Sunset, Swimming, and Sex || Berrington
Date: November 3rd. Late afternoon until late night.
Location: Westerville, Ohio.
Who: Rachel Berry and Hunter Clarington ( @cockyclarington )
Notes: Rachel and Hunter go on their second date. With the sexual tension that’s been on the rise between the two young adults will they be able to keep their date innocent? Or will Rachel give in to her deepest desires. (Sunset.)
WARNINGS: NSFW like at all.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter made a beeline to his dorm room right when his last class let out. He was in a rush to change his clothes, throwing his Dalton uniform on the bed before changing into a pair of dark jeans, black boots, and his favorite leather jacket over a long-sleeve shirt. With a smile on his face and a skip to his step, he was looking forward to driving all the way to Lima to pick Rachel up. He timed it just right in his head and knew if he had rushed to leave, he could make it to McKinley High School just as Rachel’s glee club would be over. He made sure he had everything he needed to go pick her up and soon he was blazing out of the Dalton parking lot and onto the long road ahead.
The drive was uneventful as Hunter looked forward to seeing the girl, laughing to himself as he pictured the surprised faces of her friends and classmates. He rolled up to McKinley High School, checking the time on his phone to see that he was right on schedule. Already he could see students giving him looks-- either checking him out or sizing him up, but Hunter didn’t care about these peasants. With the engine cut and helmet now tucked under his arm, the Dalton boy strolled through the halls in search of the glee club room. After asking some random student to point out the way, he found it. He peeked into the room and smiled when Rachel came into view. She was standing in front of her peers, singing a song that Hunter knew he’d heard before but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Listening to her voice ring out beautifully, Hunter couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride, for some reason. After she’d finished singing, it looked like the teacher was just wrapping up whatever he was talking about and the glee club members were already gathering their things and getting ready to leave. Hunter waited right there by the door, ready to greet her.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel had been waiting rather impatiently for Friday to arrive, eager to spend more alone time with Hunter. It was like she was addicted to him and the way he made her feel. He made her feel wanted and beautiful-- not a lot of people ever made her feel that way. And no one had ever made her feel quite the same as Hunter did. Waking up on Friday was like waking up on Christmas morning and she chose her outfit very carefully that day, not wanting to have to rush home after school to change - she realized that if she was going to be frequenting the back of her guy’s motorcycle, she was going to have to invest in more articles of clothing that didn't involve a skirt. Three pairs of shorts wasn't cutting it. She settled for a pair of black, high-waisted shorts, maroon tights, and a cream colored sweater, her dark hair straightened and down.
She could barely focus in school all day long, going over every moment she’d spoken to Hunter or spend time with him. She felt like she did the first time she’d ever had a crush on someone, only tenfold. It was intense and she was obsessed. It had even leaked over into glee, as she was starting to sing songs the related to her and Hunter, songs she'd never even heard before. That day at glee rehearsal, she sang Dirty Laundry by a band she'd just discovered when scouring the internet for songs that portrayed her feelings. The moment she heard it she couldn't help but think of Hunter- and she liked knowing that only a few people in glee club knew exactly who she was singing to.
When glee was finally over and she gathered her things, she said goodbye to her friends and walked with purpose out for the room, practically power-walking. She stopped in her tracks, though, when she saw her handsome suitor waiting for her. The brunette’s face lit up when she saw Hunter, glancing around. “Hunt?” She grinned at him, holding her things tightly in her arms, doing her best to not seem overly excited. She wanted to portray the right amount of excited as to not scare him away. “What a nice surprise.” She bit her lip to resist the urge to kiss him, not knowing if they were there yet. She gave him a once over, shaking her head. “I've never had such a dangerous-looking fella pick me up from school before.” She teased him. She felt nervous and relaxed all at the same time. He made her so nervous- in the good way- and yet she felt so comfortable with him, it was a weird feeling that her and the butterflies hadn't quite gotten used to yet.
Hunter Clarington:
When the glee kids began exiting the room, some of them noticed and even recognized him. Hunter handed out a few hellos to the people he knew and those that didn’t stared him down as they walked down the halls. He wondered which one of the guys coming out of the room was Rachel’s ex-boyfriend but before he could say or do anything, the girl he’d come to see came marching out of the room and stopped in her tracks to greet him. “Hey, babe,” Hunter stood up straight from leaning against the wall, flashing her his signature charming smile. He quickly gave her a once-over and maybe mentally undressed her before he moved in to wrap an arm around her waist to bring her into a firm, possessive kiss. He made sure everyone in the halls who were watching could see; he was very obviously marking and claiming his territory. When he broke away from the kiss, he kept well within her personal space and didn’t care that people were staring at them both-- in fact, he wanted people to see them. “Thought I’d come surprise you here for everyone to see what kind of danger you get yourself into. You ready for our date?” He asked, shrugging off his jacket to give to her. “I brought my bike.”
He offered to hold Rachel’s things for her while she put on his jacket, grinning to himself that she looked so good in his jacket. As they started to make their way down the hall, his arm draped around her, he noticed one of the guys that’d come out of the glee club had been glaring daggers at him from afar. Coming here to pick Rachel up had so far been an excellent choice. “Do you need to stop off at your place first or do you want to just get out of here? I have a place in mind I want to take you before we go to Dalton.”
Rachel Berry:
Rachel was pleasantly surprised by the affectionate pet name and the way that Hunter pulled her into a kiss. All of it overwhelmed her briefly and she melted into the taller’s embrace, humming against his lips as she kissed him back. Her cheeks flushed red as they kissed, feeling the eyes of her classmates and her ex-boyfriend. She liked it, though. She liked that Hunter was into her enough to make it a point to come pick her up from school and show their relationship off-- even if it wasn't official yet.
She happily let Hunter hold her things as she slipped his jacket on over her outfit-- there were those butterflies again. She loved how warm she felt in his jacket-- feeling like she was his was something she really loved. The grin never left her face as they walked down the hall together, she could only imagine how great they looked-- her wearing his jacket, him so much taller than she. It was probably a sight she’d be jealous of if she wasn’t a part of it. Leaning into him as they walked, she shook her head. “Nah, I wanna get out of here with you.” She assured him, smiling up at him. “I just need to drop this stuff off at my locker-- Kurt will take it home for me so I don’t have to haul it to Westerville.” She said as they made their way towards her locker, stopping to put her things away and grab her purse. She locked up her things and got closer to the taller again, slipping her arm around his waist so they could walk out together-- she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love the looks they got from others.
She could still feel people’s eyes on them as they left and made their way to his bike, taking her helmet and placing it on her head. “Y’know if I’m going to be frequenting the back of your bike so often-- I should get my own, personalized helmet.” She chuckled, looking up at him. “Where are you taking me today, handsome?”
Hunter Clarington:
With his jacket on Rachel and the two of them walking down the halls together, Hunter felt like a rockstar. He wished that he could do the same thing over at Dalton but private school was just a little different than McKinley. Public school kids were all about individuality and doing their best to stick out and right now, he knew that they would be the talk of the school after this. Hunter walked Rachel over to her locker and got a peek inside, noticing the glittery stars inside and chuckling to himself at her cuteness.
