Sweetest In The Morning
Title: Sweetest In The Morning
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Summary: Post-3x05. This is completely pointless.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
She wakes up entirely disoriented, and freezing, and her mouth tastes strange, too. She's not comfortable and she's a little panicky, because this is not her bed. She feels stuck, rooted in place, and this comforter is...
Finn's arm is over her stomach and her head is on his other one, and she realizes she's not trapped anywhere, she's just being held back against his chest.
She's not so panicky now.
She feels him breathing steadily, in and out, his chest expanding against her back. He's just holding her, in his sleep, but he's doing it tightly, too, like he doesn't want to let her go. It's good, really, because she doesn't want him to let her go.
She feels...different. She feels like she's never been more in love with anyone or anything in her entire life. It's the most amazing thing she's ever felt. It makes her want to cry under the weight of it, too, though. She feels so lucky and so happy and so loved in return. She can't imagine ever feeling better than this.
But then, she's thought that before, too.
There's a bit of an ache in her body. It's unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable, but she likes it, too, because...Because. It means something. They shared the most intimate thing two people can, and she wouldn't change a thing about it. It was perfect. She said she wanted to remember it forever, and she will. She knows it.
She was too happy to sleep after. Finn made fun of her, a little, for that. She wanted last night to go on forever and she refused to close her eyes. They stayed up and talked, and touched, and held hands. She lay on top of him because she wanted to and he told her she couldn't hurt him. Finn's fascination with her hands has always been sweet, but last night it was...something more than that, too. He held her hand against the pillow as they made love, and then wove their fingers together over and over all night. He swiped his thumb over her pinky finger and told her how much he loves her. When he got shy about 'how it was', she pushed their palms flat together and told him, again, that it was perfect. And it was.
She feels sexy in her slip. It's silly, since she's well-covered, but it's just thin material, and Finn's body is warm through it. She wants to wake him up, but she has no idea what time it is, and they were up incredibly late, until his eyes started to close and he'd said, "Rach, babe, can we...Come here and sleep." His arms had been open for her on their little makeshift bed by the fire, and she doesn't think she's ever felt better in her life than she did when she lay down with him.
So she just stays there for a while, pulls the comforter up over the both of them a little more. When she looks over her shoulder she sees his solid body behind her, and she presses her lips together because this silly little squeal wants to come out. Once she's still in front of him again, he lets out this lovely sound and nuzzles his face against her hair again. It's as though he knows who he's with, even when he's sleeping.
His breathing changes just when she's just barely warming up and yet still thinking about how to start a new fire without waking him. He tightens his hold on her and takes a deep breath, kisses her behind her ear and, whether he means to or not, presses his hips against her bum a bit, and oh.
"Morning."
She tries to turn a bit, but he just holds her close so she can't. "Hi."
His hand moves lower, whether he means to do it or not, and his fingertips are touching the top of her panties through her slip. "Hi." She giggles because he's cute when he's just woken up, and this is different from the naps they've had together. "You're cold."
"I didn't want to wake you up, and..."
He kisses that same spot again, then moves out from under the blanket and over to the fireplace. She rolls onto her back and watches him, and he looks so good in his white tee shirt and plaid boxer shorts. His hair's sticking up all over and there are a few fingernail marks on his arm, just above his elbow. She feels bad about that, but when he pressed inside her for the first time...She just needed something to grab onto, and squeezing his other hand didn't work. She apologized last night, anyway, and he said it was okay.
He turns back around and sort of half crawls towards her on his hands and knees once the fire's going. She pulls back the comforter so he can get beneath it, and Finn looks her body up and down and smiles. He licks his lips, too.
She's staring.
He's half on top of her, playing with the strap of her slip above her breast and looking at her chest. She's having a hard time not feeling a little self-conscious, even though now they've seen each other naked and shared what they did, and...She's blushing. She toys with the sleeve of his tee shirt and keeps her mouth closed because morning breath wouldn't be attractive.
"How are you?" he asks in a small, deep voice that makes her stomach jump. "I mean...You know."
Rachel smiles and relaxes against the pillow a little more. "I'm fine."
"Really?"
"I'm..." He's just looking down into her eyes and she decides they don't get to lie to one another anymore, not even about little things. "A little achy, but I feel...perfect." Finn smiles and blinks lazily and she is so in love with him. "How are you?"
"Perfect." He kisses her, but she presses her lips together and he pulls back with his brow furrowed.
"I'm...We just woke up, and my breath..." He laughs. She feels it through her whole body. "Don't make fun of me!"
"I'm not." He's still laughing, and his fingers dig into her ribs a bit, tickling her. "C'mon. Kiss me."
Oh, what the heck.
She presses her lips to his, mewls a little when he squeezes her hip and pushes his against hers, too. If everything they do now is going to feel like this, she will be far too distracted to ever get anything accomplished. He's just looking at her right now and all she can think about is sex. She can feel how her face is flushed.
