tried blotting her dress with a wet towel but it was no use. "You sound like a teenager trying to talk their way out of being grounded by a parent and I'm not buying it Finn. You didn't have to drink that much."
"I paid for it! Why not?" He threw his hands in the air wildly.
Rachel just glared at him. "You paid to taste the wine. Not drink it."
"Tha's jus' stupid! I wanna drink it if I gotta pay for it. 'Sides you got drunk on our wedding night." Finn made a face at Rachel as if to say 'See? We're even'.
"That was different! We were surrounded by friends and family and only had to take an elevator up to our room. We're hours from the hotel and surrounded by foreigners who probably think we're stupid Americans!" she barked at him. "And you can't hold that over me because I made it up to you."
Finn smiled goofily. "Yeah you did." Feeling rather frisky from the memory and wine, Finn wrapped his arms around Rachel who was still trying in vain to work out the stain. He kissed her shoulder and worked his way up her neck to behind her ear. "Let me make it up to you now."
Rachel smiled despite herself at the feeling of Finn's lips on her skin and his arms around her waist. "No Finn. One, you're drunk. Two, we're in a ladies room in a public place. It can wait until later."
"We had sex on the plane in the bathroom." He kissed her neck once more, his lips making their way down to what he liked to call her 'yes' spot. Very rarely could Rachel tell Finn no when he found the right area to suck on.
Fighting the strategy she knew Finn was employing, Rachel turned in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. "That was a onetime thing and no one could walk in on us during. Anyone could come in here Finn. No." Rachel removed Finn's arms from her body then turned back toward the sink and rewet her towel.
Finn was not going to give up that easily however. He was horny and wanted to sex Rachel up right then and there. "Baby, there are regular doors on the stalls. No one would even know we were in one together," he lowered his voice as he held her again and put his mouth to her ear, "I just want to taste you on my tongue."
A shiver ran down Rachel's spine and she could feel wetness pooling at her center. Finn ran his hands down Rachel's body and started pulling her dress up to feel her skin underneath. Before she could let her hormones take over Rachel pulled Finn's hands from her body and turned around to look at him sternly. She couldn't believe she was about to do this...again.
"We can't do this here Finn." Rachel closed her eyes and blew out a shaky breath. "But we can move into a stall."
Rachel gripped Finn's hand and dragged him into the closest bathroom stall and slammed the door shut and locked it behind them. She turned around and Finn's lips were on hers as his hands started pulling her dress up again. His fingers found the elastic of her panties while Rachel's fingers found purchase in his hair. He shoved her panties down her body and dropped to his knees in front of her. Finn stuck his head under Rachel's dress and immediately began running his tongue up her thighs.
Her body quivered under his touch and her knees almost gave out as Finn's tongue made it to her slit. His hands smoothly slid up the back of Rachel's thighs to grip her bare ass and hold her up. Since Rachel couldn't see Finn's head under her dress she closed her eyes and focused solely on Finn's tongue laving over her opening and his hand moving to rest just above her clit. She moaned as his thumb found her nub and lightly circled it making her legs tremble with the effort of standing upright. Feeling her about to collapse, Finn hooked her legs over his shoulders and pressed his face even closer to her mound.
"Finn, do that thing-ohhh yes!" Rachel cried out as Finn dipped two fingers into Rachel to press on her g-spot while lightly swiping his tongue over her clit. He parted his lips to take her throbbing bundle between them and sucked on her earning many appreciative whines. As he lightly brushed over her spot Finn could feel Rachel's wall clamp around his fingers then rapidly release and clamp again as she came from his efforts.
Finn smiled against her gushing wet opening and licked up everything he could. The flavor of both wines he had been drinking and Rachel combined to explode on his taste buds. It was bittersweet and completely heavenly.
Having developed his own raging boner that needed taking care of, Finn placed Rachel down and crawled out from under her dress. He stood back up and before he could even try to get his pants off Rachel's hands were already pulling down the zipper and unbuttoning them, allowing his erection to spring free without dropping his pants completely.