When they got outside, there were still students staring and many even looked confused. Maybe no one expected a goody-goody like Miss Rachel Berry to be dating a so-called “bad boy"? When the both of them strapped their helmets on, Hunter thought about Rachel’s little joke. He imagined her wearing a bright pink helmet, bedazzled with a gold star. The image made him chuckle. “I think getting you a customized helmet could be arranged,” he told her as he mounted his bike and waited for her to do the same before he started up the engine. “First things first, we're getting something to eat-- I'm starving.” As he revved the engine loudly, it roaring and echoing throughout the parking lot, many students and even faculty took notice and watched the couple leave the premises.
Hunter already had the entire evening planned out in his head. On their first date, she'd gotten just a glimpse when they'd gone to stargaze. Today was going to be about showing Rachel more of his world. More of the real Hunter Clarington. But first, food. Their first stop was a nice little vegan diner where they could grab a quick bite to eat. He remembered from their first date that the girl had mentioned she was a vegetarian and wanted to take her someplace where she could choose from a full menu. The drive didn’t take more than a half-hour even when he took the scenic route. When they pulled up and dismounted the bike, Hunter made sure to keep close to Rachel, a protective arm around her frame.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel chuckled when Hunter agreed to a personalized helmet. “Great, I would like a nice sized, golden, sparkly ‘R’ right on the back.” She requested with a nose crinkle as she took her spot on his motorcycle and they took off out of McKinley High’s parking lot. She held onto him tightly as they drove out of town. She lived in the moment and relished in the feeling of the bike rumbling beneath them, her chest pressed tightly against his back as she tightened her arms around him. With a smile on her face, she leaned her cheek against his back, humming happily as she watched the beautiful view pass them by. She hadn’t felt this happy in a long time-- if ever.
As Hunter came to a stop in front of a dining establishment she’d never been to before, she got off the bike with him, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around her-- she liked how he always wanted her close. It certainly wasn’t a bad thing. As they got closer to the diner and she saw the name, she realized she recognized it as one of the few vegan places in the area- one she’d wanted to try for a while. A silly grin pulled at the corners of her mouth as she looked up at him. He remembered she was a vegetarian. The butterflies in her stomach flitted around excitedly as they made their way into the diner. “You remembered,” was all she said, wanting him to know that it touched her, she saw it-- she saw him being sweet and thoughtful and she appreciated it. It was the first time someone she had dated had really listened to her. She felt heard and it was impressive considering her being a vegetarian was something she had just briefly mentioned in the middle of their date. It was just another thing that made him Hunter- another thing that made her feel that much more for him. Another reason she needed to be careful before she fell in too deep.
Hunter Clarington:
“Well, yeah,” was all Hunter replied when Rachel voiced her appreciation for him remembering about her dietary habits. He looked at her like remembering such a fact should’ve come naturally to anyone who’d been on a date with her. “You mentioned it so of course I’d remember.” Hunter didn’t think he’d really put much thought into it; he just knew if he’d been a vegetarian, he’d might want to eat someplace where there were more than only a few things he could choose from. The diner was a casual setting-- much different from their first date where they sat down in a classy little restaurant. He made it a point to mention that they couldn’t linger for very long at the diner; they were there only to eat because Hunter had their next destination in mind like a target in his crosshairs. “I hate to rush us but we have to get there before six tonight,” he apologized, checking the time on his phone as he quickly finished his food. He looked apologetic because he was probably ruining the mood but he wanted to make this date worth it and it wouldn’t be if they were even a little bit late.
“I promise it’ll be great,” he assured her when they eventually got back onto the road after eating. “I discovered this place when I was driving one day after-school and I wanted to show you. I thought about how much you liked it that night we went to the park and that you might like this too.” Hunter was purposefully being vague, not wanting to reveal exactly where they were going.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel knew that it was probably a silly thing to feel so thankful for, but when it came to her diet and her beliefs, no one but her family ever really seemed to care that much. She felt so happy throughout their dinner that she didn’t even mind that they were kind of in a rush, just excited to do whatever it was Hunter had in store for them. She didn’t mind that he hurried them through dinner-- finding it sweet that he had someplace specific in mind to take her, appreciating the thought he’d put into this date yet again.
After they finished dinner and she thanked him for paying, they hopped on his motorcycle again and took off. She enjoyed more of the scenery around them as they winded through the Ohio backroads, smiling to herself as she held onto him tight. She was thinking of the night ahead and where they would end up-- she was questioning herself and what she wanted. Rachel wanted Hunter and she wanted him bad. With every moment they spent together the want became more of a need. She’d been at war with herself ever since Sebastian’s Halloween party-- does she give in to what she wants? Or does she keep a promise to herself that she’s tried so hard to keep through her teenage years?
It was an ongoing thing in her mind and it was exhausting her.
Having zoned out a little bit, Rachel was surprised when they came to a stop. Looking around to to see where they were, she didn’t recognize where they were at all, chuckling softly as she got off the bike, taking the helmet off and running her fingers through her hair. “I’m confused,” She shook her head. “Where are we?”
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter grinned to himself as they zoomed through the backroads and soon they’d made their way out of Lima. It was mostly farmland as far as the eye could see and that was to be expected since they were in Ohio, after all. Because he couldn’t see Rachel’s facial expression, he hoped that she was enjoying the ride as much as he. From the way she held onto him as they drove down the roads, he could only assume she was loving every moment of it. When they got closer to their destination, Hunter slowed down and looked toward the western horizon. When he saw that they still had a bit of time before sunset, he was satisfied.
He stopped at the side of the road, seemingly nothing in sight besides the wide span of farmland and well… more farmland. “I promise you’ll like it,” he told Rachel when he took his helmet off and dug into his bike’s side compartment to produce a modest-sized blanket. Taking her hand into his own, interlacing their fingers as he led them up a hill. Sat atop the hill was a large oak tree, its autumn colors just beginning to appear through its green leaves. He spread the blanket under the tree and pointed out towards the horizon. “Ohio is like Hicksville, U.S.A, but it’s got some really gorgeous sunsets if you know where to look.” He smiled at Rachel then as he gestured for her to take a seat. When they were both seated next to each other, he grinned at her again. “Not nearly as gorgeous as you, though.”
Rachel Berry:
Rachel smiled to herself as Hunter took her hand in his, biting her lip. She liked that he was the one to initiate hand-holding. It meant something to her and it was just one of the many small things he did that made her fall a little harder towards falling for him for real. Another one of those things was the fact that he brought her to watch the sunset. She didn’t know if he was truly trying hard to make her fall for him or if he was just that good. Not needing any convincing, she happily took a seat next to him on the blanket. She looked at him as he complimented her, a light blushing painting her cheeks to match the colors that the sky was turning. “Hunter, I-” She shook her head, giggling softly as she wrapped her arm around his, scooting closer.
The brunette leaned her head against his shoulder as she took in the view, the way the orange sky barely lit the farmland below, the cows and horses grazing in the twilight before making their way to their stables and barns to sleep. Her grin grew as she took a deep breath of the autumn air. “I don’t even know what to say.” She lifter her head to rest her chin on his shoulder, looking at him. “This is probably the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Rachel said honestly, looking at him fondly, giggling. “You’re scoring major charm points here.”
