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Do You Wanna Touch Me: Joan Jett
Sex. Yup, you heard me. Sex. It's all Hudson and I have been doing this past week. Wait, hold, let me rewind a little bit, cause now we sound like sex addicts. Or maybe we are. I don't know. Anyway, every time we fight, even over the smallest thing, our solution is ripping each other's clothes off.
Don't get me wrong, he's good, he tells me I'm good, we're both in paradise. I feel safe and protected with him, my mind does, my heart does and most importantly, my body does. But I guess what's been bothering me is that we're fighting all the time all of the sudden. But after our third round of the day, it's like nothing ever happened. Maybe it's because we get along so well, we're both just making up excuses to have conflict.
Which is actually kinda hot. Or maybe it's the hormones. Or the tension we've had for the longest time. Maybe we're just getting it all out of our systems. But not like a one time thing, you know? More like every time I look at him, I want him to make my eyes roll in the back of my head. It's weird, I've never felt this way about anyone. Not Tyler, definitely not Adam. It's so different with him. But a good different.
I heavily pant with a heaving chest. "Screw you, Hudson."
"I love you, Brennan." Finn whispers and presses a soft kiss to my shoulder.
I smirk. "You're a prick."
"And you're stubborn."
"And you make me irate."
"Feeling is mutual."
"Why? What the hell are we even fighting about now?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, neither do I!" I go to get up, but he pulls me back onto the bed and connects our lips roughly. I close my eyes and immediately kiss him back. I run my fingers through his hair. "No, no. Not doing this again. We can't keep doing this every time we fight over something stupid, okay? We need to have a real talk as to why we keep making up excuses to argue."
"Yeah. You're right." Finn nods.
"I know I am." I nod back. "Now kiss me." I whisper and he reconnects our lips. I grin against his lips and he chuckles. I cup the back of his head and he cups my face. "Get back inside me." I kiss his neck and flip us over.
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"Alright, folks. Regionals is in a week." Mister Shue enters and I lace my hand with Finn's. "It's time to get deep into our set list. Artie, you okay?"
"My life is over. How am I supposed to support a baby?" Artie gapes. "How could you not tell me about this?"
