I am so sorry for the extreme delay in updating. I swear, I'm going to try to update more frequently, but I can't make any promises. Just another bit of fluff and smut before things get more serious in the next chapter. So enjoy!
August 30th, 2014
Even through his eyelids the light was blinding as he woke up, a bit stiff and sore from the irritating bed he was lying in, and he wondered who the hell had turned on the sun. As his eye cracked open, he saw a roof that was not the one he usually woke to in his bedroom at home or his dorm in New York and was momentarily lost as to his whereabouts. When he turned his head and found the car door however, the events of the night previous had returned.
He couldn't believe that he hadn't put in the spikes to hold down the tent and that it had been destroyed. Finn had ruined a few pieces of Rachel's lingerie with his vigor in the past but he had never destroyed the room they were in, if a tent could really be considered a room. Honestly, if it hadn't happened to them, Finn could see the situation actually being rather humorous. But it had happened to them and now it surely meant he was in the dog house. The only reason Rachel was even sharing a sleeping bag with him was just to stay warm.
He looked down at Rachel and smiled at how completely zonked out she was. Her mouth hung open with a hint of drool dripping out and her eyes were covered by her hair. She was lying with her chest pressed into his side, her leg between his and her arm draped over his body to wrap around his torso. Though she may not have consciously forgiven him, in her sleep, she still enjoyed him as her teddy bear. Finn rubbed her back gently to wake her up nice and easy to begin the conscious forgiveness.
"Rachel, wake up baby." She didn't respond at all. "Rach, sweetie, time to wake up."
"Hnnnnmph," she whined as she snuggled her face into his chest further, readjusting her body to get even closer to him. "No."
"No?" He smiled and kissed the top of her head.
"No. More sleep," she mumbled into his chest.
"Are you sure?"
Rachel tilted her head up to peek at him through one eye. "I'm comfortable."
"How are you comfortable? We're in the cramped back of an SUV?"
Rachel kissed his chest and rubbed her hand back and forth over his side. "Not all of us are Sasquatch and you're a comfy body pillow."
"Is that all I am to you?" he joked, entwining their fingers together on his stomach.
"If you don't want to be in the doghouse, it is for now." She grinned at him and shifted so she was directly on top of him, her arms folded on his chest and her chin resting on them.
Finn rubbed her thighs and mashed his lips together. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to forget to pin down the tent."
"Well, you can make it up to me."
"Anything you want."
"Coffee. Lots of coffee." Rachel chuckled and sat up and Finn pushed himself up on his elbows.
Finn stared intently at Rachel's bare breasts and licked his lips. He could feel the burn of desire growing down below and Rachel's center being mere inches away was not helping. All he could think of was reaching out and pinching her taut little nipple and burying himself inside her. "Is that really all you want? I was thinking sexual favors."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Of course you are because that's all you seem to think about when I'm naked." His eyes didn't divert from her chest. "Finn!"
"I'm sorry, what?"
She shook her head in disbelief. "Sexual favors wouldn't exactly be making it up to me since you'd get just as much enjoyment out of it."
"But it would make you feel extra good!" He grinned cheesily at her before flicking his eyes back to her boobs. Sneakily, Finn began sliding his hand up the inside of Rachel's thigh.
"We're in the backseat of a car."
"We've done it in the front seat of a car before."
"That's less of a cliché."
"Who cares about clichés when it feels so good?" His hand found its destination and Rachel gasped and slapped his chest when he cupped her.
"Finn Hudson! Remove your h-hand," she tried to scold, her eyelids fluttering as he circled his finger around her opening, making her wet and her mouth drop open.
"Are you sure sexual favors won't work?" he asked with a smug tone and grin.
Rachel's toes curled and her fingers dug into his shoulders when his finger slipped inside her. "U-unlike you, I do n-not have sex on the br-ain 24/7. I am not…ohhh…that kind of girl." She didn't want to give in. She was still upset with him over the tent thing but at the same time, his hand felt really great and she really could milk him for all he was worth in every aspect through his guilt. Sure it was a little mean, but maybe he should have listened to her when she told him to read the directions then they would have been waking up in a tent after a night of awesome sex instead of the back of the truck with sexual frustration. So to mess with him a little, she conceded with a condition.