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter knew exactly what he was doing to Rachel and knew that all he had to do was lay down the charm and she was like putty in his hands. It was a huge boost to his ego every single time he managed to make her speechless or paint a blush across her cheeks. When Rachel mentioned him scoring charm points, he busted out laughing. Everytime she made him laugh, it made him that much happier. His chest felt fit to bursting with a pure happiness every moment he spent in Rachel’s very presence. “Well, I’m glad you like it. I mean, I knew you would but still,” he chuckled, turning his head to smile at her. He brought his arm around her and pulled him closer against his body, holding himself up with his free arm.
The sky grew a bolder and brighter orange as the sun continued its descent, and Hunter sighed contentedly. In that moment it felt like no one else existed but the two of them. He was reminded of the way he felt on their first date-- reminded of the way that Rachel always seemed to make him feel. They watched as the sky evolved through an array of different colors as sunset slowly became twilight. It made him think about how his little “thing” with Rachel had evolved from a little flirtation and one silly kiss into something much more meaningful. Rachel meant a great deal to him.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel loved the way it felt when Hunter pulled her closer, she liked that it felt like they could never be close enough when they were together. She leaned into him as they watched the sky, sighing happily as she thought of the guy next to her, barely paying attention to the sunset anymore as the glowing orb sunk lower behind the earth. After a few moments of silence, she looked at him again, her eyelashes fanning down across her cheeks as she glanced down, shaking her head. There were a lot of things running through her mind but nothing that she could express in a proper sentence. So she forgot the words and she leaned up to where their faces were on the same level.
At first she only pressed her lips against his for a gentle kiss, one of pure sweetness. But then she kissed him again and she kissed him in a slower manner, using the kiss to relay the things she was feeling as her lips moved almost agonizingly slow, moving closer to him as her forehead wrinkled. That usual spark that came with kissing Hunter ignited a fire in her stomach, burning a bit hotter this particular time. The kiss was slow and hot, her feelings for him very evident from how gentle it was despite the intensity.
Hunter Clarington:
When sunset was over and the sky grew darker as the stars started to peek out, Hunter turned to look at Rachel. Before he could say anything to her, she had kissed him. Pleasantly surprised, Hunter’s eyes fluttered shut and he smiled into her first kiss. He loved how soft her lips were and how she tasted faintly of vanilla regardless of whatever she ate or drank beforehand. When she moved into kiss him a second time, Hunter wrapped his arms around her and hummed softly against her lips. His brow furrowed as he followed her lead, his lips parting slightly as she deepened the kiss and suddenly he felt a certain craving for the girl. Not sexual or physical, but… something. Hunter couldn’t remember a time when anyone kissed him like this.
Hunter understood what he meant to Rachel. He was aware that he held all of the power and ability to break her heart into a million pieces. The amount of trust she put into him was a lot-- enough for him to understand the seriousness of their relationship. When they finally broke away from the kiss to take a breath of air, Hunter found himself feeling a bit breathless. His face was flushed and hot, and he almost felt dazed as he opened his eyes to look at Rachel. “... Wow,” he couldn’t help but to laugh, smiling bashfully. He couldn’t find much else to say as he raked a hand through his hair and licked his lips. He could still feel the kiss lingering, making his face red hot.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel’s kiss had effectively taken their breath away and she shared his same bashful smile, giggling softly as she glanced down, biting hard on her lip as her cheeks flushed deep red. “Yeah, wow.” She agreed, bringing her knees up to her chest, running her hands over her face before looking at him again. “Oh, Hunter Clarington, what are you doing to me?” Her voice was soft and wrapped in a chuckle as she leaned in to steal one more kiss.
She felt addicted to Hunter in a way-- she craved him just the same as he craved her. In that unexplainable way that no one could ever find the words for, and in every other way possible. He made it very easy for her to lose herself and just drown in him. She was so close to the edge that she was certain that drowning in him would be exactly what she did that night. She stole a couple more kisses from him, just the same as before, slow and hot, and before they knew it the sun was pretty much completely gone. A dark blue blanket covered them and the stars sparkled above.
Rachel happily followed Hunter back to his bike, holding his hand and staying close to him as they made their way back down the hill. She floated on cloud nine all the way to Westerville, sitting a little closer to him and holding on a little tighter, the feeling of their kisses still burning her lips.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter almost didn’t want to move from his spot on that blanket with Rachel. He wanted to stay with her there and it just be the two of them and night sky, the rest of the world forgotten. But Hunter had made a promise to take her swimming and he was going to keep his promise. He reluctantly led her back to his bike all the while holding her hand, a growing tension between them that had been very different from the other times they’d spent together. At least it felt different to the man.
They made their way back to Westerville and Hunter knew the route like the back of his hand. With the sun gone, the air had become chilly but he had Rachel’s kiss and her arms wrapped around his torso keeping him arm. He felt her body press up against his back and it made him smile like an idiot. When they arrived back in Westerville and pulled up into the Dalton Academy parking lot, it was already past the time when the staff enforced all boys be back in their dorms. Hunter was careful to keep his motorcycle to a dull purr as he parked it and led Rachel inside. “C’mon; I don’t want us to get caught,” he whispered to her as they maneuvered through the school and made their way to the swimming pool. Hunter knew of an entrance that would be unlocked and at this hour, no one had any reason to go swimming so it would be easy to go by undetected.
“I’m guessing you didn’t bring a swimsuit in that little purse of yours?” He asked with a coy smile when they arrived at the pool. He already knew the answer and knew an entire change or clothes or even a swimsuit wouldn’t have fit in her bag. Hunter started getting undressed, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it fall to the ground. “I’ll swim in my underwear if it’ll make you feel better,” he assured her, undoing the buckle of his jeans before letting them pool around his ankles and stepping out of them.
Rachel Berry:
Sneaking into Dalton after hours to swim and to spend the night with Hunter made Rachel feel so bad and it felt so good. She liked that Hunter brought out the side of her that was fearless and willing to do things she wanted without being afraid. She wasn’t afraid when she was with him-- she didn’t feel like she needed to be. It felt like nothing bad could happen and even if it did, she could face whatever it was because Hunter was there with her. He made her feel weak and strong all at the same time.
Rachel felt like an idiot when they got to the pool and she realized she had not prepared for their date as much as she’d originally thought-- she completely forgot to get the bag she packed that was still lying on the floor in her room. Therefore, she had no swimsuit. Great. She blushed, almost embarrassed as Hunter began to undress. “Hunter-- I can’t..” She giggled softly, covering her face with her hands for a moment before peeking through to take a nice, good look at the man in front of her. Sure, they were still teenagers by definition, but Hunter was a man and his body was gorgeous. Gorgeous enough to make her heart skip a beat, sending signals through her body, her entire body. It didn’t take too much more convincing before the shorter was kicking off her shoes. “Okay, okay.” She figured being in her bra and panties wasn’t much different than the bikini she’d packed. “You think you’re just so good because you actually got me in my underwear on this date, huh?” She teased, unbuttoning her shorts to pull them down along with her tights. A little nervous, she pulled her sweater up and over her head, revealing her dark, navy colored matching bra and panties set, hot pink lace acting as an outline to both.
Rachel bit down on her bottom lip as she looked to Hunter, giggling softly once more, shaking her head. “Last one in has to buy breakfast in the morning.” She said with a cute nose crinkle before running and jumping into the pool with a splash.
