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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Rachel_Berry/Noah_Puckerman
  Character:
      Rachel_Berry, Noah_Puckerman, Santana_Lopez
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time
  Collections:
      SmuckleberryWeek_-_An_outpouring_of_Rachel/Puck_love
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      Published: 2012-06-17 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 25578
****** If at First You Don't Succeed (Let Someone Else Try Again) ******
by msred
Summary
     "Umm, do you think, maybe, he was doing it wrong?"
     "Fuck yeah he was doing it wrong!"
     "Santana! Lower your voice!" ~ Rachel has a problem. Santana proposes
     a solution.
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Ok, so, what's it like?" A few of the newest glee club members crowded around
Santana as one of them spoke quietly, almost desperately. "I mean, what should
we, you know, expect?"
Half the club was spread haphazardly throughout the seats of the auditorium as
the other half worked with Mike on stage. One of their numbers for sectionals
was a mash-up that was split among the group, and Santana had ended up on what
she referred to as the A-team. Seriously, she and Rachel on the same side?
Talent overload. It almost wasn't fair to their classmates. Especially since
the other group had ended up with Finn and Lauren. The A-team had been on stage
for a total of five minutes, long enough for Brittany and Mike to teach them
the new steps they had just added into the routine then run through it once,
almost perfectly. The other group (she hadn't even bothered to give them a
name) had been up there for an hour, and they weren't even past the first
eight-count. Santana got bored quickly, so she was happy for the welcome
distraction that the freshmen provided. Especially since that distraction came
in the form of them basically worshipping her.
Santana turned her head slightly to the left when she heard a quiet scoff and
saw Rachel's nose wrinkled in what appeared to be disgust. "Back off Broadway.
This certainly isn't a conversation for a virgin." The younger girls all gasped
and backed away from where they knelt in the aisle next to Santana's seat. They
were plenty familiar with Santana's reputation, as well as with Rachel's
temper. The last thing they wanted was to be caught in the middle of that war,
even if it had seemed up to that point that the two girls were something almost
resembling friends.
"Ok, first of all," Rachel rolled her eyes as she turned toward Santana in her
seat only one over from the other girl, "must you say 'virgin' like it's a
dirty word? Because if that's the game we're playing, I can certainly come up
with a few names for you." Santana smirked appreciatively. Rachel was a lot
more fun when she was feisty.
"Secondly," Rachel continued, "I think maybe you should consult a dictionary,
because while that is in fact what I am, you seem a bit confused as to what
exactly that word entails." Rachel turned back toward the stage, where her
classmates were still fumbling, as if the matter was settled.
Almost choking on the gum she had been chewing distractedly, Santana turned to
the three younger girls on her other side. The girls stared up at her wide-
eyed, not sure exactly what was going on between the two older members of the
club, but aware that the tension level had just risen considerably. "Fresh
meat," Santana snapped, "out. Me and Berry gots business to discuss." The girls
looked at each other quickly before nodding and darting to the other side of
the auditorium.
Santana crossed her arms over her chest and turned back toward Rachel, who
still lounged in her seat and watched the stage half-heartedly as if she had
not just said something that could practically make the world spin backward.
"Ok, what?" Santana knew there was no way that she had understood correctly.
Seriously, Rachel could not be implying what it seemed that she was implying.
Rachel's response was a simple one-shouldered shrug as she closed her eyes and
shook her head at the basic move Lauren had just butchered.
"Seriously Berry, are you telling me that you are down," Santana lifted a hand,
palm flat toward Rachel, as she both mentally and physically stopped herself,
and shook her head, "or rather, that Finnocence has been DOWN?" She stressed
the word and lowered her hand to wave over her private areas, as if Rachel
wasn't already completely sure of what she was referring to.
Still keeping her eyes on the stage, Rachel shook her head. "Not Finn."
Santana dropped her feet, which had been propped on the back of the seat in
front of her, to the floor, and slapped her knees dramatically with her hands.
"Excuse me!" The Latina seemed to have perfected Rachel's over-the-top stage
whisper. "I thought you and St. JackAss didn't do the dirty. I mean really, if
that's the case, what's with the shit flyin' all over the place when you found
out I had a go with Finn?" Santana paused and a look of something like
admiration grew over her features. "Seriously Berry, didn't know you had it in
you. Literally."
Rachel finally gave Santana her full attention. "Again," she huffed, "while
you're looking up the definition of 'virgin,' go ahead and look up 'sexual
intercourse.'"
Santana covered her mouth so that the auditorium wouldn't echo with her laugh.
"Ok, so you and Curly-Q didn't do the deed … didn't go all the way, right?" She
watched with a smirk as Rachel shook her head. "But he did get a taste of Berry
juice?"
"Oh Santana," Rachel groaned and buried her face in her hand. "Must you be so
vulgar?"
"Is that a yes?"
"Fine. If we must have this conversation, yes. It's a yes."
Drawing one leg up into the seat under her, Santana turned just a little more
so that she and Rachel were squarely face-to-face. Wide-eyed and honestly
curious, she leaned forward to close the gap across the empty seat between them
as she continued. "So, if you're no stranger to the art of dining in, what's
with the snotty, 'I think I might throw up' face when the newbies asked me
about it?"
Shrugging and picking at her nails, Rachel avoided eye contact with Santana as
she spoke. "I just don't see the big deal." When she finally lifted her eyes
from her hands to the other girl's face, she saw Santana's mouth open and an
incredulous look in her eyes. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to just leave
it at that, not as long as Santana was around, Rachel continued. "I mean, it's
sloppy and awkward and to be honest, kind of uncomfortable. I really didn't
like it very much. At all."
If Rachel had sent the world spinning backward with her confession that she had
in fact received oral (from Jesse St. James, no less), the admission that she
didn't enjoy it had brought it to a screeching halt. Seriously? How was that
even possible? "You … you didn't likeit?"
Rachel would have laughed at the look on Santana's face if it hadn't made her
feel so completely self-conscious and almost ashamed. She lowered her eyes and
began picking at her nails again. "No. Why? Is it just me?" Santana didn't
respond, so after a while Rachel snuck a peek at her face. The look there told
her that she was definitely the only one Santana had ever heard complain. "Umm,
do you think, maybe, he was doing it wrong?"