"So, waking up with you is like, awesome." She giggles a bit and licks her lips, reaches up and combs her fingers through his hair in an attempt to pat it down. "Can I...I'm really kind of embarrassed about last night."
She nearly gasps. He has nothing to be embarrassed about. "What?"
"About...I mean, crying in front of you or whatever." He half-mumbles it and he's looking down again, but not really at anything, just decidedly not at her face.
"Finn." He won't look at her. She puts her hands on his face and forces him to. "I love you for that." He scoffs. "Stop, okay? Listen to me." He just blinks down at her and then nods a bit. "If we don't know each others insecurities, we can't help each other, right? I meant what I said about getting through this together."
"But what if I don't go to New York, or..."
She smiles and presses her thumb against his lips. "Then we have weekends, and holidays, and cute Facebook messages, and..."
He sighs at her. "Rachel."
"Don't you get it?" she asks quietly. "We're a part of each other, aren't we? We were, even before last night." He nods. She kisses him. "If you don't come to New York, we'll still be together. I promise."
"But I don't know what I'm gonna do."
"You'll find something you're passionate about, something that makes you happy." She truly believes that. He's too amazing not to have something inside him he loves and can turn into a career and a life. "I'll help you."
He gives her that smile, the sweet, gentle one she loves and swears is just for her. "I love you," he tells her quietly.
"I know." He kisses her. She lets her fingers brush the skin of his hip right above the band of his boxers. "I love you."
"I know." She watches as he licks his bottom lip, then looks at the muscles of his arm when he presses his fist against the floor right above her shoulder. He slides his thigh over hers, then pushes himself up, and she parts her legs for him to lie between. "Um. Are you..." She thinks it's cute that he's blushing. "Do you want to? Again?"
The way he says it leads her to believe he's feeling a lot of pride over being able to use that word. Again.
But she nods and leans up to brush her lips against his, feels his fingers tug through her messy hair.
"You're mine now, you know," she states. It's not a question.
"Yeah," he whispers against her cheek, fingers tugging down the strap of her slip. His eyes meet hers again and he takes a deep breath. "Always. Okay?"
She might cry. She just nods and pushes her hands up his back beneath his shirt, and she loves the rush she gets when he helps her pull it off him.
It's terrifying to think she'll never get enough of him. But then there's a lot of comfort in that, too.
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Finn/Rachel
Summary: Post-3x05. This is completely pointless.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
She wakes up entirely disoriented, and freezing, and her mouth tastes strange, too. She's not comfortable and she's a little panicky, because this is not her bed. She feels stuck, rooted in place, and this comforter is...
Finn's arm is over her stomach and her head is on his other one, and she realizes she's not trapped anywhere, she's just being held back against his chest.
She's not so panicky now.
She feels him breathing steadily, in and out, his chest expanding against her back. He's just holding her, in his sleep, but he's doing it tightly, too, like he doesn't want to let her go. It's good, really, because she doesn't want him to let her go.
She feels...different. She feels like she's never been more in love with anyone or anything in her entire life. It's the most amazing thing she's ever felt. It makes her want to cry under the weight of it, too, though. She feels so lucky and so happy and so loved in return. She can't imagine ever feeling better than this.
But then, she's thought that before, too.
There's a bit of an ache in her body. It's unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable, but she likes it, too, because...Because. It means something. They shared the most intimate thing two people can, and she wouldn't change a thing about it. It was perfect. She said she wanted to remember it forever, and she will. She knows it.
She was too happy to sleep after. Finn made fun of her, a little, for that. She wanted last night to go on forever and she refused to close her eyes. They stayed up and talked, and touched, and held hands. She lay on top of him because she wanted to and he told her she couldn't hurt him. Finn's fascination with her hands has always been sweet, but last night it was...something more than that, too. He held her hand against the pillow as they made love, and then wove their fingers together over and over all night. He swiped his thumb over her pinky finger and told her how much he loves her. When he got shy about 'how it was', she pushed their palms flat together and told him, again, that it was perfect. And it was.
She feels sexy in her slip. It's silly, since she's well-covered, but it's just thin material, and Finn's body is warm through it. She wants to wake him up, but she has no idea what time it is, and they were up incredibly late, until his eyes started to close and he'd said, "Rach, babe, can we...Come here and sleep." His arms had been open for her on their little makeshift bed by the fire, and she doesn't think she's ever felt better in her life than she did when she lay down with him.
So she just stays there for a while, pulls the comforter up over the both of them a little more. When she looks over her shoulder she sees his solid body behind her, and she presses her lips together because this silly little squeal wants to come out. Once she's still in front of him again, he lets out this lovely sound and nuzzles his face against her hair again. It's as though he knows who he's with, even when he's sleeping.