Hunter Clarington:
When Hunter was stripped down to just his black boxer briefs, he chuckled when Rachel initially covered her face as to not look at him. It was cute how one girl could be so adventurous and sexy but then be so innocent and adorable at the same time. “I'd like to think I've won yet again, yes,” he said with a smirk on his face. As he watched Rachel undress, he watched her with hungry, invading eyes. He could feel himself practically salivating and he had to swallow thickly when she had stripped down to just her underwear. Hunter was no fool-- he knew what a matching bra and panties meant on a date. He knew what she probably had in mind when she chose to wear those today of all days.
Before he could say anything more, Rachel was already jumping into the pool. Hunter supposed he should be grateful for the water being there to cool him off-- just watching Rachel undress already had him hot and bothered. Diving into the pool after her with a laugh, he swam over to her and smiled brightly. “The water feels great, right?” he asked her as he floated nearby. “I love the way the water feels. It’s so relaxing.”
Rachel Berry:
Rachel giggled softly as Hunter swam up to her as she floated easily, treading the water beneath her. She couldn’t help but smile back at him when he flashed her his bright grin, shaking her head. “It feels wonderful.” She agreed. “You must love the way it feels if you chose the swim team over lacrosse-- which is probably a good thing considering their team.” She chuckled softly, shaking her head. She was thankful that Sebastian and Hunter hadn’t been on every team together.
Taking a deep breath, Rachel closed her eyes and went under the water to relish in the feeling for a moment before coming back up and wiping under her eyes to rid of any mascara that might’ve been running. Swimming over to the wall of the pool so she could hang on the edge and slowly kick her legs under the water, she looked at her date, smiling at him and shaking her head. She thought about the moments that led up to this one, the one where he was in a pool, at night, in her underwear, with a boy. She chuckled softly as she glanced down, feeling giddy with a warmth that she’s surprised didn’t cause steam in the cool water. “So, Hunter,” She began, thinking of their previous conversations about him being dangerous, a thought that always followed those of her falling for him. “You mentioned me needing to know what I was getting into, claiming skeletons in your closet.” Rachel grinned a little at him, shrugging slightly. “Enlighten me, tell me about those skeletons. I told you, you don't scare me. Let me prove it.” Her voice was soft as she bit her lip.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter casually swam around Rachel, watching as she dipped herself into the pool to enjoy the temperature and overall feeling it gave her. He shared the same feeling as he swam over to her to rest alongside the edge, both dripping and wet. He thought she looked gorgeous like this. He’d laughed at her comment about not being on the lacrosse team; he could only imagine the drama that would’ve stemmed there and the grief he avoided by choosing swim team instead.
When she asked him about the skeletons in his closet, Hunter wasn’t sure how to answer. He regretted ever mentioning such things to her. With pursed lips, he thought of how he would even begin. “Well, I think there’s still some skeletons from when we decorated for Halloween if you want me to go look for one.” Apparently Hunter wanted to start with a lame joke, hoping to deter Rachel from the subject if even a little bit. When she didn’t budge and gave him a pointed look, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. I think you’ve already gotten the idea that things at home aren’t too great for me,” he confessed, avoiding eye contact with her. “Y’know I haven’t had a room at home to call my own since I was ten years old? When my family moved, they didn’t bother setting up a room for me so they just have a guest bedroom now.” Hunter spoke with an amused smile on his face but his voice came out bitter and upset. He shook his head at how incredulous it sounded saying the fact out loud and he laughed coldly.
Before Rachel could approach him to comfort him, he let himself sink in the water and submerged himself. When he came up for air, he wiped his face and slicked back his hair. “My family thinks I’m some model student whose only focus is schoolwork and the military. I put up this front with them but they don’t know anything about me, really. I guess I should be grateful, though; they pay for my everything as long as I keep my grades up and stay out of trouble.”
Rachel Berry:
Rachel was sad to hear that her suspicions had been confirmed about Hunter not having a great home life. She chewed on her lip as she listened to him, glad to see that he was so willing to at least share something with her. The urge to comfort him was halted by him dipping into the water, she took the cue and held off for a moment and she let him finish his story.
“Well,” She started when he was finished, reaching for his hand. “I'm sorry to hear I was right about your family.” She said sincerely as she gently tugged on his arm to bring him closer to her. “I hoped I wasn't. But, you know, your family-- it's their loss.” She said softly, her big brown eyes looking up into his as she pressed her back against the wall again, letting her legs slip around his waist, placing her hands on his chest. “It's going to take more than an unhappy home life to scare me away, Hunt.” She whispered to him.
Hunter Clarington:
When Rachel reached out for him, Hunter eagerly brought her closer and let her rest her almost naked body against his own as he clung to the edge of the wall. It was a slight relief to know that Rachel still accepted him for who he was but his parents were just the tip of the iceberg. He didn't want to get into the detail that if his family found out about their relationship, they would strongly disapprove. “Are you sure it's okay, though? I mean, I know your family is important to you and you spoke so fondly of spending Thanksgiving with them all-- I just don't want you to have any expectations for, well, anything.”
Hunter knew that he was probably getting a little ahead of himself here since he and Rachel weren't even official but he didn't want to continue seeing a girl that would one day want to meet his parents. “If you really think that you'll be okay with that, then I'm all for us to continue doing,” he gestured between the two of them, “whatever this is.” With the cool water swirling around them, Hunter could feel Rachel’s heat radiating from her body. He rested his forehead against hers, their lips mere centimeters apart. “And I really want to keep doing whatever this is with you.”
Rachel Berry:
Rachel rolled her eyes a little bit, slipping her arms around Hunter’s neck, a smile pulled at her lips as she rested her forehead against his. “I don't want to stop doing this either.” Shrugging her shoulders, she crinkled her nose. “We don't need to have Thanksgiving with your family, or any family functions. I'm already becoming very protective of you so I don't want to get in a cat fight with your mom.” She teased him to slightly lighten the mood.
“You can't help your family situation-- it isn't a deal breaker.” She assured him, looking him in the eye. “Like I said, it'll take a lot more than a tough family life to scare me away.” She smiled at him sweetly, she tightened her legs around his waist to hold him even closer, her back tight against the pool wall. “You are a really great guy. And I want you.” Her voice was very soft. “Whatever it takes or whatever it means.” Rachel shook her head, feeling the heat in her stomach warm her entire body. Their close proximity was a bit overwhelming despite the seriousness of their conversation. She made sure he was looking into her eyes before she repeated her words wrapped in a quiet whisper for only him to hear.
“I want you, Hunt.”
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter listened as Rachel spoke, clinging to every word. He chuckled softly when she teased him about getting into a catfight with his mom. Although he was sure the encounter would be much uglier than Rachel was making it out to be, it still made him laugh and he was once again reminded of the way that Rachel always seemed to make him feel-- happy. “I like that you don't scare easy,” he told her, breathing her in.
With the two of them pressed against the wall, Hunter listened carefully as Rachel dropped her voice and spoke in a whisper. The words echoed in his ears first before the girl repeated herself. I want you. His ears were ringing and he almost became dizzy from the arousal alone. He brought his hand up to cup the side of her face and pressed her against the wall as he kissed her with a good amount of force. Rachel was just too irresistible. “I want you-- God, I want you so fucking bad, Rach.” He told her after he broke their kiss. He could feel his insides swirling and bundling up into something unexplainable-- something that went beyond his primal, sexual desire for Rachel.
He pursed his lips before he offered her his invitation, “Do you wanna get outta here? Come back to my room?”