She pressed her lips to Finn's in a searing kiss before sitting up again and pushing him back down. Rachel took Finn's hands in hers and held them down near his head before shimmying her body up his. His eyes darkened and a half smirk graced his lips when Rachel got on her knees and settled her body over his head.
"You may have something with that sexual favors idea…" she commented as she placed his hands on her hips and lowered her body to his mouth. His lips pressed against her hot flesh and she mewled when his hot tongue lapped between her folds and pressed onto her clit, teasing it out and making her throb in want. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back and put her hand out to grip the handle above the door for support. "Oh, fuck." Her head tilted forward again and she opened her eyes to look down at Finn's which were peering up at her, nearly black with lust.
Rachel lifted her hips ever so slightly and rocked them back and forth over Finn's lips as he licked along her wet slit. Neither was in a hurry to get to the destination and Rachel wanted to make sure the journey would be fun. While he lapped at her core, Finn's hands skimmed along her thighs until he reached her center. Tonguing her clit, his fingers slipped inside her body and she shuddered from the contact and her breathing grew heavier as she fell deeper and deeper into the haze.
Her eyes fell closed once more as her chest heaved and she concentrated on the feeling of Finn beneath her alone. The way his tongue felt as it tickled her sensitive flesh slowly before speeding up and spinning in different directions then slowing again to a near stop, forcing her to whine and whimper for more until he picked up the pace again, the sound of his licks and kisses to her mound and the sucking on her skin, the soft moans that escaped his throat as if she were the most delectable treat he had ever had the privilege to consume, the feel of his long rough fingers teasing her inside, rubbing against her silky walls, making her forget her own name. It was all very quiet and very intimate and in that moment, Rachel could swear she had never been more physically satisfied or in love with her boyfriend in her existence. Nothing mattered except Finn's head between her parted thighs.
Then the heat grew, pulsing inside of her, making her legs quiver and her back arch, until she couldn't fight it anymore. Her hips rolled and she pressed her body as close to Finn's mouth as humanly possible and slipped her fingers into his hair, gripping for dear life as if she might float away and disappear. She didn't want to disappear. She wanted to stay in that feeling of pure, unadulterated bliss for the rest of eternity. She wanted to always feel as good as Finn was making her feel and she never wanted to quench the fire raging below her belly and making her fall apart.
Her body shook as she came so incredibly hard she couldn't physically make a sound. Her breath held as she saw bursts of color behind her eyelids and fought to keep herself upright. She could vaguely feel Finn gripping her hip with his free hand while his other continued to work her g-spot furiously while his tongue teased her nub. When it all became too much a loud moan ripped from her throat and she fell forward, her shoulders caught between the two front seats as her head lilted down and her vision went fuzzy until she closed her eyes. Little silver sparkles floated behind her eyelids.
For as much buildup to her orgasm as there was, the moment always felt fleeting.
"Holy fuck," Rachel mumbled to herself. Below her, she could feel Finn pulling his hand away from her center and shifting her body so she was no longer on his face. She could feel and hear him moving behind her and then his big, strong arms wrapped tightly around her middle to pull her away from the seats.
"Am I forgiven?" he asked, a smile in his voice as he laid her down on the sleeping bag. She felt hot all over yet her skin was dewy and cold. As Finn settled over her however, she instantly felt warmer. Rachel played with his ear and opened her eyes to look up at him. She began laughing when she saw that his chin was glistening. "What?" Rachel pulled him closer and kissed his lips, tasting herself on them, before licking his chin.
"Not quite yet," she said quietly when she finished.
"What?" he replied a little dreamily. Finn was so turned on by her tongue lapping at her juices on his chin that he had completely forgotten what they had been talking about.
Rachel giggled and ran her fingertips back and forth over his broad pale shoulders. She idly wondered if he'd want to lay out with her later. "You aren't quite forgiven yet."
He groaned and dropped his forehead onto her shoulder. "How many times do I have to apologize?"
"A few more." She flashed him a cute smile as he lifted his head then kissed the tip of his nose. Then she pushed at his shoulders to get him to roll off her. Rachel sat up and stretched while Finn stared at her breasts and swallowed. He hadn't mentioned it yet but he kinda had a massive boner. "Where's my bag?"