His breathing changes just when she's just barely warming up and yet still thinking about how to start a new fire without waking him. He tightens his hold on her and takes a deep breath, kisses her behind her ear and, whether he means to or not, presses his hips against her bum a bit, and oh.
"Morning."
She tries to turn a bit, but he just holds her close so she can't. "Hi."
His hand moves lower, whether he means to do it or not, and his fingertips are touching the top of her panties through her slip. "Hi." She giggles because he's cute when he's just woken up, and this is different from the naps they've had together. "You're cold."
"I didn't want to wake you up, and..."
He kisses that same spot again, then moves out from under the blanket and over to the fireplace. She rolls onto her back and watches him, and he looks so good in his white tee shirt and plaid boxer shorts. His hair's sticking up all over and there are a few fingernail marks on his arm, just above his elbow. She feels bad about that, but when he pressed inside her for the first time...She just needed something to grab onto, and squeezing his other hand didn't work. She apologized last night, anyway, and he said it was okay.
He turns back around and sort of half crawls towards her on his hands and knees once the fire's going. She pulls back the comforter so he can get beneath it, and Finn looks her body up and down and smiles. He licks his lips, too.
She's staring.
He's half on top of her, playing with the strap of her slip above her breast and looking at her chest. She's having a hard time not feeling a little self-conscious, even though now they've seen each other naked and shared what they did, and...She's blushing. She toys with the sleeve of his tee shirt and keeps her mouth closed because morning breath wouldn't be attractive.
"How are you?" he asks in a small, deep voice that makes her stomach jump. "I mean...You know."
Rachel smiles and relaxes against the pillow a little more. "I'm fine."
"Really?"
"I'm..." He's just looking down into her eyes and she decides they don't get to lie to one another anymore, not even about little things. "A little achy, but I feel...perfect." Finn smiles and blinks lazily and she is so in love with him. "How are you?"
"Perfect." He kisses her, but she presses her lips together and he pulls back with his brow furrowed.
"I'm...We just woke up, and my breath..." He laughs. She feels it through her whole body. "Don't make fun of me!"
"I'm not." He's still laughing, and his fingers dig into her ribs a bit, tickling her. "C'mon. Kiss me."
Oh, what the heck.
She presses her lips to his, mewls a little when he squeezes her hip and pushes his against hers, too. If everything they do now is going to feel like this, she will be far too distracted to ever get anything accomplished. He's just looking at her right now and all she can think about is sex. She can feel how her face is flushed.
"So, waking up with you is like, awesome." She giggles a bit and licks her lips, reaches up and combs her fingers through his hair in an attempt to pat it down. "Can I...I'm really kind of embarrassed about last night."
She nearly gasps. He has nothing to be embarrassed about. "What?"
"About...I mean, crying in front of you or whatever." He half-mumbles it and he's looking down again, but not really at anything, just decidedly not at her face.
"Finn." He won't look at her. She puts her hands on his face and forces him to. "I love you for that." He scoffs. "Stop, okay? Listen to me." He just blinks down at her and then nods a bit. "If we don't know each others insecurities, we can't help each other, right? I meant what I said about getting through this together."
"But what if I don't go to New York, or..."
She smiles and presses her thumb against his lips. "Then we have weekends, and holidays, and cute Facebook messages, and..."
He sighs at her. "Rachel."
"Don't you get it?" she asks quietly. "We're a part of each other, aren't we? We were, even before last night." He nods. She kisses him. "If you don't come to New York, we'll still be together. I promise."
"But I don't know what I'm gonna do."
"You'll find something you're passionate about, something that makes you happy." She truly believes that. He's too amazing not to have something inside him he loves and can turn into a career and a life. "I'll help you."
He gives her that smile, the sweet, gentle one she loves and swears is just for her. "I love you," he tells her quietly.
"I know." He kisses her. She lets her fingers brush the skin of his hip right above the band of his boxers. "I love you."
"I know." She watches as he licks his bottom lip, then looks at the muscles of his arm when he presses his fist against the floor right above her shoulder. He slides his thigh over hers, then pushes himself up, and she parts her legs for him to lie between. "Um. Are you..." She thinks it's cute that he's blushing. "Do you want to? Again?"
The way he says it leads her to believe he's feeling a lot of pride over being able to use that word. Again.
But she nods and leans up to brush her lips against his, feels his fingers tug through her messy hair.
"You're mine now, you know," she states. It's not a question.
"Yeah," he whispers against her cheek, fingers tugging down the strap of her slip. His eyes meet hers again and he takes a deep breath. "Always. Okay?"
She might cry. She just nods and pushes her hands up his back beneath his shirt, and she loves the rush she gets when he helps her pull it off him.
It's terrifying to think she'll never get enough of him. But then there's a lot of comfort in that, too.