[He can say nobody has ever believed in him, but that isn't true. He's just not looking from belief from the right people. Rachel's always believed he had potential. Whether it was the potential to just be a nice guy, and not the asshole everyone thinks he is (that he thinks he has to be?) or the potential to go somewhere with his music ('cause the boy is talented.) or the potential to do well in school if he just tried (we're not even going to go into her whole stance on his potential to parent...). Except when Rachel speaks, no one is listening to Rachel. Everyone is tuning out 'Rachel freakin' Berry' and maybe if he did less of that, Noah wouldn't think that no one believed in him.]
[There are goosebumps over every inch of her skin. She's never done this before and the anticipation is enough to make her shiver, even if he wasn't touching her. He hums against her lips and the vibration strikes down to her toes. She's shorter than him, and has to push up on the balls of her feet to deepen the kiss then, short nails scraping at the base of his 'hawk. Then her bra's gone and she can feel the callouses on his fingers against the previously untouched flesh and all she can do is moan. Why didn't she let him do that before?]
[She'd expected him to move much faster. She'd expected this...whirlwind, but he was being so gentle, reassuring..like he cared. Maybe this was part of the appeal, then.] Rachel. [She corrects him when he calls her 'B'. The Berry is gone is unspoken.] You told me once. [She slips her hand beneath his shirt.] Told me I was pretty...
[He can feel her rock on the balls of her feet, rising up a few inches and pressing her body firmly against his; he can feel every curve of her, warm and better than he'd imagined her, even with his vast experience. Her arms tighten around his neck, forcing their lips together as he opens his mouth to hers. She tastes sweet, minty, and he's distracted from her taste (he doesn't want to be) by the light press of her nails against the nape of his neck and the way she moans into his mouth.]
Rachel. [He breathes, breaking the kiss for just a moment as she slips her hands beneath his shirt and scratches her nails gently over his muscled abdomen. The touch makes him shiver, and he reaches downward to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor at their feet before reaching out for her again.] You're fuckin' beautiful, babe. Always were. Why'd you think I wanted you to keep your nose so bad? S'my favorite. So beautiful. [He kisses her again, his hands moving to take hers and drawing them to the the button of his jeans and abandoning them. She can handle unfastening his pants on her own; his hands move up to curve around her breasts again, his lips kissing a trail over the curve of her jaw, heading in the direction of her chin.]
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[There are goosebumps over every inch of her skin. She's never done this before and the anticipation is enough to make her shiver, even if he wasn't touching her. He hums against her lips and the vibration strikes down to her toes. She's shorter than him, and has to push up on the balls of her feet to deepen the kiss then, short nails scraping at the base of his 'hawk. Then her bra's gone and she can feel the callouses on his fingers against the previously untouched flesh and all she can do is moan. Why didn't she let him do that before?]
[She'd expected him to move much faster. She'd expected this...whirlwind, but he was being so gentle, reassuring..like he cared. Maybe this was part of the appeal, then.] Rachel. [She corrects him when he calls her 'B'. The Berry is gone is unspoken.] You told me once. [She slips her hand beneath his shirt.] Told me I was pretty...
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Rachel. [He breathes, breaking the kiss for just a moment as she slips her hands beneath his shirt and scratches her nails gently over his muscled abdomen. The touch makes him shiver, and he reaches downward to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor at their feet before reaching out for her again.] You're fuckin' beautiful, babe. Always were. Why'd you think I wanted you to keep your nose so bad? S'my favorite. So beautiful. [He kisses her again, his hands moving to take hers and drawing them to the the button of his jeans and abandoning them. She can handle unfastening his pants on her own; his hands move up to curve around her breasts again, his lips kissing a trail over the curve of her jaw, heading in the direction of her chin.]