"Fuck yeah he was doing it wrong!"
"Santana! Lower your voice!" Rachel hissed at her, but it was too late.
Seemingly coming out of nowhere, Puck grabbed the back of the seat between the
two girls and used the leverage to launch himself over the chair and into it.
(Yeah, Puck was on the A-team. That shit was so stacked.)
Dropping one arm over the back of each girl's seat, Puck turned to smirk at
Rachel. "So, wha'd Finnessa do this time, and how does the Puckerone make it
right?" It was kind of generally accepted that when something went wrong,
especially when Rachel was involved, it got blamed on Finn. Even he stopped
fighting it after that whole breaking her nose thing. As often as not Finn
turned out to be innocent of whatever the charge was, but it had become a bit
of a running joke within the club. And since Finn was, at that time, on the
stage attempting to dance, Puck was only half joking.
Huffing and shooting an angry glance toward Santana, Rachel addressed Puck.
"Noah, Finn didn't do anything." She rolled her eyes at his smirk. "And this is
certainly not something I need your help with."
"Well, actually …" Santana began, only to be quickly cut off when Rachel jumped
out of her seat and crossed over Puck's legs to stand directly in front of her.
"Santana! A word?" Rachel wrapped her fingers around one of the shoulder straps
of Santana's Cheerio uniform and tugged, hard. Puck stared with wide eyes as
the Latina almost flew out of her seat and Rachel stomped up the aisle toward
the back of the auditorium, dragging Santana behind her. "Do you mind if I
ask," Rachel hissed, once they were in the hall and away from the prying eyes
and ears of the glee club, "just what the hellyou think you are doing?"
"What, dwarf?" Santana studied her nails uninterestedly as she answered what
she found to be a stupid question. "You have a problem. Puckerman offered to
fix that problem. And I gotta say, he wouldn't be the worst guy for the job."
"Ok, first of all," Rachel lowered her voice even more and looked around her as
if she expected someone to pop up at any second to listen to their
conversation, "I never said I had a problem."
"Oh, you got a problem." Santana chuckled almost humorlessly and crossed her
arms over her chest.
Rachel mimicked Santana's stance and leaned in closer to the other girl so that
their noses were nearly touching, "Well Santana, unlike some people I know, I
don't make those activities a part of my daily routine even though I don't have
a significant other or even a serious crush at the moment." Rachel took a half
step back, restoring a portion of Santana's personal space. "And secondly, even
if I did see this as a 'problem,' as you are so fond of calling it, Noah is
hardly the person to help me with it."
Santana shifted her weight back and onto one foot, jutting out a hip and
resting a hand on it as her other hand rose in the air and she peered over
Rachel's shoulder as if she were speaking to someone behind her. "Objection!"
Rachel only rolled her eyes at the other girl's dramatics. "Rebuttal A: I call
bullshit. No boyfriend, ok. No serious crush? What the fuck ever. You think I
don't see your 'I wanna have your mohawked Jewish babies' looks every time
Puckerman picks up that guitar and croons out some classic rock," Santana
curled her lip and wrinkled her nose in apparent disgust before speaking the
next words, "or even countrynumber? Yeah, good try." Rachel's face glowed, but
she didn't try to argue. "And rebuttal B: as for Puck not being the right man
for the job? Well, see rebuttal A." Rachel huffed and began to spin on her
heel, stopped by Santana's hand clutched tightly around her bicep. "And,"
Santana continued, regaining Rachel's attention in spite of the girl's best
attempts to storm off, "you really couldn't ask for a better guide on the road
to true oral happiness." Santana dropped her hand from Rachel's arm and
shrugged indifferently. "You know, if you're into that sorta thing."
"Men?"
"Yeah." So yeah, Santana wasn't exactly out, but there had come a time over the
summer when the secret became too much for her to carry alone and she just had
to share it with someone other than Brittany. And while she and Rachel were
nothing close to best friends, Berry had been the obvious choice for a few
reasons, the whole 'two dads' thing not actually being the biggest. That honor
went to the fact that Rachel was super loyal and kind of scary. She was the
only person Santana knew who could intimidate someone twice her size without
any physical force or even the use of a single curse word. Anyone who could
reduce Santana to tears with one serious tongue-lashing was definitely someone
she wanted fighting with her and not against her. So far, Rachel hadn't
disappointed. Any time Rachel was around, Santana felt more than comfortable in
the knowledge that she didn't have to worry about being the center of attention
in any way that she didn't want. And surprisingly enough, that had very little
to do with Rachel's own desire to be in the spotlight and much more to do with
her desire to protect someone who trusted her.
Santana's voice took on a low, serious tone as she released her grip on
Rachel's arm. "Look Berry, all I'm saying is, if you want to take care of St.
Douchebag's obvious misinterpretation of something completely awesome, you
really don't need to look any farther than glee club's own resident badass. For
more reasons than one."
Over the conversation and starting to get bored again, Santana turned and
sashayed back into the auditorium, leaving a dumbfounded Rachel behind.
                                      ~.~
For the remainder of the week after her somewhat disturbing conversation with
Santana during rehearsal, Rachel spent what felt like every free moment trying
to keep her mind off that conversation. She couldn't even pretend that she had
been successful when she looked back over her notes from the previous few days,
finding very little information to help her with her upcoming chemistry test or
English paper and quite a few song lyrics instead. And she didn't think it was
completely insignificant that most of those lyrics, while Broadway hits, were
quite intimate and far removed from her usual repertoire ('Touch Me,' really?
Get it together, Rachel. Yeah, 'Spring Awakening' was a great show, but a bit
racy to be thinking about this much, especially in school.).
The good news was, it was Friday and she was headed to English, her last class
of the day and one she could pretty much skate through even with the
distraction. The bad news was, going to English meant actually having to see
that distraction in person. And her English teacher was a second-year teacher
in her mid-twenties who, in an apparent attempt to both get on her students'
good sides and actually do the whole 'I'll treat you like an adult as long as
you act like an adult' thing, allowed them to choose their own seats in the
class. She had given them this spiel in the beginning of the year about how she
trusted them to act like the mature adults that they were about to be and that
meant they didn't need her to choose their seats any more than they needed
their moms to pick out their clothes in the morning. It was a total guilt trip
move on her part, but for the most part it worked. The students appreciated the
vote of confidence and didn't want to let her down. Normally Rachel was as
grateful for that confidence as anyone else, but today it meant Puck sauntered
into class with a smirk and dropped into the chair next to her, even though
there was an empty one on the other side of the room next to the Cheerio she
had seen flirting with him the day before.