"Front," he replied dumbly as he pointed and continued to stare at her naked form. He really hoped he could give her another sexual favor to apologize, this time using his penis. Rachel located her bag and dug around for some clothes. All the while her ass was staring Finn in the face as she settled between the front seats to grab her things and he laid there watching her. Then he got a little frisky and began sliding his hand up her inner thigh.
"Finn!" Rachel whipped her head around to face his childish smirk. "Knock it off! I have to get dressed so we can get going." His face fell then his brows dipped together and his lips pinched tightly.
"But I have…" he gestured below the waist. "Don't I get…?"
Rachel just sat back on her heels and pulled on a t-shirt and maneuvered to get some panties and shorts on. "Not right now. We don't have time. I want to get to get out of here." She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up a little. Get dressed and make sure we have everything from outside then you can meet me by the bathrooms so I don't need to walk all the way back here. Okay?"
Even though she asked a question, she made it sound like a demand. Rachel put her hands on Finn's shoulders and leaned forward to give him a soft kiss on the lips. "I love you. Now hurry up and get dressed. We haven't got all day." She moved toward the door and hopped out of the car before Finn could even process what had just happened.
He threw his head back and groaned. Finn had a feeling he'd be paying for those spikes for a while to come.
Heeding Rachel's wishes, Finn mailman-ed away his little – well not that little – problem, found his clothes and put the car together again and moved everything from the front seats to the back. He searched the area for signs of anything that had been left outside the night before but it seemed pretty clear until he came across where their tent had been. Right there on the ground was a little plastic bag with four rounded end spikes. Finn picked them up and went back to the car, putting them in the glove box, hoping Rachel wouldn't look in there. Four minutes later he was waiting for in the parking lot near the bathrooms.
When she walked out of the bathrooms, she looked fresh and ready to conquer the day. As soon as she hopped in the car, they were on their way to find breakfast.
"I cannot wait to get a shower. My hair is a wreck." She pulled on the ends and frowned. "I thought you said you checked the weather and that it was supposed to be clear and beautiful last night?" She glanced over at Finn and clasped her hands together in her lap.
"I did. I don't understand how the weather guys could have been so wrong. You would think they'd notice a storm that bad heading this way."
"Did you look on your phone?"
"Yeah."
Rachel pulled his phone out of the cup holder and went to the weather app. She pursed her lips and glared at Finn when she opened it. "You're right; it was clear and beautiful last night…in Lima, Ohio!" She threw his phone back in the cup holder. "You still have your app set for home, Finn!"
"Oh."
Rachel sat in a huff and stared out her window at the woods flashing by. They were silent as they drove until they found a little diner at which they could do breakfast. Unfortunately, the menu wasn't exactly vegan friendly and left little in the way for Rachel to eat.
"Are you seriously mad at me for not being able to control the weather? I'm not Storm!" Finn complained as he and Rachel waited for their breakfast in their booth.
"Who?"
"Y'know, Storm, from X-Men?"
Rachel did not look amused. "Because I know all the X-Men."
"Halle Berry in the movie."
"Oh…yeah."
Finn smiled as a thought dawned on him. "You and Halle Berry have the same last name."
"Are you just now realizing this?" Rachel cocked an eyebrow at him.
"I just never really thought about it before. Are you related to her?"
"Perhaps distantly but not that I know of. Believe me, if an Academy Award winning actress was in my family, I'd be getting all the tips and pointers I could from her."
Finn smiled and placed his hand on Rachel's. "You don't need tips and pointers, baby. You're amazing and you're going to win all the Tony Awards when you make it to Broadway."
Rachel smiled despite herself. While she knew Finn really did believe in her, she had a feeling he was trying to butter her up. "You're just trying to get me to forgive you, aren't you?"
"No." His shifty eyes gave him away. "You know I believe in you. You're going to be an amazing Broadway star. You've already wowed audiences at school. You're going to wow the world someday."
Rachel smiled and gripped Finn's hand. "You're the best boyfriend ever."
"Only because you're the best girlfriend." They both leaned over the table for a kiss.
"Aww, you two are just adorable. Here's your breakfast," their middle-aged waitress announced, placing their plates down as they broke apart and looked up at her a little bashfully. "More coffee?"
