AN: So I've been spending a lot of time on Tumblr. A. Lot. And I've met some really awesome ladies who've given me some really awesome ideas :). Both of these came about from their dirty, dirty minds. I am merely the messenger :).

Scruff and Glasses

He was twenty-six when he learned that he was near-sighted and needed to start wearing glasses. He opted for contacts instead because, really, who looks good in glasses? But he got a pair of glasses too. They looked kind of vintage with thicker plastic at the tops and metal wrapped around the bottom of the lenses, and he almost never wears them because it was just easier to throw his contacts in and go.

And that worked just fine for him until one day he woke up with five minutes to get to work because he had overslept, and Rachel wasn't home to wake him up since she was visiting her grandmother in New Jersey.

He jumped out of bed in such a rush that he ended up having to throw on his glasses and skip the shave he desperately needed. She had been gone for three days and in that time he hadn't shaved once because, well, who didn't not shave when their wife wasn't home?

:.:.:

She walked into their apartment to see what could be classified as a disaster zone. Leave him alone for three days and he reverted to his college ways. She checked her watch and sighed. It was only 2:30 and Finn's school didn't let the teacher leave until 4:00, working in the commute she figured it would be another two hours before she saw her husband. Rachel sighed resigning herself to cleaning the apartment. She put her iPod into the dock they had in their kitchen and began to practice some of the songs for her new musical as she picked up pizza crusts and clothing from various places around their home.

She had just finished vacuuming when she spun in a wide circle and tumbled into something very large, and very firm. She looked up to see Finn in his glasses with an almost-beard.

Holy mother of a—how in God's name could she find him even more attractive?

Her voice caught in her throat as she continued to stare at him. In lieu of words, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth stroking the coarse hair on his cheek. "Welcome home, babe," he muttered a she pulled away.

She merely took his hand and began to lead him to their bedroom. Rachel had her own ideas on how this reunion should go and most of them involved Finn wearing his glasses as he fucked her senseless. He really didn't wear them enough. And combined with the almost-beard her panties were already getting a little wet.

If he decided to look this sexy on the day she came home, then it was her prerogative to have sex with him. After all, it had been three very long, very sexless days apart.

She didn't even bother to close the door as she pushed him down on the bed and took her top off. Her skirt quickly following before she straddled him and began to kiss at his neck. "I really missed you." She began to tug at his shirt, ripping it out of his pants and tugging at the buttons until it came off—more or less in one piece.

"Whoa there! What's gotten into you, Rach?" He grabbed her shoulders to steady her before she could start to kiss him again.

"It's those damn glasses," she panted, "And the—the scruff. You have no idea what you're doing to me right now."

Finn nearly smirked at his sexually-frustrated wife, but then decided that this could be a lot of fun. "So," he said huskily, "is there anything I can do to help?"

Rachel nodded rather vigorously. "You know exactly what will help."

:.:.:

Picking her up off his lap he spun around so that she was lying in the middle of their large bed, her hair fanned out around her like a halo. He began to kiss and nibble at her collarbone leaving small marks on her delicate skin. "Fii-iiinnnn," her breath hitched on his name as she moaned. Apparently he was doing something right.

His hand snaked behind her back to undo her bra clasp just as hers began to make their way down to the front of his work slacks. She stroked him through the khaki material a little before expertly undoing his belt buckle and shoving both his pants and boxer-briefs down his legs her feet coming up to pull them the rest of the way off.

He looked down at her flushed chest before slowly lowering his mouth to one breast.

:.:.:

The sight of him in his glasses was doing things to her mind. Naughty, dirty things. But when he lowered his head to her breast every thought left her mind. Fuck. His scruff gently pulled at her sensitive nipple as he attached his mouth to her breast. His hand began to play with the other one as she writhed beneath him consumed with the sensations he was creating within her.

God she wanted him to fuck her. Hard and fast and dirty. But also loving and sweet. Or, you know—now. Any of the above would work at this point.

She moved her hands down her body quickly removing her panties before pressing her heels into his back. She grabbed his cock gently stroking it before bringing him to her entrance. "Enough, foreplay," she muttered as he continued to pleasure her breasts with his tongue and scruff.

This was the best reunion sex ever. Ever. "Whatever you say, babe." He thrust into her then fast and deep giving her only a few moments to adjust to his girth before pumping in a second time.

She almost came the moment he thrust into her. And she was so close. He kept up the pace driving her insane with lust as he looked down as her through the frames of those glasses.

Her hands grabbed at his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as she pulled him closer to her. She kissed him reveling in the feel of his scruff against her delicate skin. Rachel began to whimper into his mouth as her orgasm overtook her. Her hands left his shoulders to take purchase in his hair as she pulled away from him mouth to softly bite where the scruff started at his neck.

:.:.:

He grunted as he felt her walls begin to flutter milking him of his own orgasm. They came undone together, and he sighed as he slowly pulled out of her hating the feeling of loss that it gave him. Rolling over onto his back he turned his head to face his flushed and panting wife. She grinned at him.
"This winter you're growing a full beard. And then going down on me. 'Kay babe?" Now that was something he could work with.

AN: I so went there. This is for Stacy and Soni. Stacy because was her birthday, and Soni because I love her, and she asked for it :)