She hums, arching up to his hand again. She could get used to this, she thinks. Just laying here, with him, just feeling-wait, what? She goes tense, but doesn't open her eyes. Did he really just say what she thinks he said? He's probably like the third girl he's ever said that too, but she isn't sure what to-...what? And if that's what he really wants (because she's heard that you're not supposed to say those things in the heat of sex or the afterglow because hormones cloud your judgement), what does she want? If she's honest with herself? He's...amazing on so many levels. Talented, smart (when he applies himself.), sweet (when he wants to be. But she's seen him with his Nana and his baby sister) and...so good in bed but-
She was almost committed to marrying his best friend less than 4 months ago. And granted, she wouldn't have ever said yes, but the fact was that they were together enough that he thought it was appropriate to ask. And until the night that Finn actually asked, Rachel was sure it was in their future. Part of Rachel thinks its bad enough that she's laying here with him now, naked and tired and well fucked. But the way she feels right now (or felt, until Noah said that), is too good to give up. Too good to mess up by giving him something that she may not be ready to give.
She laughs nervously, shrugging, glad he's mostly asleep (and therefore probably too inattentive to notice the gears turning in her head). "That provides no actual sustenance, Noah." She mumbles, scratching her nails through his mohawk, watching him fall asleep.
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Date: 2011-12-01 07:28 pm (UTC)She was almost committed to marrying his best friend less than 4 months ago. And granted, she wouldn't have ever said yes, but the fact was that they were together enough that he thought it was appropriate to ask. And until the night that Finn actually asked, Rachel was sure it was in their future. Part of Rachel thinks its bad enough that she's laying here with him now, naked and tired and well fucked. But the way she feels right now (or felt, until Noah said that), is too good to give up. Too good to mess up by giving him something that she may not be ready to give.
She laughs nervously, shrugging, glad he's mostly asleep (and therefore probably too inattentive to notice the gears turning in her head). "That provides no actual sustenance, Noah." She mumbles, scratching her nails through his mohawk, watching him fall asleep.