Rachel Berry:
Rachel's insides sparked when Hunter kissed her so hard, thankful that she was being held up between the wall and Hunter or else she might've sunk to the bottom of the pool. She was drowning in Hunter and she liked it. She welcomed it. The way he cursed and said her name was enough to draw a soft noise from her, arousing her further.
Her brown eyes fluttered open when their kiss came to an end and with a wrinkle settled in her forehead, all Rachel did was nod. She didn't even recognize herself as she told him yes-- he did things to her that were unexplainable and she couldn't easily resist. He made her question everything- about everything and herself.
She kissed him needily once before pushing him off her gently so they could exit the pool. She grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf that held clean towels for the swim team, wrapping herself in it and grabbing her clothes and shoes before taking Hunter’s hand and letting him lead her to his room. She knew at any moment if she decided she wasn't comfortable, she could tell him no and he would absolutely back off and they would be okay.
That fact made her want him that much more.
Hunter Clarington:
As soon as Rachel gave him the green light, Hunter got out of the pool as quickly as possible. He made sure he was holding onto her hand tightly as they made their way to the dorms. It was very late and no one else was roaming the halls at this hour. Even with a towel wrapped around him, he was dripping wet and tracked it all the way back to his room but he didn't care. The walk back to his room felt infinitely too long and his heart was pounding in his chest the entire way there.
This was it. This was happening.
He pulled her into his room and was thankful that his roommate had agreed to spend the night at his friend’s. Hunter and Rachel had the room all to themselves. As soon as they were inside, Hunter closed and locked the door. He all but pounced on Rachel, grabby hands pulling the towel off if her and he pulled her into a hungry kiss as they staggered toward the bed. Hunter fell onto the bed first, pulling Rachel on top of him. They were both still wet from being in the pool but Hunter didn't care right now. He kissed her eagerly and he groped her, a hand squeezing her perky ass.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel couldn't help but giggle, covering her mouth as they attempted to quietly make their way to his room. She didn't care that they were leaving a trail either, she didn't care about anything in that moment. All she cared about was her pounding heart and her desire for Hunter building the closer they got to the other’s dorm.
She giggled again when Hunter eagerly kissed her and threw her towel away-- he wanted her. He wanted her. She had never felt so beautiful or sexy or wanted, ever. Rachel loved the way Hunter made her feel and she couldn't get enough, she was addicted to his kiss, his touch. She wanted more.
Letting Hunter pull her down to the bed, she moved to straddle him, placing her hands on his chest and kissing him with purpose- hot and heavy. When she felt his hand on her butt she squeaked softly before humming against his lips. She loved how he touched her-- even when he grabbed her ass it was still almost gentle in a way. Biting his lip, she let her hips roll down ever so slightly to feel some friction, growing more needy and aroused by the minute.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter hummed against her lips and as Rachel rolled her hips down, he pushed his hips up to meet her movements. He let out a quiet groan at the pressure then, his cock growing hard, very quickly. He let his hands explore Rachel's body as he kissed her again and again, his fingers expertly undoing the latch of her bra. He pulled it off of her and pulled back from their heated kisses to look up at her. With the dimmed lights in the room, she looked absolutely gorgeous and Hunter felt his arousal peak. With a gentle hand, he reached out and touched her, his thumb grazing over an erect nipple. “You're so hot, Rach,” he whispered to her, watching her reaction and her facial expression carefully. Hunter was acutely aware that Rachel was a virgin, through and through, and wanted to take his time with her. He wanted this to be something special and especially memorable.
With Rachel straddling him, Hunter had both hands grabbing at her tits, kneading them in a way that he knew she would like. He bit his lip as he watched her, feeling himself getting even harder under her weight.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel sat up when she felt Hunter undoing her bra, letting him take it off, dragging her hands down his chest. She bit her lip as she ran her hand through her brunette hair to flip it to one side, a slight blush on her cheeks. This was new territory for her-- she'd never been naked in front of someone before and it was a big deal. A small gasp fell from her parted lips as Hunter touched her, chills rising on her skin.
Her eyes fell closed as she relished in the feeling of the Warbler’s hands on her, a soft whine crawling from the back of her throat, her panties were no longer wet just from the pool. “Mmm.” She hummed, licking her lips as she rolled her hips again. She needed to feel the friction- she ached to be touched. Leaning down again, Rachel captured Hunter’s lips in another heated kiss.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter moaned into the kiss and even though he already felt like he needed release lest he explode right there on the spot, he had something in mind that he wanted to do with Rachel-- for Rachel. He gently pushed her back and guided her to lie down on the bed. He hovered over her and kissed her passionately, his strong arms holding him up. “I wanna make you feel good,” he murmured into her ear as he kissed down her neck, peppering a trail of kisses down her chest and her stomach as he lowered himself on the bed. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her wet underwear, looking up to her face to see her reaction as he pulled them off. It was intoxicating to watch her every move, every erotic expression. Seeing every little touch affect her in such a big way really turned him on.
With Rachel now completely naked and exposed, Hunter felt he should do the same to at least not leave her feeling so alone. He quickly shucked off his boxer briefs and tossed them to the other side of the room to be forgotten. He coaxed her to spread her legs and bit his lip when he got a look at her virgin pussy. He slipped a finger between her pussy lips and almost gasped at how wet he’d found her. “Fuck, babe…” he whispered, a single digit circling her clitoris. As always, he watched carefully to gauge her reaction. He wanted to take things slow-- for her.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel’s back arched ever so slightly as Hunter whispered to her and kissed down her neck, her entire body burning with a warmth that only came with being with Hunter. She kept her eyes on him as he kissed down her body, leaving trails of fire underneath her skin with every kiss, biting on her lip harder as he tugged at her panties. She let him undress her, complying when he wanted her legs to spread. She spread them easily, more than willing to let Hunter touch her. She was far beyond turning back by then-- the need for Hunter much stronger than any voice the might’ve been in her head any other night.
She could feel her heart pounding hard against her chest and her breath becoming shaky as Hunter touched her, a gasp caught in her throat when he touched her clit, causing her to squirm under him. The pet name rolling off his lips and the sound of his low voice cursing just turned her on more, causing her to become even wetter. She noticed the way Hunter looked at her-- she thought it was sweet of him to keep an eye on her, making sure she was okay. Nodding her head once, she licked her lips again. “I’m okay, Hunter, I promise.” She said almost breathlessly as she craved more from him. “Please.” She begged, moving against his finger to coax him into more.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter knew that he was the only other person to have been granted access to even see Rachel like this, let alone touch her. It was breathtaking to see the girl so willing to give him her everything in this moment.
When she gave him the go-ahead, something changed in the man’s expression as he slipped his index finger deep into her velvety wetness. She was so hot-- figuratively and literally-- and Hunter could feel his cock throbbing, wishing it could take his finger’s place. He experimented by rotating his finger inside of her at first, loving the way she squirmed because of his touch. She was so wet and it made the slide all the more easier. When she ground her hips down to intensify the feeling, Hunter added another finger and pushed in even deeper. He crooked his fingers inside of her, waiting for any indication from Rachel that he’d found her G-spot.
Rachel Berry:
With one of Hunter’s fingers inside of her, Rachel whimpered softly, the feeling was new and she liked it and needed more-- but when he pushed a second digit into her she whined, sultry and low as she moved against his motions. It felt so good. “Hunter,” she whimpered softly before she felt the taller crook his fingers and she gasped loudly.