"Ready to let me in on your dirty little secret yet?" Puck rested his elbows
and forearms on the top of the two-person table and leaned so that he was only
a few inches from Rachel's ear and spoke lowly.
Rachel's face glowed at his words. Had he heard more than he let on that day?
Worse, had Santana told him everything, mocking her? And what, had he just been
carrying around this information about her for the past three days, waiting to
use it against her? There were an endless number of possibilities as to what
might happen if this were the case. None of those possibilities were anything
Rachel wanted to consider.
"Relax Berry," Puck sat back in his chair and chuckled, not missing the blush
spreading across Rachel's cheeks and even down her neck and to the hint of
cleavage at the top of her blouse. "I'm just guessin'. I mean, Santana was
involved, after all. And that girl's nothin' if not dirty." He smiled when he
saw her color starting to fade back to a normal shade, but leaned even a little
closer than before and lowered his voice to a husky near-growl. He wasn't done
having fun just yet. "But ya know, if ya wanna share, I'm great with dirty
secrets. Mine tend not to be so littlethough." He quirked an eyebrow at her
mischievously and watched not only as her blush grew deeper than before, but as
she gasped quietly and moved her chair a little farther away from him as well.
Rachel spent the next 90 minutes trying desperately, and unsuccessfully, not
only to forget about what Santana had said to her days before, but also to
ignore that Puck was sitting right next to her and shooting occasional glances
her way or tugging randomly at errant curls falling over her shoulder. Since
that obviously wasn't working, she threw herself into her coursework with a
rigor absolutely unnecessary for a subject she had basically mastered long ago.
She more than made up for her lack of note-taking over the previous three days
by filling up her notebook with even the most menial details of the story.
(Really, it was 'The Crucible.' People being singled out and persecuted for not
fitting in with their society? Yeah, she didn't need a teacher to explain
that.)
Yet somehow, in the midst of all that academia, Rachel's mind still had time to
consider Santana's arguments. Of course, having Puck less than a foot away from
her during that time probably made it easier to think about that particular
conversation. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if maybe
Santana was right. Since Santana had pointed it out, Rachel had finally allowed
herself to admit that maybe she did look at Puck a little differently than she
looked at, well, anyone. And ok, maybe that was because of more than just his
musical talent. Then as she thought a bit more, it occurred to her that since
she'd already done … that … once, with someone who ended up being nothing more
than a horrible ruse, what would it really hurt if she did it again? Especially
if this time it was with someone who she could at least trust to still be her
friend, or whatever exactly he was at the moment, afterward.
Rachel tried to stop those thoughts, tried to keep her mind and her hormones
from running away with the rest of her. It didn't work. By the end of class,
though she had miraculously managed to take enough notes to help even Brittany
pass a test on 'The Crucible,' she had also managed to make a decision. She was
going to take Santana's advice. It really didn't seem right that her only
sexual experience to date had been disappointing. And if that whole thing
really was as pleasurable as Santana had tried to convince her it was, it was
only fair that Rachel get to experience it the right way. So when the bell rang
and Puck lazily started to gather his belongings into his backpack, Rachel hung
back instead of rushing out the door to try to get to her car and out of the
parking lot before the traffic became horrendous, as she usually did.
"What's up Berry?" Puck was surprised to see Rachel still standing behind her
chair when he finally stood to make his way toward the locker room. So he
wasn't in a hurry to go spend two hours running around with a bunch of sweaty
guys. Sue him. He much preferred game weeks to this bye-week bullshit. You
might think that having a bye in the middle of the season would be a break, but
not with a coach like Beiste. At least in a game, there was a point behind it
all. Two straight weeks of just practice without getting to really run over
some guy on the way to the endzone sucked. (Coach asked them not to hit quite
as hard during practice as they would during a game. She wasn't too happy when
Azimio accidentally ended up with a dislocated shoulder on the same day that
Rachel had to use her emergency slushie clothes for the first time senior year.
So what if the quarterback and the halfback don't normally do much hitting,
it's not illegal, right?)
Suddenly, when faced with the golden opportunity to ask Puck for his help,
Rachel felt that she was going to lose her nerve. "You were wrong, you know."
She silently berated herself. That was not at all what she had wanted to say.
"Scuse me?" Puck looked down at the tiny girl at his side in mock annoyance,
finally smiling at her when she began to look distressed. "I mean, I don't
doubt it, but what are we talking about here? Specifically, I mean."
"Tuesday, in the auditorium. You asked what Finn messed up. You were wrong. We
weren't talking about Finn." Rachel walked quickly to keep up with Puck's much
longer strides as they headed toward the locker room. Either she didn't
realize, or she didn't care, that she was walking in the opposite direction of
her car.
Puck rolled his eyes and growled a little. "Geez Berry. It's a joke. Finn
doesn't even care as much as you apparently do. He knows he's like, the
resident whipping boy or some shit. Just like I'm the resident jd." He saw the
anger flash through her eyes when he referred to himself as a juvenile
delinquent and threw an arm over her shoulder to try to calm her. "But babe,
I'm not, not anymore anyway. That's the thing. You guys in glee are the only
people in the world who can get away with sayin' that shit. 'Cause you loooove
me." He slipped his arm up over her shoulder and hooked it back toward himself
so that he caught her neck in the crook of his elbow and pulled her toward him,
much the way he did to his sister. "It's the same with Finn. We just give him a
hard time, it doesn't mean anything and he knows that." He released his hold on
her neck and dropped his arm so that his hand rested on her hip.
Rachel found herself becoming distracted by the feel of his fingers pressing
gently into her side as she walked. She had almost forgotten everything she
needed to say, content to just keep walking with him touching her like that,
but his hand shifted as they turned a corner together and her shirt slipped up,
allowing his fingers to brush across her bare hip. The jolt of electricity she
felt when it happened reminded her of exactly what she needed to say and
renewed her determination to say it. "Anyway," she stopped walking abruptly so
that his arm tightened around her waist and she jerked forward slightly when he
kept walking. She waited for him to turn and look at her before she continued.
