Finchel's Trip

Rachel closed her eyes and squealed as the cake suddenly was all over her face. She stared at Finn in amusement as icing fell out of her hair in clumps. "You're going to regret that," she decided, and snatched up a handful of cake, stood on a chair and mashed it onto the top of his head. "Oops," she said snickering.

"Really, Rachel? Really?" he stared in disbelief as she smushed cake into his hair. "You're going down." he said firmly, grabbing a fistful of cake and shoving it down her shirt. He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her over his shoulder, smacking her butt once for good measure.

"Yes, really," she said seriously. Rachel squirmed as the cool cake was suddenly down her shirt, and she smacked his hand lightly away from the material. She gasped in shock as she was out of nowhere lifted over Finn's shoulder. She pounded on his back, but couldn't keep from laughing. "Let me down!" Rachel twisted uncomfortably so her head was near the side of his and bit his earlobe gently. "Let me down or I'll bite your ear off," she threatened teasingly.

Finn laughed. "Nice try, but that just turns me on." he leaned down and laid her on the bed, climbing on top of her and licking some of the cake off her neck, then her lips. "You taste good." he mumbled against her.

Purring slightly as she felt his lips on her skin, Rachel bit down a bit harder on his ear and sucked lightly. Moving to his lips, she forced her tongue into his mouth, and whispered, "That's the cake you taste, not me." Her leg moved to wrap around his and pulled him closer to her. She sighed into his mouth. He was all hers, and she couldn't be happier about it.

"The cake has nothing to do with it." Truth be told, the cake wasn't anything special. It was store bought and cheap, but he'd eaten far worse in his life. But Rachel was something completely different. She had a unique flavor that was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, and he could never get enough of it. It was like giving a man dying of thirst a drink of water- he was addicted to her. As he tongue played with his he let out a moan of what he could only think to describe as bliss. Sure, he knew that once they went back home things would be messy and hard and bad, but he had just sealed the deal that Rachel was his forever. She was his and he was hers and nobody would ever come between them for as long as time went on, and at that moment it was impossible for him to feel anything but happy. After a few minutes he looked down at Rachel with nothing but love in his eyes. Her lips were slightly swollen and red from his kisses, hair fanned out around her, slightly breathless and covered in cake... "You're beautiful." he murmured. "I want to make love to you Rachel. As my wife."

Rachel flushed as he called her beautiful, because when she was with Finn, she felt like it could be true. Nobody at school had ever given her reason to believe that she was beautiful or even pretty, or likable, yet alone lovable. Finn made her believe that she could be all those things. It was amazing, the way he made her feel, and incomprehensible that he felt the same way in return. Yet there they were, married at sixteen, and Rachel was happier than she had ever been in her life. Her eyes searched his, and her lips curved up in a soft smile at his suggestion. In answer, Rachel rolled over so she was straddling Finn. Leaning down to press her lips to his, Rachel's hands wandered toward the collar of Finn's shirt and toyed with the top button.

"Mmfh." Finn let out a moan as Rachel pushed his body back with a surprising force. He loved it when she took charge- it was so freaking hot. Like she was his own naughty bad girl or something, and only he got to see this side of her. It made him feel... special, as lame as it sounded. Wrapping his arms around her he placed one hand on the back of her head, pushing their faces as close as possible and holding her firmly to him. The other snaked under her skirt and cupped her ass, which is squeezed and pushed towards his lower half to increase the pressure. She was perfect, and she was all his. He was the luckiest dude in the world.

Rachel let out a muffled "Mmph!" as she was pulled closer to him and suddenly the space was gone. She trailed her finger down the buttons of Finn's shirt, popping them off and sending them flying. Her hips ground slightly against his and the friction between them almost created tangible sparks. Her hand brushed the top of Finn's pants and played with the button before undoing it and dragged his pants down to his ankles. Since her mouth left his, Rachel kissed up both of Finn's legs, dancing over his inner thighs before moving back up to his torso and finally his neck. She hooked a finger around the elastic of his boxers. Rachel planted her mouth back over his and waited for him to make his own move.

Oh yeah, Rachel could totally take charge whenever she wanted. After what seemed like no time at all, Finn was stripped of his clothes with a very anxious looking Rachel hovering above him clearly waiting for him to get his ass moving. So he did just that: he undid the buttons on her blouse at lightning speed and unzipped her tiny skirt, tossing them both across the room. He pressed a kiss to her stomach (that would eventually carry their kids- but not too soon 'cause marriage at sixteen was enough for him, and he totally wasn't ready for anything else) and then moved to unclasp her bra, kissing each of her breasts tenderly and stroking her through her lacy underwear.