"Sure, thank you," Rachel replied. She could use all the coffee she could get.
Rachel picked at her oatmeal and dry toast daintily, trying to make it last as that had basically been the only thing on the menu she could eat. On the flipside, Finn nearly inhaled his bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast. With the noises he was making, she wondered if he would even need her again.
"You sound like you're trying to make a baby over there. Slow down."
"'m hung'y," he mumbled through his toast and egg.
Soon they were done and back on the road and half an hour later, they were arriving at Nick's family's cabin.
Simply put, it was amazing. The cabin was right along the water with a beautiful deck and sun room. There were two bedrooms each with a theme, one Navy and the other Parisian, while the main part of the cabin had an overall rustic vibe but still had all the modern day touches like a TV, cable, DVD player, and stereo system. Then there was a loft that required a ladder to get into. It was cozy and peaceful with books lining the shelves and comfy chairs and a couch.
Probably Rachel's favorite thing was the shower. It wasn't anything fancy or special, but it would provide her with the hot cleansing water she so desired.
She and Finn nearly had a battle royale on the way to the bathroom.
"Finn! You know I wanted to shower since before we left the campsite! I get to go first," she whined before pulling his arms from around her waist as he captured her from behind.
"I'm not saying you can't go first. We can just share."
"No, we can't. I know what you mean by 'sharing' and I don't want to share right now. I just want a hot shower to clean off."
"And I don't? I've spent just as much time in the woods as you have." He picked Rachel up once more and spun her around to face away from the door. It didn't work however because she just jumped on his back.
"Finn, that shower is mine and you better back off!" she growled into his ear.
He ignored her and walked into the bathroom, continuing to get ready for his shower despite Rachel clinging to his body. As if she weren't there, he put his shampoo and body wash in, turned on the water, and stepped into the tub. He dropped his pants and boxers and toed off his socks.
"Would you mind? I need to get my shirt off." He and Rachel both stood under the shower head getting soaked until Rachel finally conceded and hopped down. "Thank you." Finn pulled off his shirt and threw his clothes out of the tub. "Believe it or not, I can shower with you in here without it being sexual."
Rachel crossed her arms over her chest. "That's only because I'm still dressed."
Finn shrugged and grabbed his shampoo. He closed his eyes and lathered up and when he opened them again he found Rachel naked and impatiently waiting. "Can we trade places please?" He stepped around Rachel and allowed her to get in the stream and watched, enchanted by her naked body, as Rachel washed. Her gaze panned down and she started snickering. "I knew it wouldn't be long."
"Looks pretty long to me," Finn replied smugly. Rachel rolled her eyes and turned around to wet her face. Then she felt his body heat directly behind her. "You totally left me hanging earlier. Can't we make up for it now?" His hands ran from her shoulders down her arms and he spun her around and tugged her closer. A little moan left his mouth and he bit his lip when his erection pressed into her stomach.
"This is why I don't shower with you in the mornings when I spend the night. I would never get to class on time." Rachel chuckled and pushed up onto her toes to give him a kiss. Their mouths fused together while Rachel's arms draped over his shoulders and Finn's hands slid down her back to cup her behind. She jumped and wrapped her legs around Finn's hips and he pushed her back against the wall.
Nearly forty minutes later, long after the water had gone cold and their skin was dry and pruny, Finn and Rachel walked out of the bathroom feeling rather like jelly and in need of a nap. Rachel yawned and stretched before taking Finn's hand and walking into the Parisian themed room as it was larger. She pushed Finn onto the bed and shut the door behind her, removed her towel, and pounced on Finn.
"I thought you wanted to take a nap."
"I do. I just wanted to make out a little first, since we're alone and carefree for now." She kissed him again and they rolled around on the bed for a while, kissing and leaving love bites wherever they could reach until their fervor diminished and they finally fell asleep under the covers, cuddled together in nothing but the sheets.
A few hours later, Finn woke up to find himself alone in bed, cuddling a pillow instead of his sexy nude girlfriend. When he got his wits about him, Finn pulled on some shorts and ventured out of the room to find Rachel. He looked around and found her out on the deck, lying in the sun and from where he was standing it didn't look like she had anything on.
Finn trudged outside and his hopes deflated a little when he realized she was wearing her bathing suit with the straps down. "Hey Finny, I'm glad to see you're awake," she lifted her sunglasses and squinted up at him.
