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One of the best (and worst) things about Finn is that he has no idea how sexy he is. This means that he always acts surprised when girls fawn over him at school, and when cougars stare at him at the mall, and when Principal Figgins’ secretary gives him the once over in the hallway.

It’s infuriating sometimes, because in each of these situations, Rachel finds it incredibly hard not to claim what’s hers, so to speak. She may be wearing his ring, but her insecurities often get the better of her, especially when cheerleaders check him out while she’s holding his hand (honestly, some girls have no morals!).

It’s not always a bad thing though, because sometimes his hair will be slightly messier than usual, prompting a fevered make out so that Rachel can run her fingers through it while he forces his tongue down her throat.

Then there are the occasions when Finn is unknowingly sexy in a situation that doesn’t allow for action, and one such occasion began at the dining table of the Hudson Hummel family.

It started out innocently enough. Carole had kindly invited her over for dinner, and not one to turn down such an invite, Rachel had been happy to attend. They’d watched a movie in his room until the food was ready, and with sore lips from too much kissing (though really, is there ever such a thing as too much?), they’d started on the lovely spread that Carole had prepared. Kurt was eager to talk about something Blaine related while Burt pretended to be interested, and innocently enough, Rachel smiled over at Finn, who was sitting beside her while he ate his dessert.

A dessert which consisted of strawberries and a whole lot of cream. Mouth agape, she watched as Finn coated a piece of fruit in the white foam, and almost lovingly, he took it to his lips and licked it clean before biting off the end, prompting Rachel to let out a desperate groan.

“Rachel, is everything okay?” asked Kurt in concern, and with flushed cheeks, she nodded and looked down at her own food, peaches and vegan friendly cream.

“Yes, quite, thank you.”

Things were not alright though, far from it, because with every strawberry, Rachel felt herself coming undone. Honestly, she sometimes questioned her sanity, since she was sure that boys were the ones obsessed with innuendos and sexual desires. All her fiancé was doing was eating fruit for goodness sake, and yet whenever his tongue flitted across the juicy red flesh of a strawberry, she felt a warmth pool between her legs. It wasn’t a stretch to imagine a breast in place of the fruit, and she could only dream of how it would feel to have her cream-lathered body licked clean by his talented mouth.

Finn, of course, was oblivious to her dirty thoughts, and when he noticed her staring, he gave her a lopsided grin that drove her crazy. She rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to rid herself of some of the tension, but it was no use, especially when she noticed a smudge of cream on his upper lip that he’d missed.

“You have a little-” She decided to let her actions do the talking instead, and leaning over, she tugged his head towards hers until their faces were inches apart. She saw the way his eyes glazed over, and forgetting their setting, she languidly let her tongue swirl over the skin above his mouth (allowing herself the dairy slip) before tugging his top lip between her teeth as she pulled him closer. Her tongue got to work on tickling his skin in a lavish, over the top gesture, and only when Finn began to moan and Kurt cleared his throat did she remember where they were.

Completely mortified, she focused all of her attention on her own fruit, and grazed her tongue over the swollen body of the peach slices. She suckled briefly on the tip until all the cream had been removed, and in one fluid motion, she swallowed it almost whole with a satisfied smack of her lips.

“It’s like some kind of fruit sex show with you two in the house,” sniffed Kurt, and Rachel stared wide eyes at her best friend. Conveniently, Carole and Burt hurried out of the room with talk of a show about crabs and fashion designers, leaving the three of them alone.

“Excuse me?”

Kurt sighed and pointed at Finn. “Look what you’ve done to my poor brother!”

In a panic, Rachel shifted her gaze to Finn, only to catch her breath at the sight of him. He was practically panting as he stared her down, eyes heavy with lust, and she couldn’t help but let out a nervous giggle as she watched him alternate between staring at her fruit and her lips.

“You’re just as bad, Finn! I thought Rachel was going to dry hump you in the middle of dinner.”

She blushed and stared down at the table, though as it dawned on her that Finn was in the same mood that she was, she scooped up a droplet of cream on her finger and held it out for him to taste.

He didn’t even hesitate to take her digit into his mouth, and she shuddered as he sucked it clean, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Oh God, okay, I get it, I’ll leave, I’ll leave!”

As soon as Kurt was out of the room, Finn somehow managed to ‘accidentally’ get some on Rachel’s face, and as he licked her cheek clean, he insisted he was doing her a favour.

She repaid the favour when they returned to her empty house with two full cans of whipped cream.