glee drabble: the secrets in the telling (1/1)
Title: The Secrets In The Telling (1/1)
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Pure spec. for the finale.
Summary: And somehow going slow had turned into Rachel straddling his lap in the front seat of his truck, his hands in her hair. Post-Nationals.
He’s not sure how it happened, really.
It had been a week since Nationals. A week since they had performed in front of a large stage in New York City. A week since they had lost. A week since he had swept her up off her feet and kissed her til he couldn’t breathe.
They were supposed to be going slow. That’s why he isn’t really sure how it happened. Because it was the Saturday night, and he had just taken her out for ice cream and dropped her back at her house, and somehow going slow had turned into Rachel straddling his lap in the front seat of his truck, his hands in her hair.
He wasn’t complaining.
She grasped the front of his shirt, her lips moving over his and her thighs tightening. His arm circled her waist, the other hand in her hair as he kissed her hard, his tongue running along the inside of her lip. She moaned against his lips and he swore his eyes rolled into the back of his head because this feeling was almost too much to handle right now. His jeans were becoming painfully tight as she moved against him gently.
“Baby,” he muttered, almost warningly, against her lips. She broke away gently, her lips swollen and he seriously didn’t give a shit about his situation then and there, because he wanted her lips back on his now.
“I should go,” she whispered softly, her forehead resting against his. She bit her lip and his grip around her waist tightened.
“Do you want to?” he replied, his voice low and ragged. He was having difficulty with any form of restraint right now, as his finger brushed against the hem of her skirt.
She bit her lip again. “No.”
He kissed her again, and she complied just as eagerly, crushing her lips against his. He honestly can’t believe that for six months they weren’t doing this. He missed her more than he would like to think. He missed the way she smelt, the way she felt as her body crushed against his. He missed the way she tasted, her soft lips underneath his. He missed every little thing about her, and he squeezed her almost subconsciously, as a silent reminder that he was never letting her go.
She giggled against his lips when his fingers grazed her thigh, edging upwards. She broke away again, and he made a soft noise at the lack of contact, feeling a little dizzy.
“I have to go,” she said again, but she didn’t make a move.
“I don’t want you to,” he muttered, kissing her on the lips as he pulled her closer to him. The front porch light was on, and he was sure her dad’s were home. He should care, because her dad’s kind of scared him a little, but the feeling of her on his lap and pressed against him made every sane thought jump out of his brain.
She pressed herself against him, her hips moving slightly, and he groaned against her lips, kissing her harder. He curled his tongue around hers, his fingers dipping below the hem of her skirt and brushing against the smooth bare skin of her upper thigh. She didn’t push him off, and he can feel her push against him harder, so he slid his hand up further, his head becoming clouded by everything that was Rachel. Her breathing was shallow, her chest pressed against his, and she whispered ‘Finn’ softly against his lips, her fingers curling in his hair.
A second later she broke away again, leaning against the dashboard, still straddling his lap. Her lips were bruised and her breathing was heavy, and he watched her, his hands still on her thighs. After a moment, she smiled softly before biting her lip.
“I really do have to go, “ she said, before hoisting her leg over him and climbing onto the seat next to him. He immediately groaned at the lack of contact. His head fell back against the seat.
“Oh, shut up,” she said softly, a smile on her face as she swatted his arm.
He moved his head to the side as he watched her. She fished through her bag for her lip-gloss, flipping down the mirror and putting some on, fanning herself slightly. He grinned. She was pink in the face and there was no way her dad’s wouldn’t know what she had just been doing.
She pulled on her jacket, dropping her bag to the seat before she turned and faced him. He continued to watch her, and she smiled softly, a small ‘what?’ escaping her lips. She blushed, and he immediately brushed his fingers against her arm.
“I love you,” he said, dropping his hand to her lap and lacing his fingers with hers. He didn’t think he would ever stop telling her that.
She smiled, and he thought he saw her eyes glisten a little, but she leaned forward and softly pressed her lips on his. “I love you,” she whispered when she broke away, her hand against his chest.
Moments later, she had opened the car door and jumped out, slamming it shut and leaning against the window frame.
“Come by tomorrow?” she asked, running her fingers through her hair, which was kind of mussed. He almost laughed. Definitely his fault.
He nodded, his hands resting against the steering wheel as she winked at him and began to walk up to her front porch, quickly. She reached the door and fished her key out, sticking it in the door and opening it. She turned around and smiled at him, winking before she disappeared behind it.
He put the keys in his ignition and started up the car and seconds later, his phone buzzed from in his pocket. He stuck his hand in it, pulling it out and glancing at the screen.
