put it on a mountaintop, [ seth + rachel ]

[seth hall]

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I probably shouldn't have jumped to the rash conclusion that Rachel even wanted me to be that friend. I didn't know why I immediately shut down my laptop, pulled on pants, and darted out to my truck. I didn't know why I thought that she meant that she wanted me to come over, to make that drive from Akron to Lima at nine at night to be her shoulder to cry on. I didn't really mind. I would do a lot to go see her, and if she needed someone then there was absolutely no reason as to why that person shouldn't be me. I was perfectly useful. Had a pretty comfy shoulder, too, if I did say so myself. And if she didn't want me to come over, she wouldn't have sent me a text message containing her address, as I requested. That simple vibrating of my cell phone was the only thing I needed to hear before I put the key in the ignition and started that half an hour trek to Lima.

I didn't really look spectacular, but I was a guy so I guess that didn't matter. My hair was pretty ruffled up, but that was usually the case. I mean, there was no point in doing anything more than brushing it, even if it did look messy. I was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a black t-shirt, something I threw on in my rush to leave. She wasn't going to be concentrating on my clothes, anyways. No, she'd probably only care about being comforted. I'd cuddle with her awhile and let her talk and fall asleep knowing that someone was there for her, even if I was craving something much, much more. I mean, not only did I like her, but she had been talking about being in a bath robe and --

Oh God. What if she was still only wearing the bath robe?

My mind fluttered off to that little Seth land and I thought about what would happen if we were laying there and her robe came a bit undone. My God. Well, at least I'd get a bit of a show, something to numb the pain while I held her as she cried over stupid men. She wouldn't have any problems if she were with me. I'd treat her right. She wouldn't shed a tear, she'd never feel alone. I'd take her out on dates and put her as my number one priority, something I was sure Jesse St. Douche would never do for her.

My mind was reeling, and that made it harder for me to find her road. It was nearing ten o'clock when I finally pulled into her driveway, biting my lip. I wondered, briefly, how things would go. Maybe I could help her realize that he wasn't worth it. With a sigh, I advanced towards the door and knocked on it, waiting impatiently.

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[rachel berry]

*- HELLO, I LOVE YOU
won't you tell me your name?

<sup>I was infuriated. Why couldn't Jesse keep his smutty, dirty hands off of all the girls in Vocal Adrenaline. Or at least off of Emily Jordan. She was such a whore. I slammed my laptop shut when Seth said he was coming round and I stood up, untying my robe and slipping it off. No, I wasn't going to answer the door naked, it was just because my dads weren't home so I had no one to hide from. My name wasn't Emily (or Andrea Cohen, for that matter. I didn't like her either). I was so full of hate, the look wasn't good on me. I opened my underwear drawer and pulled out a lace bra (it was pink, but still), and a matching set of panties. It was that or about fifty pairs of ones with gold stars on (I had kind of a thing about them). I looked at myself in my mirror, biting my lip slightly. I was usually pretty confident in myself but as I looked at my nearly-naked reflection I suddenly felt so much more self-conscious. Turning to my wardrobe I sighed. I needed something that would look appealing, but yet still look casual.

