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Title: This Is How It Starts.
Pairing: Finn/Rachel.
Rating: R.
Spoilers: Post Prom-asuaras.
Summary: "I don't want to take them off yet."
It’s actually the perfect night.
The key fumbles in her fingers and she laughs, her eyes fluttering closed as his lips trace her neck, his arm curled around her waist. She tries again, letting out a low moan when he presses an open mouthed kiss against her collarbone, his fingers splayed out over her stomach.
“You need to stop,” she says softly, laughing. The hotel room door is still no closer to being opened.
She feels him smile against her skin and then she is facing him, his fingers against her waist as he spins her around and presses her up against the door. His lips are inches from hers and he has that wry smile on his face that drives her crazy and she barely has time to register anything before he kisses her.
You would think that after three years of kisses her heart wouldn’t stop anymore. That her knees wouldn’t feel weak, her body on fire at his touch. It’s always the same, her heart skipping a beat, the familiar tingle in her lower belly. It’s her favourite feeling in the world. He kisses her softly, sweetly, smiling against her lips before he breaks away and trails his lips down her jaw to her neck.
“We really need to get inside,” she says, and it surprises her a little how cracked her voice sounds. She’s starting to feel that ache between her legs and she arches into him a little to let him know. He groans and grabs the key out of her hand and she laughs loudly as he opens the door quickly, tugging her inside.
Her back is flush against the door as it snaps shut, her mouth slanted over his as he kissed her desperately, tossing his sceptre and her bag on the ground behind them. He goes to remove his crown, his lips still firmly attached to hers, but she makes a noise of protest against his lips.
“I don’t want to take them off yet,” she says quietly as his lips brush against her cheek. His body shakes a little and it takes her a moment to realize he was laughing at her. “What?! I like them.”
He takes her hands and steps deeper into the room, pulling her with him. He stops after a moment and pulls her flush against his chest, his arm circling her waist as she places her hands on his chest. He stares at her, smiling, and he brings his free hand to her cheek, brushing his fingers against her skin. Sometimes when he looks at her, she feels weightless, like she is falling. But he’s always there to catch her. She’s never felt so lucky.
“What?” She says quietly after a moment, biting her lip. He just smiles, his fingers falling from her cheek to her neck and slowly down her arm.
“You are just so beautiful,” he replies, his hand pressing against the small of her back.
She feels her heart tug in her chest, a lump gather in her throat, her eyes glass over. His touch is so soft, so tender, and she loves him more than anything in this whole world, she feels like she could burst. She flushes a little, biting her lip before her tongue darts out to smooth out the skin.
“Get me out of this dress,” she says softly, so quietly it’s almost inaudible.
She feels his fingers move up to her shoulders, brush against her skin there. He’s going slowly, gently, his face watching hers as his fingers brush against the zipper. He lowers it softly, so deliberately it’s almost painful and she feels like she is holding her breath, her fingers curled around his forearms. Her dress falls to the floor when he reaches the bottom, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, but she doesn’t feel shy at all. He takes her in and she feels him take a sharp breath, his chest rising and falling against hers as he lowers his lips down to her shoulder, pressing down.
Her fingers unbutton the front of his suit, smoothing over his chest as she runs her hand up over his shoulders, pushing his jacket off him. It falls to the floor behind him but her hands have already found his tie, expertly undoing it, as slowly as he undressed her. He moves his lips away from her shoulder as she starts to unbutton his shirt, smoothing her fingers over the fabric as she does so. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and he shrugs it to the floor, bringing her flush against him, skin against skin and his hand immediately went to her thighs, hoisting her up and against his hips. She curls her legs around his waist, her arms coiling around his neck as they became eye level.
She kisses him first. It starts off slow but becomes quick and urgent fast. He slowly backs them up towards the bed, his hands still firmly attached to her thighs and she kind of falls on top of him as his knees hit the mattress. She giggles, straddling his hips and he leans up, cupping the back of her head as he crushes his lips on hers, a moan escaping his lips as she subconsciously grinds down on him.