"While it is nice to know that you see glee as the close-knit family I always
knew we could be if we just all set our differences aside, that's not really
why I brought it up."
Puck couldn't keep his eyes from finding the ceiling when she started in with
all that family noise. He wasn't sure he would go quite that far, but he knew
it meant a lot to Rachel to see it that way, so he didn't want to ruin that for
her. After giving himself a beat to make sure he had cleared any sign of
amusement or annoyance from his face, he lowered his eyes to meet hers, waiting
for her to continue.
Rachel twisted her fingers together in front of her, avoiding Puck's eyes. All
the determination and courage she had built up during English had dissipated
somewhere between the classroom and where they now stood 10 feet from the boys'
locker room door. It wasn't that she no longer wanted his help; she absolutely
wanted it. It was just that she had absolutely no idea how to go about making
it happen. "Umm, that thing Santana and I were talking about," she began,
tentatively, "like I said, Finn wasn't the one who messed it up. Jesse was."
Puck's eyes narrowed and he unconsciously took a step toward Rachel, bringing
their bodies only inches from one another almost as if to shield her when she
mentioned Jesse. He still wasn't happy that St. Asswipe (he loved coming up
with new names for that guy) had basically gotten off scot free after that
little stunt he pulled sophomore year. He wanted to kick the guy's ass then for
messing with Rachel, and he wanted it even more now that he was somehow still
messing with her.
Rachel continued, gathering courage with every word, "But I was kind of, umm,
hoping that you," she finally lifted her eyes to meet his and saw him watching
her curiously, his brows furrowed in a combination of confusion and
frustration, "well, that you could, maybe, help me out. Maybe you could fix
what he messed up."
"I don't know Berry, first you're gonna have to tell me what it was."
"Ok, see, so, as I'm sure you know, everyone seems to know, I am a virgin."
Puck visibly flinched at Rachel's words, taking a step back and breaking all
contact with her body. Any kind of problem that included Rachel, Jesse, and
anything to do with sex could not be good. He gritted his teeth and nodded for
her to continue. "But even though I'm a virgin, that doesn't mean I'm
completely … untouched."
Puck took another step backward, feeling almost like the wind had been knocked
out of him. Was she seriously saying what he thought she was? "Look Berry, this
coy bullshit has gotta stop. You got something to say, just spit it out. You
never been at a loss for words before. And I got places to be." He jerked his
head toward the locker room behind him. Rachel didn't need to know that unless
this conversation picked up like, asap, the locker room would be the last place
he was headed. If the next words out of her mouth were not, 'He didn't make me
do anything I didn't want to do,' she would be left staring at a puff of smoke
and his disappearing back. He knew Jesse hadn't gone farther than Carmel after
Rachel dumped his ass in New York the previous spring. In his current state of
mind, he could make that drive in 30 minutes, max.
"Right, I'm sorry. I don't mean to waste your time." Rachel took a deep breath
before the words started pouring out of her, tumbling out one on top of the
other. "Sophomore year, back when I was dating Jesse, back when Finn and
Santana, you know, I didn't have sex with Jesse. I said I did, but I didn't. I
tried to, but once we got started, I just couldn't follow through. I wasn't
ready. But then afterward, once I'd told him no, that I couldn't have sex with
him, he just kept pouting, and he seemed so hurt, like he didn't believe I
really cared about him. I wasn't ready to go all the way, but I did care about
him! I had to prove it to him, so when he suggested we try something different,
something not quite so … absolute, I went along with it. I-I let him perform
oral sex on me." Rachel took a break, sucking in a mouthful of air to replace
the one huge breath she had just let out with her monologue. She had never had
a hard time talking, but she was sure even she had never spoken so quickly in
her life. Ignoring the look on Puck's face that told her he was only seconds
away from storming straight out of the school and hurting someone, preferably
her ex-boyfriend, Rachel pushed aside the burning in her lungs and continued
with the rest of her speech.
"The problem, other than my obvious lapse in judgment in letting such a
hurtful, insincere person get near me in that way, is that the experience was
not an enjoyable one." Rachel continued rambling, again ignoring the emotion
visible on Puck's face, which had changed from anger to incredulity. "So in the
auditorium the other day when the freshman girls were asking Santana what that
particular act is like, I must have involuntarily displayed my distaste for it.
Santana informed me that it is quite unusual for a female not to enjoy that
sort of … attention … and that Jesse must have been doing something
incorrectly. That's when you joined us. When I talked to her privately, Santana
suggested that maybe you could help give me a new perspective."
Puck could say nothing. His jaw was slack and he felt like the wind had been
knocked out of him. Some twisted part of his brain was screaming at him that
Rachel Berry had just asked him to go down on her. But he knew that was wrong.
He knew that didn't happen, would never happen. Right?
Rachel had finally managed to slow both her heart rate and her breathing,
hoping that her words would follow suit. "I know I may be out of line asking
for such a thing," her hand lifted to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear
shyly. "It is a huge favor, after all. I know that."
Puck's hand flew up, snatching Rachel's wrist as it lowered from her face and
startling her. He used his grip on her arm to pull her closer to him, smirking
the whole time. "Babe, this ain't no favor."
                                      ~.~
"So Puck, you in?" Mike pushed Artie out of the locker room, looking over his
shoulder to where Puck and Finn followed closely behind. Although he ended up
basically functioning as a glorified water boy, Beiste had kept Artie on the
team. Their 'battering ram' plan had a few flaws in it, which meant that Artie
usually only saw the gridiron in the fourth quarter when the Titans had a
convincing lead (which had actually happened a few times, to everyone's
surprise), but Beiste didn't have it in her to cut the boy.
"Huh?" Puck's head flew up and he furrowed his brows in confusion as his eyes
met Mike's. To say that he had been distracted throughout practice was an
understatement (the two tackles by that idiot Wallace and that ridiculous
fumble were proof of that).