The Wicked t-shirt I had gotten from the Broadway show was a size too small but at least it would put emphasis on my chest. Noah had happened to mention that was something that wasn't one of my best features. Just because I wasn't Megan Fox, gosh. Feeling the fury rise inside of myself I bit my tongue and pulled the top on, finding a pair of pink shorts and pulling them on. I had just rubbed lotion on myself so I was positively glowing (and also shimmering slightly, I felt sort of like something out of Twilight). Seth didn't like Twilight. Oh gosh, what if he turned me down? I couldn't take that. Not after Jesse. I was so heart-broken. Wiping the corners of my eyes I brushed my hair, which was pretty much dry by now, and applied some mascara and lip gloss. Minimal of course, I had learnt from the 'sad clown hooker' incident. Just as I was finishing applying the make-up to my lips, someone knocked at the door and I dashed down the stairs, stopping with grace at the doorstep and opening it, smiling when I saw Seth. "Hey. Come on, I'm upstairs. It's creepy down here." I said with my best, sweetest smile and took his hand, shutting the door behind him and pulling him gently yet firmly up the stairs into my room. Once he was inside I looked around awkwardly and twirled my hair round my finger. I bit my bottom lip gently and looked up at him through my lashes, fluttering them a little. I knew how to flirt at the best of times. I raised an eyebrow a little and then put my hand on his chest gently, caressing it slightly. "Was it cold outside? Poor thing. You know, you really didn't have to come over. I was just being pathetic. Jesse doesn't get how miserable he makes me. And gosh, without a boyfriend. I get so.. so.. sexually.. frustrated." It was a cheap shot, but it was actually pretty true. I liked to be touched just as much as any girl did. Without a boyfriend that was all down to me. And of course, Jesse never felt that way. Because he had Emily and the bitches from Vocal Adrenaline to hand it him whenever he wanted it. I bit down on my lip again to keep myself from doing something unattractive like growling or whining.
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[seth hall]

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I jumped as the door opened, and my first reaction was disappointment that she had changed out of her bathrobe. When I got a closer look, the disappointment faded some. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a rather tight t-shirt, and as she grabbed my wrist and led me upstairs, I shamelessly turned my attention down to her legs. She wasn't kidding when she said she put lotion on; it certainly grabbed my attention and I was finding it hard to look away. She was beautiful, captivating, and at the moment just so completely sexy that I wasn't really sure how I was going to be able to handle this whole night without kissing her.

I slipped my shoes off right before we entered into her room and I took a moment to glance around, grinning gently. It was cute, just like she was. Adorable, even. My attention turned back down to her when I felt her hand on my chest, rubbing it softly, and my heart rate sped up. The way she was looking at me... Oh, God, it was hard to control myself. She bit her lip and my gaze flitted down to the pink skin, staring at it uncomfortably. How the hell was I supposed to --

Oh.

As she spoke, and the last words left her mouth, I knew what her motive was. I was naive, sure, but I wasn't enough so that I wouldn't be able to tell that I was being seduced. I mean, for once I was actually positive that I wasn't just imagining it. The way she was touching me, the way she pressed the words 'sexually frustrated' -- she called me over so I could take care of that. A fleeting ray of hope left me hoping that maybe, just maybe this meant she wanted me. That maybe she'd choose me in the end, and this was just her way of making sure I'd be able to satisfy her needs.

And then another part of me feared that this was just to satisfy. That there would be no more of this, that there would be one night of passion for her own benefit and then we'd go back to the calm friendship we had before. Or, she would, at the very least. But I hoped Rachel wasn't like that. I hoped I'd be able to trust that she'd want me, want something more. I didn't know how far this would go, but I knew I couldn't resist whatever she wanted. Not when she was looking at me like that.

I considered, for a moment, being a gentleman. Talking it out with her or taking it slow. But I realized that the way she was acting showed that she didn't want any of that. I was going to have to work for her. So without further ado... My hands rested on her waist and I pressed her up against the nearest bare space of wall, my fingers gently caressing her side as I looked down at her. After a few seconds I leaned down, my lips crashing against hers passionately, taking a step closer so our bodies were pressed up against each other. I really wished I knew how far she wanted to go -- that would have made the mystery of where to put my hands a lot easier to solve.

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[rachel berry]

*- HELLO, I LOVE YOU
won't you tell me your name?