"You could have woken me up." He plopped in the chair next to hers.
"I was going to but you looked so cute tied up in the sheets. Your little butt was sticking out and you were smiling. I didn't have the heart to disturb you."
"Well, I'm well rested now and we have a stable roof over our heads so I hope you got enough sleep because I don't plan on going to bed early tonight." He winked at her and she shook her head and replaced her sunglasses.
"You're such a horndog."
"You only have yourself to blame." He smirked at her and leaned back in the chair.
"Me? How do I have myself to blame? You're the one with the insatiable libido."
"Only because you're like, the hottest chick ever, and let me bone you on a regular basis," she gave him a scathing look, "and I love you," he tacked on with emotion.
Rachel softened. "You're lucky I like your butt…and I love you too." She went back to enjoying the sun and Finn got out of his chair. "Where are you going? Don't you want to join me?"
Finn looked up at the sun and shook his head. "You know I burn. I'm gonna get my fishing gear. I promise I will throw them all back," he insisted before Rachel could protest again, walking back inside.
Five minutes later, Finn exited the cabin again, t-shirt covering his fair skin, with his fishing gear and set up at the end of the deck. It hung over the water and was a great spot to fish from. "Babe, why don't you join me over here? We can talk instead of yell then."
"I don't want to watch you catch fish! You'll try to make me touch it or something."
"But you love animals! You're always petting people's puppies and kittens."
"Because puppies and kittens are cute and fluffy. Fish are all scaly and…fishy. I may be against catching and eating the poor things but that doesn't mean I want to cuddle in bed with them."
"I swear I won't make you touch it. Will you just come over here?"
"Yeah, just like you swore wouldn't proposition me in the shower," she retorted, glancing at him over her sunglasses.
"You were naked and wet." He shrugged and dug around in his tackle box for a lure. "Fine, stay over there. I will catch fish on my own." He made a show of moping pathetically before casting the line out and plopping himself in a deck chair.
Rachel sighed at his antics and dragged her lounge chair over to the edge of the deck next to Finn. "Fine, I will watch you fish. But no funny business, mister."
"No funny business." He leaned over and kissed Rachel's cheek before they fell silent and waited for a bite.
Unfortunately, nothing was in the mood for a plastic lure it seemed.
"You keep pulling the line back too soon. You need to leave it out for a few minutes," Rachel explained with a tone of superiority. He was having so much fun casting the line that he was barely leaving enough time for the lure to even sink. Realizing she was right, Finn sat back and let the pole rest on the edge. "Time to flip."
"What?"
"I need to flip over so my tan is even." Rachel turned onto her stomach and untied her top completely, drawing Finn's attention. He swallowed thickly and shifted his eyes between his lifeless pole and Rachel's smooth back.
"You need help with tanning oil?"
Rachel turned her head and peeked up at him. "You're just looking for an excuse to feel me up."
"What? Never!" he replied, pretending to be scandalized by the notion. "I know you like to have an all over even tan and I want to help you get it." He grinned at her.
She just giggled at his line and pushed herself up onto her elbows and grabbed her tanning oil to hand to him.
"My God, Rachel. Put those things away." Rachel stuck her tongue out at him as he pointed out in mock horror that her boobs were showing when she lifted her arm to hand him the bottle. She folded her arms in front of her and placed her chin on them while Finn straddled her legs and poured the oil on her back. Her olive skin glistened as he rubbed the oil in and she moaned deeply.
"Ohhhhh yeah, Finn. That feels wonderful. Keep going," she said in a husky voice. His hands felt like magic on her back which was a little stiff from her night on the hard floor of the SUV. She grunted when he applied more pressure and let her arms fall to her sides and pushed the side of her face into the chair. "Ohhhhhh. You are the best masseur ever. Your hands are perfect."
"I'm glad you enjoy them. Though I prefer yours."
"Mine could never feel as good as this." Rachel moaned lowly again as his fists kneaded up and down her back.
"No, no, they've felt pretty good before." He grinned lecherously at the memories of various hand jobs, including the one from the day prior.
"Forget fishing, you should just massage me all day," she muttered.