I love you. R x
He smiled all the way home.
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Pure spec. for the finale.
Summary: And somehow going slow had turned into Rachel straddling his lap in the front seat of his truck, his hands in her hair. Post-Nationals.
He’s not sure how it happened, really.
It had been a week since Nationals. A week since they had performed in front of a large stage in New York City. A week since they had lost. A week since he had swept her up off her feet and kissed her til he couldn’t breathe.
They were supposed to be going slow. That’s why he isn’t really sure how it happened. Because it was the Saturday night, and he had just taken her out for ice cream and dropped her back at her house, and somehow going slow had turned into Rachel straddling his lap in the front seat of his truck, his hands in her hair.
He wasn’t complaining.
She grasped the front of his shirt, her lips moving over his and her thighs tightening. His arm circled her waist, the other hand in her hair as he kissed her hard, his tongue running along the inside of her lip. She moaned against his lips and he swore his eyes rolled into the back of his head because this feeling was almost too much to handle right now. His jeans were becoming painfully tight as she moved against him gently.
“Baby,” he muttered, almost warningly, against her lips. She broke away gently, her lips swollen and he seriously didn’t give a shit about his situation then and there, because he wanted her lips back on his now.
“I should go,” she whispered softly, her forehead resting against his. She bit her lip and his grip around her waist tightened.
“Do you want to?” he replied, his voice low and ragged. He was having difficulty with any form of restraint right now, as his finger brushed against the hem of her skirt.
She bit her lip again. “No.”
He kissed her again, and she complied just as eagerly, crushing her lips against his. He honestly can’t believe that for six months they weren’t doing this. He missed her more than he would like to think. He missed the way she smelt, the way she felt as her body crushed against his. He missed the way she tasted, her soft lips underneath his. He missed every little thing about her, and he squeezed her almost subconsciously, as a silent reminder that he was never letting her go.
She giggled against his lips when his fingers grazed her thigh, edging upwards. She broke away again, and he made a soft noise at the lack of contact, feeling a little dizzy.
“I have to go,” she said again, but she didn’t make a move.
“I don’t want you to,” he muttered, kissing her on the lips as he pulled her closer to him. The front porch light was on, and he was sure her dad’s were home. He should care, because her dad’s kind of scared him a little, but the feeling of her on his lap and pressed against him made every sane thought jump out of his brain.
She pressed herself against him, her hips moving slightly, and he groaned against her lips, kissing her harder. He curled his tongue around hers, his fingers dipping below the hem of her skirt and brushing against the smooth bare skin of her upper thigh. She didn’t push him off, and he can feel her push against him harder, so he slid his hand up further, his head becoming clouded by everything that was Rachel. Her breathing was shallow, her chest pressed against his, and she whispered ‘Finn’ softly against his lips, her fingers curling in his hair.
A second later she broke away again, leaning against the dashboard, still straddling his lap. Her lips were bruised and her breathing was heavy, and he watched her, his hands still on her thighs. After a moment, she smiled softly before biting her lip.
“I really do have to go, “ she said, before hoisting her leg over him and climbing onto the seat next to him. He immediately groaned at the lack of contact. His head fell back against the seat.
“Oh, shut up,” she said softly, a smile on her face as she swatted his arm.
He moved his head to the side as he watched her. She fished through her bag for her lip-gloss, flipping down the mirror and putting some on, fanning herself slightly. He grinned. She was pink in the face and there was no way her dad’s wouldn’t know what she had just been doing.
She pulled on her jacket, dropping her bag to the seat before she turned and faced him. He continued to watch her, and she smiled softly, a small ‘what?’ escaping her lips. She blushed, and he immediately brushed his fingers against her arm.
“I love you,” he said, dropping his hand to her lap and lacing his fingers with hers. He didn’t think he would ever stop telling her that.
She smiled, and he thought he saw her eyes glisten a little, but she leaned forward and softly pressed her lips on his. “I love you,” she whispered when she broke away, her hand against his chest.
Moments later, she had opened the car door and jumped out, slamming it shut and leaning against the window frame.
“Come by tomorrow?” she asked, running her fingers through her hair, which was kind of mussed. He almost laughed. Definitely his fault.
He nodded, his hands resting against the steering wheel as she winked at him and began to walk up to her front porch, quickly. She reached the door and fished her key out, sticking it in the door and opening it. She turned around and smiled at him, winking before she disappeared behind it.
He put the keys in his ignition and started up the car and seconds later, his phone buzzed from in his pocket. He stuck his hand in it, pulling it out and glancing at the screen.
I love you. R x
He smiled all the way home.