forever fades away

chapter 7

Finn rummaged through his dresser drawers, searching high and low for his favorite shirt. He needed to get to bed, since he had an early flight tomorrow, but he couldn’t find his damn shirt. He was getting ready to call his maid and ask her where it was, he didn’t care what time it was, he needed his shirt. 

“Damn it.” He muttered, throwing his arms up in frustration. “Ok, think. If I were my favorite blue shirt, where the hell would I be?” He laughed. “Well, if I was my shirt, I wouldn’t need to find myself, but... I’m talking to myself, so I think I’m crazy anyway.” 

He pulled open another dresser drawer, throwing the contents of it all over the bedroom floor. He was only going to be back in Roswell for a week, and he’d already packed enough clothes for at least two, but he had to have his favorite shirt. It fit him perfectly, the arms of the shirt hugging his biceps, which all the ladies loved, therefore, making him love it, as well. 

As he reached the bottom of the drawer, he froze, his hands full of clothes he was prepared to dump all over the floor with the rest of his wardrobe. He stood there for a minute before he finally dropped the clothes and reached back into the drawer. 

He pulled out his college basketball jersey, holding it in his hands. He unfolded it, turning it over to stare at his last name, boldly displayed on the back. He sighed, closing his eyes as the memories came back to him as if it had all happened yesterday. 

Finn ran from his car towards the door to the apartment he and Rachel  were sharing. He’d just gotten down with basketball practice, preparing for his first college game. Today, the team had finally been given their jerseys and finn was so excited to show it to rachel.

He burst through the front door, searching the apartment for her. He found her sprawled on the livingroom floor, surrounded by her usual mountain of homework. She looked up at him the second she felt his presence in the room. “Hey baby. How was practice?” She asked, getting up off the floor and stretching before stepping over her books and giving him a soft, lingering kiss.

“You know, usual hell.” He smirked. “However, I did get something today.”

“What’d you get?” She asks, smiling at how excited he was about it.

He didn’t say anything, just pulled his jerseys out from behind his back, and holding them up in front of him proudly.

“Your jerseys!” rachel squealed, bouncing up and down excitedly. “Go try them on! I wanna see hot sexy you look!”

Finn didn’t need to be told twice, he quickly ran into the bathroom, getting dressed in his gear quicker than he’d ever gotten dressed in his life. He poked his head out of the bathroom, his eyes landing on rachel, who was standing in front of the door. “You ready?”

“Oh, come on! Just come out of the bathroom!” rachel whined.

Finn laughed before opening the door all the way, leaning against the door frame. “What do you think?”

“You look so sexy right now.” rachel admitted, walking over to him. She pressed her body up against his, running her hands down the front of his jersey. “Have I ever told you how much your basketball outfits turn me on?” She flirtatiously purred.

Finn audibly gulped, closing his eyes as her hand snaked under his jersey and she ran her nails over his chest and down his abs, her fingers lingering dangerously close to the waistband of his shorts. “N-n-no. I, uhm, I don’t think you have.” He un-smoothly stuttered.

She giggled slightly, standing up on her tiptoes, whispering in his ear. “Well, it does. A lot.”

Before she knew what was going on, Finn lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and walking them to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, quickly pulling her shirt and bra off, as well as his jersey, his shorts and his boxers. He pulled her underwear down her legs, and bunched her skirt up around her waist before slipping into her welcoming body.