Just then the line on his pole began to tug. Finn turned his head to the sound of the reel spinning and realized he had a bite. To her dismay, Finn leaped off the chair and grabbed the fishing pole to begin reeling whatever was on the line back in.
"Why'd you stop?" Rachel complained and sat up to see where he had gone. He was pulling hard on the line and when Rachel sat up all the way and retied her bathing suit, she saw the fish fighting to stay in the water on the surface. "Finn, maybe you should just let it go."
"Let it go? What's the point of that? I want to be able to say I at least caught something on my fishing trip…even if I can't eat it." A few more tugs and Finn was pulling the fish over the railing. As it was flailing on the line however, it splashed water droplets on Rachel before flying off the hook and right into her face as she stood up.
The scream was heart piercing and ear shattering as it tore from Rachel's mouth after the fish whacked her in the mouth. It fell to the deck and flopped around until Finn picked it up and tossed it back into the lake. Then he attended to Rachel.
He pulled Rachel close for a hug and kissed the top of her head. "You are just having rotten luck this weekend."
"I had a fish in my mouth." Her voice was watery and he knew he had only seconds before she would start to cry.
"At least it knew to get out." He held her chin and tilted her head to look at him. "Come on. Let's go inside. You can brush your teeth and wash the fish off your face."
The tears welled in her eyes began to spill over as Finn picked Rachel up off her feet and carried her back inside. She sniffled as they entered the living room and sat on the couch, her body curling into his.
"Babe, you're acting like you just ran over a cow and PETA is going to strip you of your membership."
"A fish just attacked me, Finn! I wanted to see your big catch and it attacked me to escape to freedom. And its tail went into my mouth!" She pointed dramatically at her mouth.
"Your mouth looks just fine to me. Still very kissable." He put his hand on her jaw and smoothed his thumb over her cheek, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips before teasing her tongue out. When they broke apart he shrugged, "Doesn't taste fishy to me." This made Rachel smile and kiss his cheek tenderly. "How about you change into your pajamas and I put on a movie? Sound good." Rachel nodded and hugged Finn again before getting off his lap and walking into the Parisian room where their bags were.
Finn followed behind and grabbed the case with all their DVDs from his bag. "So what do you wanna watch? We have a lot of musicals, obviously, some comedies, a few action flicks…"
"You can pick. I had the last pick…and the pick before."
"You have 90 percent of the picks…but I don't mind." Finn didn't want to upset Rachel anymore by telling her he was growing tired of watching Funny Girl or Evita every movie night. He flipped through the pages of the case until he landed on Raiders of the Lost Ark. "How about some Indiana Jones? We could make it a marathon night! I brought all four."
Rachel smiled brightly at him. "That sounds like a great idea. I've never actually seen all four."
"Wait…what?"
"I've only seen the new one with Shia LaBeouf and the one where they have the monkey brains for dinner. That entire scene made me swear to never eat meat again. It was disgusting."
"H-how have we been dating for all these years and I've never known this?" he asked indignantly. He couldn't believe that his girlfriend had never seen all of the Indiana Jones movies. That was like never having watched Star Wars, which she hadn't done that either until they spent a weekend two summers ago marathoning all six in the order they all came out in. Of course in Episodes II and III she couldn't stop mentioning how cute Hayden Christensen was and that she was sad that he went to the dark side and left Padmé alone to die after giving birth to Luke and Leia. "Well, we are fixing this just like we did with Star Wars. Do you at least know that Harrison Ford is both Han Solo and Indiana Jones?"
"I may not have actually seen the movies, Finn, but I'm not dumb. Remember who you're talking to." She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him as she tugged her bottoms off. "Go put it in. I'll be out in a minute."
Finn practically shook in excitement at being able to watch one of his favorite franchises with a newbie. Rachel almost always paid attention to the details and enjoyed discussing the films in depth with him after they were done viewing. She was a great movie partner for when they actually wanted to pay attention and an even better one when they didn't. He could always tell when Rachel was bored with one of their movie choices because her hand would creep from his knee all the way up the inside of his thigh until finally she ended up in his lap for a furious make out session, which often times led to sex if no one was around.
He flicked on the TV and DVD player, putting Raiders in then stretched out on the couch to make himself comfortable. A few minutes had gone by and Rachel still had yet to join him.