As Hunter hit that sweet spot she gripped the bedding below and spread her legs a bit more, her back arching deeper as she squirmed. “Oh, Hunt.” She full-on moaned the nickname the other claimed to not like as she moved down against him to feel that feeling again. She needed more, more, more. “Harder.”
Hunter Clarington:
When Rachel squeaked and moaned out to him, a devious smile made its way onto Hunter’s lips. He repeated the same motion again and again, following Rachel's instructions to do it harder. With his free hand he groped at her tit again, massaging and kneading it to add to her pleasure. He loved the way that Rachel's tits seemed to fit perfectly in his hand-- like they were made for specifically him to touch and do as he pleased.
He continued to press little imaginary circles against that coveted sweet spot, urging for her to climax. “C'mon, babe, want you to come for me,” he coaxed, looking down at her and looking her in the eye. “Come for me, Rach.”
Rachel Berry:
Rachel's brown eyes fell to meet Hunter’s as he fingered her harder, her breath heavy as she moved her body against him, the muscles in her abs contracting with every movement, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat as she got closer to the edge.
She obviously knew what an orgasm felt like- she'd taken care of herself many times. Most times lately with Hunter in mind. But she hadn't felt one rush at her so fast before-- it was almost as if Hunter was too good. Her insides twisted when he coaxed her to come for him, her name coming out of his mouth was enough to push her over the edge and her body shook. Her eyes screwed shut and her back arched off the bed completely as she whined loudly, clenching around his fingers as her orgasm hit her. Panting Hunter’s name as she ground her hips down, desperately riding her orgasm.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter was very pleased with himself for making her come so strongly from just his fingers alone. His fingers coated with a slick wetness, he pulled them out of her once she'd come down from her orgasm. He sucked the juices off of each of his digits, relishing in the taste as he looked down at her trying to catch her breath. He wasn't done with her yet.
“That's my girl-- coming so well for me,” he praised. His voice was quiet and soft but there was a certain darkness in his tone-- possessive and powerful. He grinned at her as he licked his lips, running his hands up and down her naked thighs before spreading them as wide as he could and ducking his head down. He plunged face-first into her open cunt, his tongue flickering the hard little button peeking out under her mound. When he felt her hips jerking and grinding down against him, he only moaned and continued his ministrations.
Rachel Berry:
A shiver ran up Rachel’s spine at the way Hunter spoke to her- she loved it. She loved how he wanted her to feel like she belonged to him- she liked feeling like she belonged to him. So far she wasn't having any regrets about her choices.
She barely had time to catch her breath before Hunter was spreading her legs again and settling himself between them. Biting her lip hard, her body trembled and jerked as he licked her- her body still sensitive from her first orgasm. Gasping quietly as she felt the vibrations from his moan against her, their conversation before flashing through her mind as he talked about eating her out- she figured he'd be good since he'd had experience before but she didn't know he'd be so good.
A slight insecurity that she might not be as good as whatever girl he had been with before popped up in the back of her mind but it was quickly washed away with the wave of pleasure that came with the way Hunter's tongue worked against her, her skin burning from the way his hands felt on her body. Her forehead wrinkled deeply as she ground down against his face, the sensitivity subsiding finally. “Hunter..” All she could manage to say was his name, but she wanted him to know she felt so good.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter licked and slurped at the abundant wetness; his hands exploring and touching Rachel wherever he could reach. With his large hands on her body, she felt smaller somehow. It was almost like she was this precious, fragile thing that he didn't want to break. But at the same time he wanted nothing more but to break her until she came undone-- a trembling, feverish, mess who couldn't come anymore. He traced the letters of the alphabet against her wet sex, repeating the ones that made her moan over and over again. He spelled out little words, her name, his name-- all with his tongue.
Hearing his name fall from her lips in such a desperate, wanton voice turned him on. He wanted her to keep saying his name over and over again and he didn't care if anyone heard them or not. What probably turned him on the most was that he was the first person to see her and touch her this way. Rachel was a virgin and had never let another soul come anywhere near her like this. He looked up at her to the best of his ability from his position, memorizing exactly how she looked. If going down on her hadn't already made him rock hard, watching her reaction certainly would have. His cock was damn near throbbing and seeking some much needed relief; Rachel was not the only one desperate for more. He hummed once more against her cunt, the vibrations of his tongue and mouth on her pushing her closer to the edge once more.
Rachel Berry:
As Hunter continued to lick her over and over, Rachel moved against his motions to meet them, it all felt so overwhelming. Almost as if it was too much and not enough at the same time. She could already feel her second orgasm rushing towards her at full speed as Hunter was seemingly reciting the alphabet with his tongue against her clit- certain letters making her moan louder and deeper than others.
With her back arching yet again, Rachel reached down to tangle her fingers in Hunter’s hair, tugging on it as she gripped the sheets tightly with her free hand- her toes curling under as her body shook with another orgasm. It was even more intense this time around and her eyes rolled back into her head, her hand pulling at his hair as she came for him again.
Rachel whined Hunter’s name over and over again, throwing Hunt in there a few times as well, her words mixed with a series or loud whimpers and moans-- even a mumbled profanity crawled its way out of her mouth. Had she not been so drunk off of her orgasm and Hunter in general she might've been embarrassed by it- but considering she way lying there under him naked, her body covered in sweat, dripping wet and orgasming in front of him, she was beyond being embarrassed about anything.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter ate Rachel through her orgasm, gratefully licking up and swallowing down her sweet juices. He pushed himself back up off of the bed, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. He climbed his way back up to meet her face-to-face, looking down at her completely debauched expression. “Fuck, Rach; you're too fucking hot.” He lowered himself to kiss her needily, the taste of her lips mixing with her juices and he moaned at how dirty it all was. “I love the way you say my name,” he admitted, squaring his hips with hers before he rolled them down for his hard cock to brush up against her body. He let out a shuddering breath, the mere touch alone enough to send a thrill up his spine.
“Wanna be inside of you-- wanna feel you,” he told her, looking into her eyes. He was bordering on desperate for her after making her come twice already when he hadn't yet. He reached over to his nightstand to procure a condom. He ripped through the wrapper with his teeth and straddling the girl, he slipped it onto his cock with ease. “How do you want me?” He asked, multiple possible positions flashing through his head. He stroked his cock slightly to alleviate some of the pressure that had built up. “I promise to go slow,” he assured her, aware that this was a big step Rachel was taking as a woman. He was eager but not selfishly so. “... wanna make you feel good.”
Rachel Berry:
Rachel clung to Hunter when he came up to kiss her, kissing him back with desperation as she wrapped her arms around him and hummed against his lips. She loved the way he spoke to her, the way he kissed her, the way he touched her. The things she felt-- she knew this wasn't just some random sexual act for him. She knew she meant something to him and she could feel it.
Her brown eyes fluttered open to watch Hunter as he reached for a condom and suddenly things felt real. She was really about to do this- she was going to give Hunter everything. She was breaking her promise to herself that she'd kept for years. And yet, she couldn't find anywhere inside of her that rejected it.