<sup>I shouldn't have been surprised when he kissed me, I had been flirting a hell of a lot. But still, when he pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips to mine I gasped slightly, not entirely sure what to do. I looked up at him for a few moments, watching him with a slight fascination. I wondered what his motives were for being so soon to come here. For kissing me first, rather than the other way round. Usually I was the one to make the first move with Finn, and when I was with Jesse I could usually sense when he wanted to kiss me. He might have been spontaneous and romantic but I had been on the same wavelength and I learnt to know him so intimately that with the slightest change in emotion or smallest gesture, I would know what he was thinking. Seth, however, was harder to grasp. He was my friend, so of course I had been naive enough to assume he didn't want anything to do with me, in that sense at least. I just wanted to feel wanted. I wanted to feel like Santana and Brittany. They were beautiful and sexy and I was Rachel Berry, queen of knee socks and sweater vests, the girl who got slushied at least once a week, egged by her ex boyfriend. I didn't know whether what I was doing with Seth was wrong, or good. It wasn't me, however. I didn't have casual sex. I'd never even had sex before! But maybe that was where I was going wrong. Maybe being me wasn't good enough.

But I was still a little worried he was only doing this because my shirt was too tight and my legs were on show. "Seth. Wh-what are you doing?" I asked him, pushing his face away a little and looking up into his eyes. Screw it. I didn't need to be told I was beautiful or amazing or anything. The biggest compliments I got were 'you're cool' from Finn and 'you're hot' from Jacob (who else?). So before he could begin to regret kissing me I moved my hand to his cheek and my other to his shoulder, reaching up (I was too short) and pressing my lips bag against him, kissing him back with the sudden hunger and need I felt. Of course, it wasn't violent. I didn't have an aggressive bone in my body. It still retained that charm and innocence I had perfected and cultivated over the years. After a few moments I pulled away slightly and took his hand again, leading him over to my bed. I hoped he wouldn't take this too suggestively, in case he thought I was just going to throw my legs open for him and lose my virginity in a heat of the moment thing. No, my chastity would be in tact when he left here, I would make sure of it. I liked him, I really did, but it wasn't something I was just going to give away without a second thought, like some cheap hooker or like, well, like Quinn Fabray. I felt bad for thinking such thoughts, but it was true. She had been seduced by Noah, of all people, and had ended up losing her boyfriend, her parents and her reputation. Still, I was completely down with making out with him, and I wanted him to know that after I had acted so shocked when he had made the first move.

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[seth hall]

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When she pulled away and spoke, I began to panic. Certainly that had been what she wanted… Right? She’d rubbed my chest, she looked at me like she wanted me and she had said the words ‘sexual frustration’. In my experience, all of that screamed attempted seduction. But she asked what I was doing, and my face turned a bright crimson. I didn’t know if I looked shocked or horrified or disappointed, but I knew it wasn’t the apathy I’d tried to achieve when I looked down at her. What was I supposed to say? Of course she didn’t want me to kiss her. That was stupid of me to assume. I was me and she wasn’t into that sort of thing. She went from Finn Hudson the jock to Jesse St. Douche the Glee Clubber and I was just… Me. I was nothing special. When she looked at me, she didn’t see potential or good looks. All she saw was lame.

I retracted my hands sheepishly, shoving them into my pockets was I looked away from her. Then, I felt her lips again. I was, at first, certain that the reconnect of the kiss was just for pity. For the duration of that impression, I did not kiss back. I couldn’t; she didn’t mean a thing. She hadn’t wanted me to do it in the first place and she probably just felt bad after seeing the look in my eyes. Of course, she wouldn’t be pulling me towards her bed out of pity. That was too far. Maybe she’d just been taken aback by my forwardness. Or maybe she hadn’t intended for it to happen, but after it did she realized she didn’t want it to stop. I realized, then, that I couldn’t complain. Rachel Berry was pulling me to her bed, and I would be crazy to stop it.

I began to kiss her back again, though I kept it slow, as though I were afraid she’d pull away again. I felt the bed against the back of my legs and I slowly lowered down onto it, my hands once again finding her waist. I decided to allow her to decide where to sit -- I was feeling pretty self conscious at this point -- and instead ran my tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entrance. I didn’t want to seem eager, but I didn’t know if I’d ever get this opportunity again. I wanted to make the most of it before she decided she didn’t want to do this anymore, before she remembered who I was. Remembered that I wasn’t who she’d ever want.