Things didn't get any easier for Puck once the rest of the team cleared out and
only the glee guys were left in the locker room. Mike had started talking about
his and Tina's homecoming plans, which led to Artie pointing out that he was
going with Brittany, but not exactly as a date, since apparently Santana was
tagging along. From there, Artie and Mike questioned Puck and Finn about their
plans, and, since they had none, suggested that maybe they should group up and
go with Rachel and Mercedes, and maybe even Kurt and Blaine. Puck was just
about to shoot down the idea, pointing out that Finn and Rachel's semi-recent
ex situation (when weren't they in a semi-recent ex situation?) could make for
a very tense evening, when Finn had to open his big ass mouth. Apparently,
Frankenteen thought it was a great idea, as long as they kept Quinn out of the
mix. According to the quarterback, he could only handle one ex-girlfriend at a
time, and since Rachel was the nicer one, and they were finally truly friends
with no intentions of anything more happening, she was obviously his first
pick. The thought of going to homecoming with Rachel, even as part of a group,
in some fancy (preferably clingy) dress with her hair and make-up all done,
combined with the memory of the 'favor' she had asked of him a couple hours
before was too much for Puck's tired mind to handle. He hadn't heard a word any
of his friends had said for the past several minutes.
Artie rolled his eyes and repeated the conversation he had just had with Mike
and Finn. "Dude, sick ass Halo marathon, my house, tomorrow. You in? I got
booze!" He raised a fist into the air and pumped it a few times.
"Sorry guys," Puck stopped a few feet outside the locker room, ready to turn
and exit to the side parking lot where his truck was waiting, "I got plans
tomorrow."
"Plans? On a Saturday?" Finn legit looked like he was about to pout. "But, it's
Halo!" Puck rolled his eyes. "Are your plans better than Halo?"
Puck smirked up at his friend. "Yeah man, gotta say they are." He clapped Finn
on the shoulder and fist bumped Artie and Mike before the other three boys
headed toward the front exit and their own cars.
"So, these mystery plans," Puck heard the voice behind him and clenched his
fists a little at his sides, "do they include eating out?"
Puck turned on his heel and watched as Santana pushed off the row of lockers
she had been leaning against while the group of football players exited the
locker room. "Geez Satan, you tryin' to give me a heart attack?"
"Oh, sorry," the girl said with half-sincerity, "thought you saw me here."
"I did. Those life preservers," his eyes shifted almost imperceptibly down to
her chest for just a second before he continued, "are impossible to miss," Puck
snorted. "S'not what I was talking about." He took a step closer to her as she
stopped advancing toward him and tilted her head to the side. "I'm talkin' bout
that little stunt with Berry. What the fuck were you thinkin'?"
"I was thinkin," she lifted her eyebrows and spat the words at him in a mocking
tone, "that the midget got seriously screwed by St. Suckface, and not in the
good way. That girl needs someone who knows what he's doing to show her what
that shit's 'sposed to feel like. And, much as it pains me to say this, and I
swear to God if you tell anyone I said it I'll make sure your tongue is the
only appendage you have left to please a woman," Puck chuckled at her threat,
"you definitely know what you're doing."
"K, so you just offer me up on a silver platter?" Puck crossed his arms over
his chest and tried to look imposing. It was difficult since he could barely
hide his anticipation at the prospect of what was waiting for him in less than
24 hours.
"Oh, come on!" Santana's hands flew off her hips and into the air above her
head. "You should be kissing my feet right now or some shit." She saw Puck open
his mouth to respond, so she cut him off quickly. "Do you two really think the
rest of us are that blind and stupid?" Again, she saw his eyebrow quirk and his
mouth move as he prepared to reply with a sarcastic remark. "Ok," she waved a
hand in slight resignation, "so maybe most of the rest of them are. But I'm
not. Don't think I don't see you drooling over her legs every time she dances
in those tiny, hideous things she calls skirts."
Puck was finally able to get a word in before she could cut him off. "Girl's
got a hell of a pair of legs, San. You'd have to be blind not to notice that."
He smirked, thinking he had cut the legs out from under her argument. (Dammit,
now he's got legs on the brain.)
"Maybe. But it's more than that. I know this whole Jew-singer thing you got
goin' on started with her. And I'm pretty sure she's also the reason you didn't
give it up a long ass time ago. C'mon, I know it's killing you not to be able
to sing some Buckcherry. 'Crazy Bitch?' Right up your alley." She lowered both
hands back to her hips and narrowed her eyes, smirking dangerously at him.
"Although, I guess that one works for Berry too, huh?"
Puck started to respond, wanting to lay into her for essentially calling Rachel
a 'crazy bitch' (so he didn't want Santana calling her names, friends defend
each other, right?), but as his mind went past the title and on to the actual
lyrics of the song, his mouth went dry. He was definitely wandering into
dangerous territory.
"Told ya." Santana lifted a hand to point a finger accusingly at Puck's eyes,
which were now slightly glazed. "Don't worry. I'll find some way for you to
make it up to me."
                                      ~.~
Rachel buzzed around her living room, fluffing the couch's throw pillows for
probably the twentieth time that day. A voice in the back of her mind kept
telling her that Noah probably wouldn't even be seeing her living room (no way
was she letting anything … impure … happen on her dads' couch), but nothing
could stop her from being the perennial hostess. Besides, she couldn't spend
another second in her bedroom.
After Puck had enthusiastically agreed to help Rachel with her issue, as she
liked to call it, he had tried to come home with her right then. She refused,
stating adamantly that she would not be a disruption to his everyday life. He
was supposed to be at football practice, so he would go to football practice.
She also had her own practical motives for wanting to put him off for a day. To
start with, her dads left early Saturday morning to go visit friends in
Columbus until Sunday evening. While she didn't expect Puck's little visit to
take all that long (Jesse's certainly hadn't), she was much more comfortable
knowing that she had the house completely to herself for a full day. Secondly,
and probably more importantly, Rachel needed time to prepare. She wasn't even
sure exactly what she should do to prepare for this type of visit, but she knew
that letting Puck accompany her straight home from school was not an option.
Rachel had tried to spend the evening with her fathers as normally as possible.