Her crown topples off her head and hits the mattress beside her. He reaches behind him and pulls his off, tossing it with hers and then pushes them both off the bed. She makes a noise against his lips but he rolls them over, hovering above her and silencing her protests with his mouth.
With their bodies flush against each other she moans against his lips, hitching her leg up to that he settles in between her legs, the only thing between them fabric. She can feel him against her and she arches up into him, her fingers gripping his shoulder. She’s never wanted anything so badly in her life. She almost stops him impatiently but his lips leave hers before she has the chance and she moans at the lack of contact. His lips find her neck, sucking gently as his fingers trail down her side, across her stomach, before reaching the waistband of her panties. Her breathing quickens and she lifts her hips up as he hooks his finger and tugs them down her legs.
“What do you want me to do?” He whispers into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers are lightly brushing against the inside of her thigh, teasing her, and she pushes against him.
“Touch me,” she breathes, her fingers curling around his arm and she lets out a breathless moan when he brushes his finger over her center.
They’ve done this more times than she can count, but it still leaves her completely in awe. His lips are against her cheek as he rubs her slowly, and then faster, curling his finger against her clit and teasing her opening with his middle finger. She subconsciously arches against him when he presses a finger inside her, slowly pumping in and out and she turns her head, capturing his lips with hers.
“Finn…” she moans against his lips as he begins to go faster and she can feel the pressure building, low in her stomach, spreading throughout her entire body. He whispers against her skin, against her lips and she comes fast, squeezing his arm tightly.
She’s coming down while he’s pressing lazy kisses against her cheek, against the corner of her mouth. Her breathing has evened and she reaches down between them, pressing her hand against the bulge in his pants. His forehead falls against hers, his eyes closing, and she unbuttons his pants, pulling down the zipper and nudging for him to get rid of them. He shucks them off quicker than she’s ever seen and she would have laughed if she didn’t want him so badly. His boxers go next and then he settles between her legs and he is whispering ‘condom’ and she shakes her head because she needs to feel him, all of him. ‘Have you taken your-…‘‘took it this morning.’
He enters her swiftly and she lets out a moan from the back of her throat, her fingers digging into his arms. He presses an open-mouthed kiss against her lips, more for contact than anything, both of them breathless, and begins to move slowly. She matches his movements, arching into him and she leans up and catches his lips, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth.
“Rachel…” he whispers and she kisses him harder, harder as they find a rhythm, connecting. She feels close, her stomach warming and her heart swelling and she grips him tighter. She wants them to come together, together, always.
“I’m so close,” she whispers against his lips and he moans, fastening his pace a little, dropping his lips to her neck. His movements are becoming more jerky and she knows he’s close too so she tightens around him, arching against him deeply and she lets go, her fingers digging into his shoulder blade as she came. He pushed once more before he pulsated around her, his head in the crook of her neck and his fingers holding onto her hips.
They didn’t move, and she doesn’t want them to. As they both came down she holds onto him, her breathing becoming more regulated as the seconds roll by. After a few moments, he kisses her neck before pulling out and she has to bite her lip to stop the moan from escaping her lips at the now lack of contact. He doesn’t go far though. Falling back onto the pillows he reaches over and tugs her by the arm, pulling her against him. She curls into his side, her head falling onto his shoulder, hearing his heart beat return to normal. She presses a kiss against his chest and closes her eyes when he kisses her forehead.
“I love you,” she says, her fingers smoothing out against his stomach. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more,” he says and she can hear him smiling even though she can’t see his face. She grins.
“Not possible.”
It feels like forever before they speak again. She’s starting to fall asleep, the sheets around her waist, her body still pressed against his. He is making shapes against the skin of her stomach with his finger and it’s soothing her, lulling her into security. She always feels safe, in his arms.
“Do you know what we should do?” He asks after a while, his fingers moving from her stomach to her arm. She feels his lips brush against her hair.
She smiles and turns her head a little. “What?”
He grins against her hair, his finger lightly brushing against her chin, tilting it up to face him.
