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Chapter 26: Puzzle Pieces

(moments later).

They were in their own little world. Oblivious to the fact that they were making out in the rain. When they finally broke apart Rachel couldn't help but giggle freely and look up at the grey sky.

"Let's get you inside," Finn laughed, taking her hand and pulling her in the warm condo.

He led her into the bedroom, still holding her hand tightly. She shivered slightly upon entering and seeing the unmade mattress.

She wasn't sure if she was shivering from the cold, the happiness, or the desire, but Finn rubbed his hands along her arms protectively, trying to warm her up.

"I'm okay," she said softly, placing one of her small hands lightly over his gargantuan one, "I just need to get out of these wet clothes."

The right side of Finn's mouth raised as he quirked one of his adorable crooked grins.

"I think we can arrange that," he said throatily, taking a wet strand of hair and tucking it behind her ear.

Rachel felt herself get lightheaded as he bent down to kiss her again. This time the kiss was softer, sweeter, less urgent, as if he was trying to make it last as long as possible.

A forceful warmth began to grow in the core of her body as she deepened the kiss, effectively replacing any coldness she had been feeling.

She tried to savor every particle of the moment as she felt Finn slowly lift her cotton dress off her. His cold fingers left a trail goosebumps along the damp skin from her hips to the sides of her freed breasts. He was treating her like a fragile piece of china. Gripping his shirt tightly with both hands, she shoved her tongue into his mouth and tried to show him how not fragile she was. Enough with the teasing.

Finn let out a low chuckle into their kiss which vibrated into her mouth, before picking her up and moving her towards the mattress. Their lips never broke contact as he carried her and gently placed her against the sheets. Her eyes raked the planes of his naked, gorgeous chest as he removed his wet shirt in one swift movement. The joy that filled her when she realized that he was all hers, that they could do this and be together this way, until the end of time, was indescribable.

There was still so much more to say, so much more to plan and figure out, but it could wait. Because they needed each other now. They needed to express to each other physically how desperately essential they were to one another.

She let out an uncontrollable moan as Finn brought his lips across her face to suckle the bottom of her ear, his body covering her like the sexiest blanket in the entire world. As he moved his hands up and down her skin, touching her in all the right places, she surrendered herself to the familiar ecstasy of his big, hard body surrounding her, caressing her, loving her.

Finn groaned as his fingers felt her warm, wetness down there (which definitely wasn't the fault of the rain). Tremors wracked her body at the touch of his long, nimble fingers, and she let out a strangled cry that unbridled all of Finn's self-control. Kicking off his boxers, he literally growled as he pushed the barrier of her delicate lace underwear to the side and positioned himself at her entrance.

Rachel arched her back and let out another moan as she thrust her hips towards him, wanting more of him. He complied immediately, and brought his mouth back up to repossess hers as he grunted himself into her. Her head rolled back at the sensations of Finn moving inside her, barely aware of the noises coming out of her mouth as she faded into him.

Their damp bodies clung together like puzzle pieces that had found their way back again.

"Stay," she panted, putting her arms around his neck, "I like the feeling of you in me."