I couldn’t fool myself.

But then again, maybe she could, eventually, fool me.

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[rachel berry]

*- HELLO, I LOVE YOU
won't you tell me your name?

<sup>He had pulled away and suddenly all I could hear was the pulse that was thudding in my ears. My eyes darted from side to side at first, trying to find out what was wrong, but then he kissed me back again. Maybe he did it because there was nothing else to do. It would be awkward to talk to him about guy troubles if he had a crush on me (which I was half-sure he did). He wouldn't want to hear me moaning, or at least, not in that context. Or maybe he did it because all the girls at Carmel were whores and he didn't like that in girls. But surely what I was doing probably seemed about as attractive to him as a dog. I had no sex appeal, it seemed, I'd been told that you had to dress in short dresses and wear no underwear if you wanted to look 'sexy' to a guy. I was wearing a t-shirt from Wicked that said 'Defying Gravity' on the front and a list of the tour dates on the back, and a pair of shorts that I usually used to exercise with. I was so confused right now. But he was kissing me back, so that was good, right? He had made the first move, not me (despite my obvious flirting). Trying my best to be satisfied with not knowing his motives, I hoped by leading him to my bed would uncover them. He was so different to other guys. He didn't seem interested in sex. Maybe he was like Gregory Larkin from the Mirror Has Two Faces. Why was I so sure that all the guys wanted to have sex with me? Only Jesse had brought it up and he clearly wasn't a virgin.

But I was. And sex was a huge deal for me. I really wanted it but that was because I was a teenager. If I lost my virginity in a meaningless fling I might regret it for the rest of my life. I wanted to be in love. I wanted it to be special and romantic. But I was just going to make out with Seth. He didn't want any more, and even if he did I'd be able to stop him before he tried. When he sat down on the edge of the bed, I smiled slightly, looking past him and considering where to sit. I could tell he didn't do this as often as Jesse and Noah, and neither did I, so it would be a little awkward. But I didn't mind. I just wanted someone to hold me and appreciate me. I positioned myself on his lap for lack of a better place, my legs straddling him (trust me, it was much easier with shorts on than it was with a skirt). I put my hands on his shoulders gently, kissing him back as he kissed me. It was gentle and tender at first, and what with the faint music on in the background and the way his hands were positioned softly on my waist, it felt so nice. It felt slow, and not pressured. Plus, I was in a position of power. I wasn't trapped down by him, and I could feel when he was getting too turned on (literally). Everything was going smoothly. I felt his tongue run across my lip and my back tensed slightly. It had been so long. I relaxed into the kiss, smiling a little before opening my mouth ever so slightly at first, my tongue brushing past his as I did so. It felt good, just to be kissing someone again. My left hand clenched on his shoulder, my fingers digging in a little. I couldn't help it. I needed something to channel my excitement into. I hoped I wasn't hurting him. My right hand was stroking his neck as I kissed him, brushing along his jaw and then running back to feel his collarbone through his shirt. I wondered what it would feel like without the material beneath my fingertips.

words; 676 w/o code
notes; sorry mine are so long, rachel has a lot on her mind xD how heated is this going to get? :3
music; dancing through life - wicked
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[seth hall]

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I made a decision, right then and there, that if it was sex she was after, she wasn’t going to get it. I’d make out with her, sure. If she wanted to mess around, I was all for that. I would be crazy to refuse to touch Rachel Berry if that’s what she wanted, but I didn’t want to go further than that. I was a virgin and I didn’t want to change that on a whimsical make out session. I didn’t know whether this would be it, but a nagging voice in the back of my mind told me that it would be. She’d never given any previous indication that she had any interest in me. Finn Hudson, sure. Jesse St. Douche, obviously. But me? No, nice guys never win. I had to deal with that. She was mad over Jesse going off and doing whatever on earth he did with other girls and I was being used for revenge. But there was something about her charm that kept me from coming to complete terms with that. A woman’s charm, I supposed, mixed with her Rachel-ness; her lips were so soft, and she tasted so sweet, and she was achieving that blessed combination of sexy and adorable that could make a guy go wild.