“Elope.”
Pairing: Finn/Rachel.
Rating: R.
Spoilers: Post Prom-asuaras.
Summary: "I don't want to take them off yet."
It’s actually the perfect night.
The key fumbles in her fingers and she laughs, her eyes fluttering closed as his lips trace her neck, his arm curled around her waist. She tries again, letting out a low moan when he presses an open mouthed kiss against her collarbone, his fingers splayed out over her stomach.
“You need to stop,” she says softly, laughing. The hotel room door is still no closer to being opened.
She feels him smile against her skin and then she is facing him, his fingers against her waist as he spins her around and presses her up against the door. His lips are inches from hers and he has that wry smile on his face that drives her crazy and she barely has time to register anything before he kisses her.
You would think that after three years of kisses her heart wouldn’t stop anymore. That her knees wouldn’t feel weak, her body on fire at his touch. It’s always the same, her heart skipping a beat, the familiar tingle in her lower belly. It’s her favourite feeling in the world. He kisses her softly, sweetly, smiling against her lips before he breaks away and trails his lips down her jaw to her neck.
“We really need to get inside,” she says, and it surprises her a little how cracked her voice sounds. She’s starting to feel that ache between her legs and she arches into him a little to let him know. He groans and grabs the key out of her hand and she laughs loudly as he opens the door quickly, tugging her inside.
Her back is flush against the door as it snaps shut, her mouth slanted over his as he kissed her desperately, tossing his sceptre and her bag on the ground behind them. He goes to remove his crown, his lips still firmly attached to hers, but she makes a noise of protest against his lips.
“I don’t want to take them off yet,” she says quietly as his lips brush against her cheek. His body shakes a little and it takes her a moment to realize he was laughing at her. “What?! I like them.”
He takes her hands and steps deeper into the room, pulling her with him. He stops after a moment and pulls her flush against his chest, his arm circling her waist as she places her hands on his chest. He stares at her, smiling, and he brings his free hand to her cheek, brushing his fingers against her skin. Sometimes when he looks at her, she feels weightless, like she is falling. But he’s always there to catch her. She’s never felt so lucky.
“What?” She says quietly after a moment, biting her lip. He just smiles, his fingers falling from her cheek to her neck and slowly down her arm.
“You are just so beautiful,” he replies, his hand pressing against the small of her back.
She feels her heart tug in her chest, a lump gather in her throat, her eyes glass over. His touch is so soft, so tender, and she loves him more than anything in this whole world, she feels like she could burst. She flushes a little, biting her lip before her tongue darts out to smooth out the skin.
“Get me out of this dress,” she says softly, so quietly it’s almost inaudible.
She feels his fingers move up to her shoulders, brush against her skin there. He’s going slowly, gently, his face watching hers as his fingers brush against the zipper. He lowers it softly, so deliberately it’s almost painful and she feels like she is holding her breath, her fingers curled around his forearms. Her dress falls to the floor when he reaches the bottom, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, but she doesn’t feel shy at all. He takes her in and she feels him take a sharp breath, his chest rising and falling against hers as he lowers his lips down to her shoulder, pressing down.
Her fingers unbutton the front of his suit, smoothing over his chest as she runs her hand up over his shoulders, pushing his jacket off him. It falls to the floor behind him but her hands have already found his tie, expertly undoing it, as slowly as he undressed her. He moves his lips away from her shoulder as she starts to unbutton his shirt, smoothing her fingers over the fabric as she does so. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and he shrugs it to the floor, bringing her flush against him, skin against skin and his hand immediately went to her thighs, hoisting her up and against his hips. She curls her legs around his waist, her arms coiling around his neck as they became eye level.
She kisses him first. It starts off slow but becomes quick and urgent fast. He slowly backs them up towards the bed, his hands still firmly attached to her thighs and she kind of falls on top of him as his knees hit the mattress. She giggles, straddling his hips and he leans up, cupping the back of her head as he crushes his lips on hers, a moan escaping his lips as she subconsciously grinds down on him.