Licking her lips, her breath finally calming into soft but heavier than normal breaths, she looked up at him and took in the sight for the first time. Hunter was gorgeous. His body was near perfect and she noted the freckles sprinkled across his soft skin, making plans to kiss them sometime in the near future. Biting her lip as her eyes trailed down to watch Hunter effortlessly roll the condom onto his erection, Rachel's arousal already began to return. She wasn't finished, either, and she wanted more. Shaking her head as he asked her where she wanted him and promised he'd go slow, she felt warmth in her heart that he cared so much for her. With a small smile on her lips, she leaned up to pull him closer, kissing him slow and hot. Spreading her legs for him once more, her voice was soft and low. “However you want me. Just want you to take me, Hunt.”
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter had kept his eyes on Rachel when he listened to her answer, witnessing the certainty and determination exuding from her entire being. He saw the way she looked at him with such desire that he knew there was no turning back. With a gentle smile, he lowered himself to capture her in one more kiss. “Just like this, then,” he decided, shifting onto the bed. He spread her legs so that his body rested between them, nothing but the thin rubber separating themselves from each other. Pushing back from behind Rachel’s thigh, he spread her as widely as possible as he positioned his cock at her entrance. He was so big and she was so small; for a moment he was worried he wouldn't fit but by God he was willing to try his best.
Holding the base of his cock, the blunt tip rested right at Rachel’s wet, dripping entrance. He hoped that he had prepped her and made her come enough that she could accommodate him. With a firm hand on her leg giving her a little squeeze, he locked eyes with Rachel as an unspoken warning that this was it. He entered her slowly, biting down on his lip as he showed as much restraint as physically possible. As he pushed in, all he could think was tight, tight, tiiiight. He felt Rachel clenching hungrily around him, trying her best to take him in. When he couldn't push in any further, he let out a rough exhale and looked down at her. He let his body drape over hers, holding himself up and hovering over her. It was a simple missionary position but this was Rachel’s first time and they could save the more adventurous positions for another time. Tonight was about taking it slow. “Okay?” he asked, his fingers just barely brushing against her cheek. He really wanted to start moving but he knew he was a lot to take in at once and Rachel was more important to his desire to get off.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel bit down hard on her lip when she felt Hunter’s erection pressing against her entrance. This was it, no turning back now. With her forehead wrinkled, she looked up at Hunter as he began to push into her, the intrusion causing her eyes to close. She was surprised that it didn't really hurt at all, she was thankful for the amount of foreplay Hunter cared to do before they got to this point. He took care of her and that meant everything to her.
Her lips parted and she gasped as she felt him deep inside of her, a whine falling from her mouth. “Oh my god.” When Hunter let himself down on her she immediately clung to him, letting her legs hook on his hips. She clung to him so tightly that her back came up off the bed slightly and she moved down to attempt to take him deeper, wanting more. It felt so good to be filled with Hunter. She felt so connected to him and once again she felt completely overwhelmed with the things she was feeling mentally, emotionally and physically.
When Hunter paused to make sure she was okay, Rachel nodded her head, her breath shaking, body trembling. “Y-yes. I'm okay. Feels really good, Hunt.” She whispered against his ears. “So good.”
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter smiled when Rachel ensured that she was doing okay despite her shaky breath or the fact that there was deep wrinkle between her brows. He rubbed his hand up and down her sides affectionately. When Rachel dug her heels into his back, he leaned in and it caused his cock to delve even deeper into her. “I'm gonna move; just tell me if it's too much for you.” Hunter warned and he started moving, slowly. At first he pulled out until only the head of his cock was still buried, then he rolled his hips back down and sunk himself back into her. The action overwhelmed him with pleasure and he shut his eyes as he repeated the motion.
Again. And again. And again.
Soon, Hunter had built up to a steady rhythm, and he could feel his body tensing up. His muscles rippled as he found it more and more difficult to reel himself back in, his fingers digging into Rachel's hips as he bucked into her. Each thrust was harder than the last until the rhythm began to tumble into an erratic mess. He panted out short, heavy breaths and he could feel sweat beading along his brow and his back.
Rachel Berry:
As he pulled out and buried himself deeper inside of her, Rachel clung harder and harder to Hunter, her nails digging into his back as she clenched around him. The amount of pleasure was intensified by the closeness of their bodies, the feeling of their skin touching and not being able to tell where she began and he ended was almost enough for her to orgasm again right then and there.
Placing one of her hands on the back of Hunter’s neck, she pushed their faces together to kiss him desperately, biting on his bottom lip as a deep groan made its way out of the back of her throat. She kept her hand on the Warbler’s neck to keep their foreheads pressed together, sharing each other’s hot breath as they panted harder with every movement. “Hunt, Hunter.” She whined his name for the hundredth time that night. She continued to whine his name, her voice only loud enough for them to hear but the more she repeated his name, the louder she got as she felt her third orgasm of the night threatening to hit.
Hunter Clarington:
Rachel's hands clinging to him and her nails digging into his back left a delicious pain that he would later crave once more. They both moved in tandem with one another that it almost felt like they were melting into each other. He was certain by the end of the night he would be addicted to the way she said his name. He knew he couldn't keep up the charade that he disliked that nickname because when she said it, it drove him wild.
Hunter felt his climax fast approaching and as Rachel pulled him in for a messy, charged kiss, he recognized when his body exceeded the point of no return. “Rach… G-gonna come,” he gasped against her lips as she held them together, his hips now bucking wildly into her. His entire body flexed and with an especially forceful thrust into her, he was coming. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chanted as he moved erratically, riding out his orgasm and his spend spilled into the condom. He felt like his insides were on fire and every last bit of him was being poured out and into Rachel.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel moved her hips against Hunter’s desperately, as she moaned and whimpered against his mouth, panting harder as he gasped her name. Before she knew it her orgasm hit her so hard she almost blacked out- throwing her head back and moaning about loudly as she came all around him. Her orgasm hitting her harder than the first two. Keeping herself clenched around him as his orgasm hit, wanting him to ride it out in the most pleasurable way possible. Her brown eyes fluttered as she fell back onto the bed, her back arched once more as he pounded into her.
Her body trembled harshly as they began to slow, the pleasure almost being too much for her to handle. As she let herself finally completely rest against the bed she was panting hard, soft whimpers and whines escaping her as she was still high off of the intense orgasm she'd just experienced. “Hunter.” She whined, a wrinkle in her forehead and a chuckle on her lips. “Holy moly.”
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter was relieved when Rachel came with him, his entire body feeling like jelly as he came down from his high. He almost fell limp on top of the girl but he managed to muster up enough upper body strength to slowly lower himself onto her, chest heaving with heavy breaths. He'd become flaccid but was still inside of her, unmoving as he tried to catch his breath. He chuckled at her words; he shared the same sentiment. “Holy moly is right,” he said between pants.
Watching Rachel come multiple times tonight because of him had left him somewhat dazed. After a few moments of them holding each other, Hunter slowly and gingerly slipped out of Rachel. He hissed at the touch, now too sensitive for anything as he pulled the used condom off and carefully tied it off before slinging it into the nearby wastebasket. He fell back down on the bed but not before grabbing his blankets and covered the two of them. He laid down next to Rachel and turned to face her, kissing her even though they were both still feeling the effects of their orgasms. He hummed contentedly into her mouth, his whole body thrumming with happiness.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel didn't hesitate to cuddle close to Hunter when he covered them up, feeling particularly clingy after having had such an incredible sexual experience. She kissed him back slowly and lovingly, her hand on his side- pulling him as close as possible. She felt so much in that moment for the guy in front of her that it would've probably scared her if she wasn't in such a daze from said feelings and the orgasms.