They ate dinner as a family then sat down to watch Fringe together as they
always did on Fridays. She worked to keep up with their small talk, answering
their questions as best she could with her mind somewhere else. When they
finally kissed her head and retired to their room to finish getting ready for
their weekend trip and read themselves to sleep as they did every night, Rachel
disappeared behind the locked door of her bedroom and then slipped into her
bathroom, locking it as well. Rachel had a standing appointment at a day spa/
salon in town for a regular bikini wax because it was just much easier and more
comfortable with her many dance outfits. But she was by no means a Brazilian
girl. So, because she decided it was the courteous thing to do where Puck was
concerned, she pulled out the personal trimmer and did a little grooming. In
the shower later, as her soapy hands ran over her body and dipped into the
newly trimmed area, she felt an unfamiliar jolt and goosebumps popped up over
her arms. She decided that she was very glad she was such a thoughtful person
and had wanted to make this as comfortable for her friend as possible.
Finally hearing her dads moving around at 6:30 Saturday morning, Rachel got out
of bed. She had barely slept at all, forcing herself to go to bed when she got
out of the shower. She had tossed and turned, drifting in and out of a fitful
sleep, for several hours before eventually waking up for good a little before
five. Not wanting to arouse suspicion by being up so early on a Saturday, she
continued to lie in her bed until she heard them in the kitchen. Rachel finally
made her way down the stairs and pretended to be up because she wanted to see
her dads off. It was only a one-night trip, nothing really, but they seemed to
accept her explanation.
Finally alone, Rachel ran up the stairs to start getting her room ready. She
stripped the bed and changed the sheets to the nicest, most comfortable ones
she had (all the while knowing without a doubt that she would just change them
again the minute Puck was gone). She tidied up until the room was spotless,
even going so far as to put away a few stuffed animals and some pictures that
she feared made her seem immature. She didn't want to project the image that
she was anything less than a mature, confident woman, even if that wasn't
entirely true, especially the confident part.
After two hours she decided that the room was ready. Short of a home makeover,
there was nothing more that could be done. She could no longer put off the part
that she had been dreading: the closet. The first thing she put on was the
black halter dress that Kurt had picked out for her sophomore year, but she
shed it within seconds of seeing herself in her full-length mirror. Not only
was it weird to be wearing a dress that she had originally worn to impress
Finn, it just didn't feel right. That dress just wasn't her. It was too much.
With that in mind, she pushed past that ridiculous Brittney Spears get-up as
well. She pulled out one of her normal school outfits but decided that if the
black dress was too much, her everyday clothes weren't enough. Finally she
landed on a compromise. She would wear one of her regular skirts, a brown one
that hugged her hips and fell just inches below her butt (she hadn't missed the
way his eyes lingered on her legs when she wore those skirts), with a thin,
fitted pink tank top. Those tank tops were usually reserved to be worn only for
lounging around the house or under sweaters, but she decided that the way her
breasts looked in that top, combined with her favorite lacy push-up bra, was
just what she was going for.
So nearly six hours after getting out of bed, Rachel was in her living room,
wiping non-existent dust off the coffee table for the umpteenth time, when her
doorbell rang. The way she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound, any
observer would have thought that she lived on a desert island with no contact
with the outside world. Instead she was in a quiet subdivision in Lima, OH,
waiting for one of her friends. She made her way to the front door, her hands
shaking as they smoothed imaginary wrinkles out of her skirt. When she opened
the door, her breath caught in her throat. Although she was expecting him, she
somehow wasn't ready for the sight of Puck on her front porch, hands stuffed
into the pockets of his jeans and an anxious smile on his face.
"Noah," she hoped he didn't hear the way her voice shook with just that one
simple word, "please, come in." She turned to open the door wide enough to let
him through, almost hugging the door in the process. Standing in her foyer, he
turned to watch her with an expression she couldn't quite place. It wasn't his
normal, cocky smirk. It looked like an actual, honest-to-God smile, and that
thing in his eyes, whatever it was, wasn't mocking or mischievous, or anything
like it. "Umm," she started as she turned her back to him to close the door, "I
don't … I'm not sure …"
She had no idea how to say whatever it was she was supposed to say next, but it
didn't matter, because as she turned back toward her guest, hands wringing
nervously in front of her chest, Puck was only inches from her. Before she
could open her mouth to say another word, it was covered, trapped by his lips
pressing against her own. She tried to respond, to even think, but it was
useless because one of his hands sunk into her hair and held her lips tight to
his while the other landed on the small of her back and pulled her body against
him.
"Don't needa talk, baby," Puck whispered hoarsely when he pulled back to take a
deep breath. He thought he saw her open her mouth to respond, so he moved his
own to her ear, tugging slightly with his teeth before continuing. "Upstairs?"
This time she didn't even try to answer, nodding and turning her hands, which
had been trapped between their bodies, to push him back toward the stairs. His
grip on her didn't loosen, so as he moved toward the stairs he dragged her
along with him. When he reached the bottom step, his hands slid down her body
and he bent to hook them behind her knees, lifting her easily so that her
thighs rested atop his hips.
Instinctively, Rachel wrapped her arms tightly around Puck's neck and her legs
moved to wind around his waist, ankles crossed at the small of his back. He
turned to walk up the stairs to her bedroom and as he climbed she attached her
mouth to his jaw. She heard him moan and as her body slipped, sliding just a
bit lower, she felt his already obvious arousal. Starting to truly understand
what he had meant the previous day when he said he wasn't doing her a favor,
Rachel hoped that she wasn't getting herself into more than she was ready for.
She knew how selfish it was to ask for something like this and not give
anything in return, but she still wasn't ready to have sex, especially since he
wasn't even her boyfriend.
When he found himself standing in Rachel Berry's bedroom, with Rachel Berry
herself literally wrapped around his body, Puck stopped at the foot of her bed
and pulled his head back until he broke the connection between her mouth and
the underside of his jaw. "Last chance to back out babe, sure ya wanna do
this?" He knew what he wanted her answer to be. And he certainly knew what his
own answer would be if she asked him the same question. But he wanted to hear
her answer, to hear her tell him that he wasn't doing anything she didn't want.
"Positive."
Damn straight. That was the green light he needed, and he wouldn't wait to be
told twice. Keeping one hand flat on her back, he leaned forward onto the bed
and used his free hand to support their weight as he lowered them until her
back hit the mattress. Puck felt Rachel's legs start to loosen around his
waist, and he almost stood back up so that she would keep her body pressed
against his. He knew he was there for her, but he loved the way she felt
against him and he couldn't help the way his body reacted to her.