Her crown topples off her head and hits the mattress beside her. He reaches behind him and pulls his off, tossing it with hers and then pushes them both off the bed. She makes a noise against his lips but he rolls them over, hovering above her and silencing her protests with his mouth.
With their bodies flush against each other she moans against his lips, hitching her leg up to that he settles in between her legs, the only thing between them fabric. She can feel him against her and she arches up into him, her fingers gripping his shoulder. She’s never wanted anything so badly in her life. She almost stops him impatiently but his lips leave hers before she has the chance and she moans at the lack of contact. His lips find her neck, sucking gently as his fingers trail down her side, across her stomach, before reaching the waistband of her panties. Her breathing quickens and she lifts her hips up as he hooks his finger and tugs them down her legs.
“What do you want me to do?” He whispers into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers are lightly brushing against the inside of her thigh, teasing her, and she pushes against him.
“Touch me,” she breathes, her fingers curling around his arm and she lets out a breathless moan when he brushes his finger over her center.
They’ve done this more times than she can count, but it still leaves her completely in awe. His lips are against her cheek as he rubs her slowly, and then faster, curling his finger against her clit and teasing her opening with his middle finger. She subconsciously arches against him when he presses a finger inside her, slowly pumping in and out and she turns her head, capturing his lips with hers.
“Finn…” she moans against his lips as he begins to go faster and she can feel the pressure building, low in her stomach, spreading throughout her entire body. He whispers against her skin, against her lips and she comes fast, squeezing his arm tightly.
She’s coming down while he’s pressing lazy kisses against her cheek, against the corner of her mouth. Her breathing has evened and she reaches down between them, pressing her hand against the bulge in his pants. His forehead falls against hers, his eyes closing, and she unbuttons his pants, pulling down the zipper and nudging for him to get rid of them. He shucks them off quicker than she’s ever seen and she would have laughed if she didn’t want him so badly. His boxers go next and then he settles between her legs and he is whispering ‘condom’ and she shakes her head because she needs to feel him, all of him. ‘Have you taken your-…‘‘took it this morning.’
He enters her swiftly and she lets out a moan from the back of her throat, her fingers digging into his arms. He presses an open-mouthed kiss against her lips, more for contact than anything, both of them breathless, and begins to move slowly. She matches his movements, arching into him and she leans up and catches his lips, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth.
“Rachel…” he whispers and she kisses him harder, harder as they find a rhythm, connecting. She feels close, her stomach warming and her heart swelling and she grips him tighter. She wants them to come together, together, always.
“I’m so close,” she whispers against his lips and he moans, fastening his pace a little, dropping his lips to her neck. His movements are becoming more jerky and she knows he’s close too so she tightens around him, arching against him deeply and she lets go, her fingers digging into his shoulder blade as she came. He pushed once more before he pulsated around her, his head in the crook of her neck and his fingers holding onto her hips.
They didn’t move, and she doesn’t want them to. As they both came down she holds onto him, her breathing becoming more regulated as the seconds roll by. After a few moments, he kisses her neck before pulling out and she has to bite her lip to stop the moan from escaping her lips at the now lack of contact. He doesn’t go far though. Falling back onto the pillows he reaches over and tugs her by the arm, pulling her against him. She curls into his side, her head falling onto his shoulder, hearing his heart beat return to normal. She presses a kiss against his chest and closes her eyes when he kisses her forehead.
“I love you,” she says, her fingers smoothing out against his stomach. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more,” he says and she can hear him smiling even though she can’t see his face. She grins.
“Not possible.”
It feels like forever before they speak again. She’s starting to fall asleep, the sheets around her waist, her body still pressed against his. He is making shapes against the skin of her stomach with his finger and it’s soothing her, lulling her into security. She always feels safe, in his arms.
“Do you know what we should do?” He asks after a while, his fingers moving from her stomach to her arm. She feels his lips brush against her hair.
She smiles and turns her head a little. “What?”
He grins against her hair, his finger lightly brushing against her chin, tilting it up to face him.
“Elope.”