When she sat on my lap, I growled with pleasure, deepening the kiss. One of my hands dared to travel down, fingers grazing over her thigh before returning up to her back. Both of my arms wrapped tight around her, then, and I pulled her against me, craving to feel her body molded to mine. I was trying my hardest to keep all notices of my arousal unnoticeable, and I was doing a pretty decent job. I wasn’t that horny, at least not yet, but I’d hate for things to go awkward if she knew the effect this was having on me. My lips broke away from hers so that I could catch a breath, but I hardly missed a beat. I trailed kisses along her jaw line, pausing at her right ear to give it special attention. I moved down to her neck, then, finding a sensitive place to focus on, my tongue darting out to run along the exposed skin. My mind was foggy, and my heart was thudding so loudly that I could hardly hear myself think -- well, I wouldn't have been able to if I could think at all. She really did know how to drive me crazy. I wanted her. I couldn't have her, but God, I wanted her.

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WORDS 442. sorry, sexual posts aren't very... long for me, aha. D:
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[rachel berry]

*- HELLO, I LOVE YOU
won't you tell me your name?

<sup>I smiled slightly when he growled. I had no idea if he was angry at me, but I was hoping it was because he was enjoying it. Something about having a guy like me made me more confident about myself. It reassured me that I wasn't a nerdy theatre geek, or at least, not a stereotypical one. People usually pictured girls with too many spots and bad breath, and I liked to defy stereotypes. Labels just signified how pathetic people in high school could be. Not liking someone because they don't fall into your clique was ridiculous, but I'd proven I was a social butterfly. I'd date two of the biggest jocks in the school, and here I was making out with a guy, who was decent looking and a complete angel. Those last words made me feel a little guilty however. I felt like I was leading him on. I'd never meant to hurt him, I actually thought he would enjoy this. And I needed something to take my mind off of Jesse, so it was win win for both of us. His hand fell on my thigh for a few seconds and I pulled away from his lips, casting a glance down at it and smiling a little. All previous fears that he didn't want me, that I wasn't pretty enough, that guys didn't like me, suddenly vanished. When he pulled me closer I looked back up, kissing him again and then tilting my head back slightly as his lips moved away from mine and began to travel downwards.

I really, really enjoyed guys kissing my neck. I wasn't sure why it felt so good to me, maybe it was just a sensitive part of me. It's close to my vocal cords, so it makes sense. I moved my hands to the back of his head, running my fingers in his hair and feeling them tighten around the strands. He was treating me too good, and as amazing as it felt, it made the guilt from earlier return. I ran my other hand along his jaw, putting two fingers under his chin and pushing it gently up to make him look at me. I smiled sweetly at him, resting my forehead against his and just took a few moments to look into his eyes. Then, trying not to be too forceful, I put my hands on his shoulder and pushed him back so he was lying down on my bed and I was on top of him. It was a position I was so much more used to. I was still looking into his eyes as I tucked my hair behind my ears, because I knew otherwise it'd just fall in my face and make it horrendous for me to see anything. Then, closing my eyes again, I pressed my lips back against his, my hands either side of his head. Although I was still on top, and therefore the more dominant in this situation, I felt like I needed him to guide me and show me how far he wanted to go, what to do and what he liked.

