[He loves the way things have changed between them in the past year. A year ago, he was telling Quinn Fabray that he'd rather rawdog a beehive. Now, he's rawdogging Rachel Berry multiple times a day - her idea, by the way, did he mention that part? She's telling him that she loves him and he's soberly and offhandedly mentioning that he wants to marry her so that she'll get the benefits of being a cop's wife if anything happens to him, that she isn't left in a city all alone. That if she gets sick, she'll have insurance, because her work isn't as steady as his is, and he's planning on being the one to support them, anyway. He's fine with that. They're there so she can chase her dreams. He's already happy; he's working a job he loves most of the time, and being with Rachel, loving Rachel, is one of those things he swears he should be too young to feel. But this shit? It's so real it scares him sometimes. At least, it's more real than anything he's ever felt before, except for Beth. He smiles against her lips, kissing her again, and shifting his hands beneath her thighs to help her settle against his hips.]
Oh, yeah? I promised you doggy-style, huh, baby? [Oh, yes. He did.] You think you can handle it, turn over and hang onto the headboard or something while I fuck you?
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Date: 2011-12-11 05:48 am (UTC)Oh, yeah? I promised you doggy-style, huh, baby? [Oh, yes. He did.] You think you can handle it, turn over and hang onto the headboard or something while I fuck you?