When Rachel was solidly on the bed and Puck's hands had moved next to her
shoulders, boxing her down onto the mattress, she wiggled her way up until her
head was on the pillows and he could fit his long legs onto the bed. She had to
make a concentrated effort to control her breathing as she watched him above
her, moving up the bed until his eyes looked straight down into hers and his
hands rested on either side of her head. Then she actually had to hold her
breath as he bent his arms, slowly lowering himself until his forearms were
flat on the bed and his body rested atop hers, all the while never breaking the
contact between their eyes. She could feel his weight on her, solid but not
crushing. She must have been a little lost, because she didn't realize his
hands were moving until his fingers were working their way into her hair.
Rachel felt sure she should say something, anything. After all, she was Rachel
Berry, and she always had something to say. Until now. There were no words in
her vast vocabulary that she could get to come out of her mouth when Puck's
grip on her hair grew just a little tighter and his lips closed around her
earlobe, his tongue flicking lightly at the small gold hoop that hung there. So
instead, her body picked up where her mind had left off, her hands moving to
his shoulders and gripping for dear life.
A thought crossed Puck's mind – it was a small, simple thought, but it was one
that sent his mind and his body into overdrive. See, it occurred to him that
while this was probably the least he had heard Rachel talk, well, ever, she was
far from silent. All her $5 words had been replaced by these soft whimpers and
moans that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her throat or her chest or
… fuck. He just noticed her chest. And ok, so her boobs weren't the biggest he
had ever seen, but they were freakin' gorgeous. And what the hell was she
wearing, exactly? Rachel Berry didn't typically do tight, strappy tank tops,
and was that … lace … sticking up just a little from the top? Dragging his
teeth down her earlobe one last time, he began placing light kisses across the
underside of her jaw then down the column of her throat, occasionally letting
his tongue flit out and across her skin. And yes, he definitely noticed the way
her head fell back and her throat vibrated just a little with a quiet moan when
his mouth touched the soft skin just under her chin.
When he finally reached the base of her neck and let his tongue dip into the
hollow there, Puck slid his hands out of her hair, over her shoulders, and down
her sides. As his hands traveled southward, his thumbs reached out to brush
over her breasts. He could feel the lace of her bra through her thin top as his
thumbs moved upward from her ribcage, but the rough texture was instantly
replaced by the small peaks he felt when he brushed over her nipples. Unable to
help himself, he let his teeth graze across Rachel's collarbone before softly
tracing the same spot with his lips and letting his hands continue their trek.
Puck thought he heard her whine a little when his hands slid off her breasts to
move gently down her sides and over her hips. He smirked to himself as his
mouth continued to make its way across her shoulder. If she thought that was
good, just wait until she felt what he would do with his hands next. When those
same hands worked their way past the hem of her skirt and hit her bare thighs,
they stopped, his fingers digging into her flesh just enough to remind her he
was there. He had managed to taste probably every square inch of skin between
her neck and her right shoulder (and yeah, her skin tasted damn good) and was
nudging the straps of both her bra and her tank top off her shoulder with his
nose when he let his hands move again, this time back up her legs and under
that tease of a skirt.
When the straps were drooping off Rachel's shoulder, Puck kissed his way down
the path that they had previously occupied. He glanced up at her when he
reached the top of her bra, but she was not looking back at him. Her head was
twisted to the side, her eyes screwed shut tightly and her mouth slightly open
to let out the shallow pants that had replaced her normal breathing. Quite
satisfied that, so far, he was doing his job well, he took the deep purple lace
of her bra, an even larger strip of which was now peeking out of her top,
between his teeth and began to pull it down. At the same time, his hands had
again reached her hips; but this time, something didn't seem quite right.
Shocked, Puck released the fabric from between his teeth and pressed his hands,
still under her skirt, into the mattress for leverage as he lifted himself off
her by just a few inches. "What the hell? Rach, where are … You're not …" he
started, peering down into her eyes, which had come back to his face when he
broke the contact between their bodies.
"I didn't see the point," Rachel shrugged her shoulders and spoke almost
matter-of-factly. "It's not like I need panties for the kind of activities we
are engaging in, and it would have just made for more laundry as I would have
inevitably put on clean ones as soon as you leave." If she noticed the way his
eyes narrowed or the way his chest tightened as he gulped heavily, she didn't
let on. "Besides," her face grew pink with embarrassment, although it seemed
odd that she could possibly say anything to be embarrassed about at that
moment, "I don't exactly have any, alluring, undergarments. I hope … I mean, is
it bad? I didn't ruin the moment did I?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He barely choked out the words, because, really,
all he wanted to do was grab her again and have his way with her. But this was
Rachel he was dealing with here, and he knew that wasn't what she needed. Not
like that, anyway. "Shit's awesome. I mean really. Hot. As. Hell." He watched
as her face grew a slightly deeper shade of pink, and he could tell by the way
her lips twitched that she wanted to say something. It didn't make him awful if
he would rather listen to those little noises she was making before than all
her words, right? So he stopped her before she could even get started.
Rachel wanted to question him, she wanted to make sure that he wasn't just
placating her. She didn't get it. It didn't make any sense that her lack of
undergarments could really be that enticing. But before she had a chance to
tell him that she would much prefer honesty to patronizing comments, his teeth
were again tugging on her bra and his hands had slid to the front of her hips,
twisting a little so that his thumbs ran almost lazily over the creases at the
tops of her thighs. She drew in a sharp breath when he succeeded in revealing
her right breast, instantly using his tongue to trace a path straight up from
the underside of her breast to her nipple. And she tried, she really did, to
control the sound that came out when, after spending a moment sliding his
tongue over and around her nipple, Puck closed his mouth over it and sucked
lightly. She thought she felt him smirk against her skin when the moan, or
whimper, or whatever that was, slipped out.
And that smirk was why, only seconds later, she didn't even try to fight her
sigh when his hands began to move under her skirt. Puck's left hand trailed
down the top of her thigh, his fingertips tracing over her skin with a feather-
light touch. His right hand moved off her leg altogether, moving over her
center and forcing her legs open just a little wider. His thumb and pinky kept
contact with the inside of each of her thighs and his middle finger slid gently
down her slit, starting at the top and not stopping until he had reached her
entrance. It was Rachel's turn to smirk when his mouth discontinued the
attention it had been lavishing on her right breast and he let out a low, deep
moan of his own.