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music; on my own - glee
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[seth hall]

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Perhaps it was the heat of the moment, but when Rachel tilted my head up to look so sweetly into my eyes, I fell. Not… Literally, because that would have been embarrassing and I didn’t want to deal with that, but metaphorically. And not.. Metaphorically falling onto the ground either, because that was just a stupid metaphor and it didn’t make sense, but falling for her. Perhaps that was cheesier and it would have been better if I’d just keeled over in an over dramatic fashion. She liked drama, didn’t she? More than she liked me, that was for sure. But, somehow, I figured that wouldn’t go over well. Anyways, all ADD thoughts aside, I seemed to get lost in her eyes and at that moment, I knew the emotional blow would be so much greater when this was all set and done. She was so beautiful, so sexy and her actions only enhanced it all. Then again, I figured that those were her intentions -- but no matter. It was working, and that small, quick moment was enough to erupt butterflies within the pit of my stomach and my heart skipped a beat. I watched her intently as she pushed me back delicately onto the bed. This was enough to arouse me further, and I felt my jeans tighten considerably. I hoped she didn’t feel it. That would be embarrassing, and yet, how could she miss it? I was so bloody horny now.

I slowly slid a hand through her hair as she kissed me again, and my other arm looped around her waist, holding her securely. I decided to test my boundaries a bit, my right hand moving down to rest on her behind. It lingered for a moment before I gave it a squeeze, then migrated north again. My thumb brushed over the side of her breast and I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth. Slowly, I pulled away, brushing my lips slowly over her skin until they reached her ear. “Rachel,” I whispered softly, “You’re so beautiful.” I felt it needed to be said; this wasn’t just making out. Or, it wasn’t to me; I was sure it hardly meant a thing to her. How could it? I trailed butterfly kisses down her jaw line and finally I reached her neck again. I kissed her passionately and, with a grunt, pulled her down flat on top of me. I didn’t care that she could feel me, anymore. I needed to feel her. I sucked on a spot on her neck, grunting pleasurably against her skin, and then in one fair swoop, I shifted so I was on top of her. My tongue paid special attention to her collar bone, and my hand moved back down to give her thigh a squeeze.

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[rachel berry]

*- HELLO, I LOVE YOU
won't you tell me your name?

I felt the growing bulge in his pants between my legs and I didn't quite know how to react. I was flattered, overall, that I could have such and effect on a guy. But I was also worried that that would be all it would take to get him set on having sex with me. He didn't seem like a forceful guy, and I felt safe with him. He had his arms around me and it felt like he was protecting me from something, I just wasn't sure what it was. Jesse? Finn? My heart ached slightly when I thought of them and I kissed him harder than I had before, trying to take my mind off of my ex-boyfriends. I could feel his hand move from my waist and I pulled my lips away when it came to rest on my backside, inhaling sharply when he squeezed it. I didn't usually let guys touch me there, or on my breast, but I was a mess today. And it did feel quite good. His lips moved across my cheek to my ear and then I bit my lip hard when he said that. I could feel myself blushing terribly and I gripped the bed covers with embarrassment. "Th-thank you." I finally managed to whisper, although my breath was short and my voice shaky. There was some sort of significance in the word beautiful though. It was different to pretty or hot. It was important. I'd never really been called it before.

Then, he pulled me closer than I had been before and I could definitely feel him through his jeans. He wanted this, so much. Or at least, he was very convincing in wanting it. He began to kiss and suck at my neck and I felt my eyes rolling back with pleasure, my fingers still gripping at the comforter that lay across my bed to keep myself from making a noise, but to no avail. I moaned when he kissed my neck, and then turned so he was on top of me. His mouth had moved lower now, and his hand was caressing my thigh. I had no idea what to do, my mind was such a blur. All I could hear was my breathing, heavy and laboured and my pulse thudding in my ear. I moved my hands inside the back of his shirt, but it felt like I had no control over them. They were listening to my growing desire and taking over. I pulled his shirt off swiftly and dropped it on my bed, my fingertips tracing patterns over his spine. I had only ever gotten this heated with Jesse, but we usually gave up and ended up cuddling and watching Barbra Streisand with him being satisfied with having a hand on my thigh. I felt so inexperienced, so inadequate. I was going to have a mark on my neck tomorrow, I knew that. And I was scared people would ask questions, point fingers. I felt like a slut. I felt awful. And at the same time, I felt so.. so good.

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music; home - glee
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