"Babe, what are you doing?"
"I was cleaning my face. It still felt fishy," she announced as she walked out of the room wearing a satin and lace peach and cream pajama set. It consisted of a chemise and tanga panties that the underside of Rachel's butt peeked out of. It set Finn's libido on fire once more.
"Are you sure you wanna watch a movie? You're more suitably dressed for foreplay."
Rachel looked down at her attire. "This is a simple pajama set, Finn, and I'm not in the mood right this second. I'm still a little traumatized from being smacked in the face by a fish."
Finn frowned and shifted on the couch so Rachel could join him. She laid in front of him, her head just below his chin, and pulled his arm over her stomach and intertwined their fingers. "Now let's watch some Indiana Jones," she proclaimed.
The first time Rachel showed an inclination toward making out instead of watching the movie was when Indy and Alfred Molina's short lived character ended up covered in large spiders. Rachel squealed and covered her eyes, shying into Finn's body before turning to face him and burrowing into his chest.
"Okay, that was gross."
"I hate to break it to you, but that's not even the scariest part of these movies. Not that they're really scary."
Rachel turned her head back toward the TV and continued to watch Indiana maneuver through the booby traps to get the golden idol.
As they got further into the film, Rachel seemed more into the story and less likely to distract Finn with some loving which was mildly disappointing. "I really like Marion. Unlike the woman from the second movie, she seems tough and isn't whiny."
"Marion's kickass. Short Round totally makes up for Willie in Temple of Doom though. He's the best. And he was Data in The Goonies."
"Aw, Short Round was cute. I hate the part where the creepy guy pulls the heart out of the one man's chest. Can we skip that part when we get to it?"
"We can't skip parts!" Finn cried. He looked down at Rachel who turned her head to look back at him with her bottom lip stuck out and her eyebrows drawn. "You can feel free to use my chest to hide in though." He winked at her and she snorted then turned back to the movie.
Hours passed until they were about halfway through The Last Crusade when Finn's stomach gurgled and growled loudly. "Are you keeping an animal in there?" Rachel jibed as she turned and patted his grumbly tummy. "I think it wants out."
"Or it wants one of those burgers we brought with us."
Rachel sat up and patted his leg. "Pause the movie and I'll get dinner started. You have to grill your burgers though. I'll just work on the veggies and your macaroni salad." She hopped off the couch and Finn watched her go, her behind swaying as she walked toward the kitchen. He followed shortly after and found Rachel slicing up a red pepper.
It was all very domestic and Finn wondered if this would be what their lives would be like once they were out of college and married. Just being lazy on days off, having movie marathons, and sex…lots of sex.
He came up behind Rachel and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands slipping under her silky top and caressing her stomach as he placed his chin on her shoulder. "I love you."
"Because I'm making you dinner?"
"Because you're amazing and always have been."
"Well, obviously." Rachel giggled and leaned back against Finn. Her hand came up to caress his face and they turned to look at each other. Finn's eyes were dark with lust as he skimmed his fingers up Rachel's torso until he reached Rachel's breast. She put the knife in her hand off to the side and closed her eyes as Finn's fingers flicked over her taught nipple. Rachel whined and wetness pooled between her legs as she led his other hand down her body, under her waistband and between her legs. She gasped as he teased her hot wet flesh and she ground her backside against Finn's groin, feeling him grow harder.
Finn pulled his hands from Rachel's body and she immediately missed the feel of his fingers on her skin. He pulled his shirt off behind her and placed his hands on her bare shoulders, kissing her neck, sucking on the skin hard to leave behind a mark, and gently lowered the thin straps of her chemise down her arms. The negligee slipped down her body to the floor and Rachel shivered as the cooler air hit her naked breasts.
Her hands found his sides and she smoothed them down until she made it to his shorts. Eagerly, Rachel pushed the material down and away from his body before her hand found his smooth shaft. She held him in her hand and ran her fingers up and down the soft yet hardening length, teasing his tip with her thumb. He groaned and bit down on her shoulder making her inhale sharply.
Moving things further, Finn hooked his fingers into Rachel's panties and pushed them down her legs, Rachel shimmying so they fell to the floor before she kicked them away. Rachel rubbed her body against Finn's and appreciated when his hands came up to grip her breasts. She mewled in pleasure and tilted her head back as Finn nibbled on her shoulder still and pinched her pebbled nipples.