It wasn't ideal but Rachel figured Finn would not be able to hold her up for any extended period of time do to his inebriation, so she sat him down on the toilet and lifted her dress then backed herself up to sit on Finn's lap before pushing back further to take him inside her.
Finn groaned as Rachel moved on him and he thrust forward to force himself inside her even further. She let out a strangled cry when Finn gripped her hips tightly and started bouncing her up and down. Rachel sounded like a siren wailing as Finn fucked her from behind while his hands moved up her body under the dress to cup her breasts. Rachel rolled her hips back and forth and leaned her back against Finn's chest, holding his head and fisting tufts of hair in her hands. They were going to look a total mess when they were done but neither cared at the moment.
Their chests heaved as their orgasms built inside until finally Finn couldn't hold it anymore. His cock swelled and released intensely inside Rachel with a guttural moan being forced out his mouth. His face was crimson from his sunburn, drinking and the exertion of sexing up his wife in a bathroom stall making Finn look as if he were about to have an aneurysm while he came.
As for Rachel all it took was some light pressure applied to her already over sensitized love button for her to join Finn in that place of unadulterated sexual bliss. Her eyes were closed and she smiled, biting her lower lip as Finn continued to run his finger over her wet nub.
The couple sat there silent, breathing heavily to get their heart rates back to normal with Finn's arms lovingly wrapped around Rachel's midriff, her arms over his, for several minutes before Rachel peeled herself away from Finn. She took a moment to clean herself up before focusing on her husband and getting him dressed again.
As she expected, Finn continued to sit there with a satisfied goofy grin on his face watching her clean off and pull her panties back on. "Told you I'd make it up to you," he said in a droll tone.
Rachel couldn't help but grin as she smoothed out her dress. "Well you're still drunk and I still have to carry you back to the hotel and you ruined my dress. You have a lot more making up to do when you're sober again. Now tuck yourself back in and let's go." She ran her fingers through his hair quickly trying to make it look like he hadn't just had sex while Finn worked to get his boxers and pants back on correctly.
When he stood up he wobbled a little but maintained balance by hanging onto the wall. "I love you, Rachel," he announced, taking her chin in his hand and pulling her closer for a kiss. "You're the best wife ever."
Rachel grinned. "I know I am." She chuckled then let Finn kiss her quickly. "I love you too, Finny." She puckered her lips once more and pecked him again.
Once sure they looked as presentable as two people who just fucked in a bathroom could, Rachel opened the door and peeked her head out to see if anyone was around. The bathroom was silent save for her and Finn's shuffling out the stall.
"Looks like we got lucky with no one coming in," Rachel commented as she walked over to the sink so they could wash their hands. Just then a toilet flushed and the stall door next to the one they had been in opened. A young woman exited the stall and when she looked up from brushing some lint off her dress and saw Finn and Rachel standing there she started to blush as did Rachel.
Rachel laughed nervously as she began to apologize and attempt to usher Finn out the door quickly. "Sorry, spilled some wine on us. Can't take him anywhere! We're just going now."
"Eet's okay. Eef I 'ad a man who look like 'im, I vant to 'ave sex wiz 'im all ze time too," the woman said with a thick French accent. She winked at a dumbstruck and mortified Rachel then went about washing her hands as if nothing was wrong while Finn swayed there still smiling goofily. The woman finished washing her hands, checked her hair then walked past Rachel and Finn with a smile. "Au revoir!"
Finn and Rachel stood in the bathroom alone again. Rachel turned to look at Finn and stuck her finger in his face. "You are so lucky that out of everyone who could have caught us it was a woman who appears to have no problem with exhibitionism! Now let's go!" she said angrily, taking Finn's hand with force and dragging him from the bathroom.
They had to get back to the hotel before anyone else could figure out what they had just been up to.