A/N: Well this story is close to wrapping up. I'm trying to figure out the best ending for it. Also have been busy working on Make it Real as well. Enjoy!
Warning: Some Smyteberry smut/mild language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, characters or song lyrics.
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Rachel was laying on Sebastian's bed, while he stroked her hair. He had just finished his audition for Julliard and he did amazing despite being hurt about his parents. They would have to deal with that issue soon. She feels a little sadder that she wasn't able to have a closer relationship with his parents. She knew there was no going backwards, only forward. Sebastian was going to need her more then ever. Sebastian was sometimes too proud to ask anyone for help.
Sebastian: Babe, you're quiet, what are you thinking about?
Rachel: I am just thinking how proud of you I am..also how to help you with the Parental situation..
Sebastian: *sigh* First of all, you don't have to tiptoe around me. I will deal with that soon. For now, please, all I want is be with my beautiful fiancée. I want you forever and never let you forget how you make me feel. Better than any fairy tales or best dreams. I want you..all of you. Lose myself in you. Am I getting point across?
Rachel: Crystal clear,.although i may need a reminder.
(Sebastian)
Oh baby, let's make love
All night long
All night long
Let's make love
Sebastian and Rachel leaned in at same time. They shared a frantic kiss that became heated and Rachel wrapped her legs around Sebastian's waist as he held her against the wall.
"Are you sure you want this?" Sebastian asked, looking into the small brunette's eyes for reassurance. He saw fear, but the tiniest glint of excitement; that's what propelled him forward. She nodded up at him, lifting her arms straight into the air. They both ignored the slight tremble of her fingertips.
In one swift movement, the tall boy grabbed the bottom hem of Rachel's tank top and pulled it over her head, leaving her standing in front of him in only her bra and a raggedy pair of sweatpants.
And yet she'd never looked more beautiful to him.
Before she could change her mind, he leant forward and placed his forehead against hers, gently. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispered, pushing a strand of his friend's hair behind her ear. She nodded in response, not trusting her voice. Instead, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him, allowing her body to speak for her.
The kiss was perfect, the right mixture of heat and need and love, and Sebastian found his head becoming thick with fog, as it always did when he was attacked by Rachel's lips. He stepped back, out of her touch and into clarity.
He needed to make this moment perfect.
As fast as he had discarded Rachel's shirt, he removed his own, throwing it in a pile at the end of the bed. He hoped that she couldn't see the goose bumps from where she stood, barely a foot away.
He watched, with slight shock, as Rachel's thumbs disappeared into the top of her sweatpants, making a move to take them off. He moved to her fast, removing her hands and chuckling softly. "I'll do it," he said, dipping his thumbs into where hers had just been.
The electric shock of skin against skin- two areas that had never before touched- made Sebastian's knees buckle. He breathed deep, composing himself.
In a breath, the pants were also in the pile at the end of the bed, long forgotten.
"Sebastian," Rachel breathed, her cheeks flushed with full awareness of how little clothing she currently wore. She bit her lip and looked down to her friend's own pants, hanging low on his hips in the most tantalizing way. She made a move for the button, but he was too quick for her.