She kissed Hunter again, slower, with more feeling before she finally broke it to look up at him, placing her hands on his chest. Rachel couldn't stop a big grin from spreading across her face, glancing down briefly and chuckling again. “Hunter, that was-” She shook her head, almost at a loss for words. “More perfect that I could've dreamed.
Hunter Clarington:
Rachel’s slow kisses and toothy grin made Hunter smile up at her despite his tiredness. He chuckled lowly and gave her a smug look, his ego properly inflated. “I'm glad you liked it so much. I'll gladly do it again for you-- anytime you want it.” He waggled his eyebrows at her then, running his hand up and down her naked back. “We could even do it in the morning if you really wanted-- I'm great in the morning.” Despite his casual demeanor, Hunter looked at Rachel and touched her with care and comfort. He meant every last word.
They were still naked together and Hunter didn't mind at all. In fact, he was glad to see that even after everything, Rachel hadn't shied away or regretted anything that happened. He really wanted to keep seeing Rachel and being with her like this. He felt like he could definitely get used to having her naked in his bed. Or maybe even him being naked in her bed.
He looked up at her and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He couldn't wipe that stupid grin off of his face when he saw how happy she was. How happy that he made her.
Rachel Berry:
Rachel chuckled softly as Hunter suggested that they could have a replay in the morning. Raising her eyebrows, she let her thumb caress his chest slowly, brushing over one his freckles, smiling softly. “I think I need a break- but I'll let you know in the morning.” She said with another soft chuckle, wincing softly as she moved to tangle her naked legs with his, a dull pain in her pelvic area.
As Hunter looked at her with his own dumb grin, it made her giggle softly, looking down bashfully with a blush on her cheeks. She loved the way he looked at her, no one had ever looked at her that way before. Not even Finn.
“You really like me, don't you?” She asked softly, her eyes meeting his.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter laughed softly again when Rachel insisted she might need a break. It was understandable considering this was her first time ever and it certainly must've hurt. He just hoped that the pleasure outlasted whatever pain she may have sustained. When she tangled their legs together, Hunter wrapped an arm around Rachel's slender figure and pulled her closer still.
He gazed into her eyes with a gentle stare and when asked that question, he smiled bashfully. No one else was there in the room except the two of them. There was nothing for him to hide for any reason whatsoever.
“Yeah, I do. I like you a lot.”
Rachel Berry:
Her smile widened when Hunter confirmed that he did, in fact, like her- not only that, but he liked her a lot. Those words caused the butterflies to dust off the ashes from her earlier fiery arousal and flutter around in her stomach. If she were being honest with everyone in the room she would admit that she was falling for Hunter and falling hard.
But she wasn't stupid and she knew better than to tell him that. So she just smiled sweetly at him before kissing him just as sweet, whispering against his lips, “That makes me happy.”
Hunter Clarington:
It was obvious to Hunter that his words made Rachel very happy. He liked making her happy. It was nice to feel wanted and to be trusted in such an intimate way. Smiling into the kiss, he held her close and let out another contented breath of air.
“You make me happy,” he whispered back to her, pressing another soft kiss to her lips. He liked being honest and open; it made everything seem so simple and easy.
Rachel Berry:
“Oof,” She breathed when Hunter said those words, her heart skipping a beat, giggling softly. Her face felt so warm and she was certain he blush on her cheeks was permanent by now. She melted into his embrace as he held her closer, their bodies still warm from all of their activity.
Rachel managed to snuggle even closer to her guy as she hugged against him, nuzzling her face into his neck to breathe him in-- his scent was her new favorite. “Hunter, what are you doing to me?” She repeated her word from earlier in the night, shaking her head. “You’re too sweet-- too good to me.” Rachel pressed her lips against the crook of his neck, sighing happily. “No guy has ever treated me so well-- my ex-boyfriend forgot many times that I was a vegetarian.” Memories of when she dated Finn flashed through her mind and she shook her head, leaning her elbow onto the bed, resting her head against her hand. “When he would take me out or make me dinner it would always be meat-- every time I reminded him and every time he’d be like ‘oh, that’s right, you’re kind of a vegetarian aren't you? Oh well, this it’s already dead, why not eat it?’ It would make me so mad and I would feel so alone and just-- not heard.” She said, looking at him, smiling a little. “But not you, I mentioned it half-a-time and you remembered and cared enough to take me to an all-vegetarian diner. You take care of me. I don’t...really know how to react to that.” Rachel said honestly as she shrugged her shoulder. “You really make me feel special.”
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter mirrored Rachel when she laughed, also grinning ear-to-ear and chuckling with her. He had been aware of the effect he’d had on the girl since the first time they’d gone out-- maybe even before then at the Halloween party or even when they first met face-to-face in the McKinley High School auditorium. It was always nice to be paid compliments and he feigned modesty when Rachel called him sweet. As the girl opened up about her ex-boyfriend not remembering the fact that she was a vegetarian, he scrunched his brows together and gave her a look of disbelief. He didn’t understand how someone who was dating her could just completely forget that fact. For Hunter, it was an opportunity to show the girl that he was superior to her ex in as many ways possible.
“You are special,” he told her, placing his hand over hers. He took ahold of her hand and laced their fingers together as he looked into her eyes. “And I think a girl as special as yourself deserves to be treated in the best way possible-- like the queen that you are.” He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. He shrugged then, the next words he thought to say making him a little flustered even before saying them, “I like taking care of you.”
Rachel Berry:
Rachel’s heart almost completely stopped when Hunter kissed her hand, she felt dizzy from the way he was making her feel. For the hundredth time that night she was completely overwhelmed. She had no more words for them that would be deemed acceptable for a second date. She was falling in love with Hunter already and she knew it was fast even for her-- she wouldn’t tell a soul.
“I like that you think I’m special.” She whispered, cuddling closer and letting herself nuzzling into the crook of his neck again, her brown eyes becoming heavy with sleep as her body was finally completely relaxed. She tightened her legs around Hunter’s as a yawn slipped from her lips. “I think you’re special, too.” Rachel’s voice was soft as she spoke to him. “You’re a really good man.” Pressing a kiss to the other’s neck, she settled in that spot comfortably, she was absolutely spent-- so much so that she couldn’t be bothered to care that she would most likely feel insecure about being naked in the morning. In that moment she just felt too comfortable all cuddled up with Hunter, skin on skin, to care.
Hunter Clarington:
Hunter listened as Rachel spoke to him, every word keeping him warm down to the core of his entire being. He held onto her and looked down at her tired face, smiling to himself when she closed her eyes. It meant a lot to him that she thought he was a good person in spite of how their relationship started and all of the rumors and gossip that had been spoken about him. He was well-aware that some of Rachel’s friends didn’t exactly approve of him. He wholly appreciated that she took the time and the effort to look beyond that and make her own decisions when it came to him.
Watching as Rachel slowly drifted off to sleep, Hunter pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the girl’s head. He loved that she fit so perfectly lying all cuddled up next to him and he felt absolutely comfortable and at ease. He found himself yawning as well and he shut his eyes. The last thing he remembered thinking before he fell asleep was that he, too, might just be falling for Rachel as well.