"Fuck me, Finn," Rachel breathed out. His hands stilled on her breasts before dropping away completely. He pushed the cutting board and veggies out of the way before lifting Rachel and bending her over the counter. Rachel steadied herself with her hands and looked back at Finn over her shoulder watching his face scrunch in concentration as he palmed himself quickly. Then she felt his tip graze her slit before he pushed into her, stretching her walls and beginning the glorious friction that would bring them both to the edge.
Finn snapped his hips back and forth as he braced his hands on either side of Rachel on the counter. Her ass fit snuggly against his pelvis as he slid back and forth within her, heat rising in his body. She was so tight around him and every time he pushed in as far as he could go, Rachel would moan deeply or call his name. He moved his hand to run up and down Rachel's back before pulling her upright. Finn slipped out of her and she protested, urging him to keep going, but instead, he lifted her and pulled out a kitchen table chair and sat down in it, putting Rachel in his lap facing away from him.
She sank back down on him and they were off again but this time Finn could sneak his hand between Rachel's legs. Working double time, it wasn't much longer before Rachel's back was bowing and her already tight walls were clamping down around him. He followed seconds later, spilling into Rachel as he tightly wrapped his arms around her body and thrust into her. When they were finished, they were sweaty and hot, but happier than they had been before they started.
They sat silently kissing until Finn's stomach growled, reminding him of his hunger. While fucking in the kitchen had satisfied his carnal hunger, his stomach still yearned for sustenance.
Rachel sat up. "Let's make dinner. I'm famished." Finn nodded in agreement before getting redressed and grabbing the burgers to grill.
Hours later, their bellies full and their marathon over, Rachel and Finn were laying in bed, only the light from outside illuminating the dark, staring out the window at the beautiful night's sky.
"As much as I love Manhattan, sometimes I do miss the stars," Rachel spoke quietly as she rubbed her thumb over the back of Finn's hand.
"They are pretty nice. But none of them shine as bright as you do."
Rachel turned to face Finn and pulled her arms to her chest while he caressed her bare back, a grin on his face. She lightly kissed his lips and nestled her head into her pillow. "You're sweet."
"It's true. You're blinding." He made a show of narrowing his eyes and blocking them with his hand making Rachel laugh.
"Well, if you want I can cover up to protect your poor eyes."
"No, no, no. You should never hide your shine. In fact, you should flash me more often." He tugged the blanket covering them down then tugged Rachel on top of him. She sat up, her hair flipping behind her, and smiled down at him as her hands came to rest on his chest while her arms pushed her modest cleavage together.
"Is that better?"
"Much better," he agreed, giving her the 'ok' sign and placing his hands on her thighs.
"You know, there's a way you can make me burn hotter."
Finn smiled cheekily. "And how is that?"
Rachel demonstrated by mounting Finn and making him see stars one more time before cuddling close and preparing for sleep. They still had a day and a half left of their little weekend excursion and if it was anything like the day they'd just had, it was going to be quite relaxing, as long as no rogue fish appeared to smack her again.
"This has been fun," Rachel mumbled into Finn's neck. "…minus last night and the fish in my mouth."
He kissed her temple. "Yeah. You make a better traveling partner than Nick and Puck would. I certainly can't do what we just did with them."
She played with the tiny bit of chest hair Finn was growing in the center of his chest. "Just think, if Nick hadn't gotten sick and Puck didn't have to work, you'd be drunk and telling fart jokes instead of naked and wrapped up in bed with me."
"That other trip would have been a total sausage fest. Lame." He paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "Thanks for coming with me."
"Mhm, it's a nice break from the hustle and bustle of Manhattan. Now, let's go to sleep. I'm tired. Tomorrow we can have another movie marathon and explore the possibility of renting a boat from that place we saw on the way here. Doesn't a peaceful boat ride sound nice?"
"Sounds good, babe." Finn wrapped his arms around Rachel's body. "Goodnight, Rach. Love you."
"Love you too."
Minutes later, Finn could hear Rachel snoring and he smiled. Despite the problems of their trip, falling asleep happy and content with Rachel in his arms was nothing short of perfect.