[That's all the explanation she'll give him, but that's all that should matter, right? Doesn't it make perfect sense that she's hurt? She's absolutely shattered and the one thing that she usually does to make it better is the thing that will remind her most of her failure. And aren't you always going on about how much of a stress reliever sex is? How good it feels? Is it bad that Rachel wants to feel good? She's just turning to the only other way she knows how.]
I'm not crazy, Noah. I'm dedicated. I'm determined. But I'm not crazy. [She shrugs off the cardigan she's wearing, tossing it onto the back of his computer chair. Her dress is strapless, held up by a zipper underneath her arm and her shoes are flip-flops. It's all easy access. She was prepared for this. Since when is Rachel Berry not prepared?] I'm not sure why you suddenly care so much about what I said before, since you're so convinced about Finn and I's sexual history. [Button pushing. Rachel can do it. She knows mentioning Finn here will ruffle Noah in a way that maybe he's not even aware it does, but she's always noticed. How he's always so quick to suggest that he's better, that he could make her feel better, could do better for her than Finn. Reaching up underneath her arm, she tugs down the zipper to her dress, only letting it slip just far enough so that the lace of her strapless bra is visible above the fabric.] Yes or no, Noah?
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Date: 2011-12-24 06:07 am (UTC)[That's all the explanation she'll give him, but that's all that should matter, right? Doesn't it make perfect sense that she's hurt? She's absolutely shattered and the one thing that she usually does to make it better is the thing that will remind her most of her failure. And aren't you always going on about how much of a stress reliever sex is? How good it feels? Is it bad that Rachel wants to feel good? She's just turning to the only other way she knows how.]
I'm not crazy, Noah. I'm dedicated. I'm determined. But I'm not crazy. [She shrugs off the cardigan she's wearing, tossing it onto the back of his computer chair. Her dress is strapless, held up by a zipper underneath her arm and her shoes are flip-flops. It's all easy access. She was prepared for this. Since when is Rachel Berry not prepared?] I'm not sure why you suddenly care so much about what I said before, since you're so convinced about Finn and I's sexual history. [Button pushing. Rachel can do it. She knows mentioning Finn here will ruffle Noah in a way that maybe he's not even aware it does, but she's always noticed. How he's always so quick to suggest that he's better, that he could make her feel better, could do better for her than Finn. Reaching up underneath her arm, she tugs down the zipper to her dress, only letting it slip just far enough so that the lace of her strapless bra is visible above the fabric.] Yes or no, Noah?