Puck, who had never had any problems with being premature, began to get a
little worried that he wouldn't be able to hang on long enough to give Rachel
what she needed when he felt how wet she was. He wasn't 100% sure why that got
to him so much, but he figured it had something to do with the fact that he had
only just started touching her and yet he was already able to have that effect
on her. It was beyond awesome that he could make her need him so much by doing
so little. More than a little eager to see what else he could do to her, he
pressed his tongue flat against her skin as he moved his mouth from her right
breast and toward the left one, wanting to give it the same attention. At the
same time, he dipped his left hand to the back of her right knee and tugged
gently, spreading her legs wider and settling himself between them to hook her
calf over his hip.
Rachel thought that she may just be losing her mind. Just when she thought she
was getting acclimated to one of the many sensations that Puck was causing with
his mouth or his hands, he changed things. When she began to get used to
feeling the moist warmth of his mouth on her chest, he moved it to her ear.
When the way his fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin at the back of her
knee finally stopped tickling, he increased the pressure and slid his hand up
the back of her thigh until it firmly cupped her butt. And when his other
finger stopped teasing around her entrance and worked between her folds to
slide up toward her stomach, she couldn't take it anymore; she allowed her body
to melt into the mattress beneath her and her fingers to grab firmly onto his
shirt.
"God baby, you really did need this didn't you?" He spoke quietly, almost
reverently. "D'ya know how wet you are? Do you know how hot that is?"
Puck's voice worked to bring her out of her stupor and back to the matter at
hand (the hand part being the problem). "Noah," she began, a bit breathless,
"you're here for a purpose, remember, and … NOAH!"
The way she cried his name, all breathy and high-pitched and desperate, sent a
charge down his spine and straight to his dick. Even if he hadn't felt it all
swollen and almost pulsing under his finger, he would have known that he had
hit her ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves based on that cry alone. "Jackpot," he
smirked, still tugging her earlobe gently between his teeth. He felt her trying
to wiggle away from him and pressed his body a little more firmly against hers,
not allowing her to put any distance between them.
"Noah, come on," she turned to face him, forcing him to remove his mouth from
her ear, "you're here to rectify the inaccurate first impression that Jesse
left on me, and …" She broke off, startled, when she felt his forehead hit her
shoulder and heard him groan. (And yes, even in this short time, she had
discovered the difference between a Noah Puckerman moan and a Noah Puckerman
groan. This was definitely the latter.)
"Ok, first of all babe, don't say his name again. At all. Serious buzzkill
here." He lifted his head again to look her in the eyes. "And secondly, and
more importantly, you wouldn't just like, stay silent for a whole week or some
shit then go out on stage and belt out some big Barbra number without at least
like, runnin' scales or something, would ya?"
Rachel's eyes grew in shock and she worked up enough strength to successfully
push him off her just a little and back away, propping herself up against the
headboard. "Of course not! That would be horrible for my vocal cords! You
always, always warm up first."
Puck grabbed her hips with just a little more force than he had used up to that
point and pulled her back down onto the bed, letting his hands return to their
previous positions and burying his face in her neck. "Exactly."
Rachel opened her mouth to argue, to tell him that he hadn't really proven
anything, but she stopped when she felt his teeth scrape over the sensitive
skin of her neck, shocked that he actually bit her (and especially shocked that
she had enjoyed it). And any further arguments flew right out of her head when
the fingers of his left hand dug into her butt and his right thumb started
tracing circles around her clit.
Puck knew she wanted to say more. She was Rachel Berry, after all. So that made
it all the more satisfying when she just drew in a deep breath and arched her
back, her hands flying to his shoulder blades to pull him closer. "S'good,
right baby?" he growled against her skin. He was sure he almost lost it right
then and there when she hummed lowly in response and slid her hands down his
back to hook her fingers through his belt loops and pull his hips down onto
hers, now hooking both of her legs around his own. Instead, he focused even
more on the task at hand, increasing the pressure he was applying to her clit
with his thumb and twisting his hand so that his middle finger could again
tease at her entrance. He was milliseconds away from dipping his finger into
her when her thighs tightened their grip on his hips and he felt every muscle
in her ass clench under his fingers. Abruptly, he pushed both hands into the
mattress beside her hips and pushed himself away from her.
Rachel's head flew off the mattress, her eyes frantically searching for his. He
would have laughed at the desperate expression on her face if it didn't turn
him on so much. "'M here for a purpose, remember?" he stared seriously down at
her. "And that's not it." Without warning, he crashed his mouth down onto hers,
kissing her deeply as he pushed her head back down onto the pillow. He kissed
her, letting his tongue sweep confidently through her mouth, until he felt her
body start to relax under him. Her legs stayed wrapped around him, but their
grip loosened considerably. And her hands slid out of his belt loops and up his
back, not so much gripping now as they were embracing.
Puck began to slide down her body, randomly placing kisses on her skin, and
even the material of her top, along the way. When he reached her skirt, he slid
his tongue, almost painfully slowly, across the skin of her stomach just above
the waistband. He didn't continue downward until he felt the muscles in her
stomach tighten and heard her whimper. He let his nose skim over her skirt,
giving her just enough sensation to drive her wild, and worked his way down to
her hemline. (Granted, it wasn't a long trip given the length of her skirt.)
Puck took the fabric between his teeth and glanced up at her, relishing in the
way her eyes were fixed on him, watching his every move.
Rachel knew she should be nervous. She had already crossed lines with Puck that
she had only crossed once before (with admittedly different results), but what
was about to happen, that was more like a chasm than a line. Yet somehow, what
she was feeling was anything but nervous. She felt hot, though the goosebumps
on her arms would lead you to believe otherwise. She felt tense, with all of
that tension building into a ball somewhere just below her stomach. But more
than anything, she felt wanted, and special, and, well, adored. She stared at
Puck, transfixed as even while his eyes never left hers, he used his mouth to
lift the hem of her skirt up to her hips. She continued to watch as he dropped
kisses to the inside of her left thigh at the same time that he hooked his left
arm under her other thigh to prop her knee on his shoulder. That same hand
snaked up and onto her stomach to gather the material of her skirt and keep it
in place where his mouth had just deposited it.
Feeling very much exposed, but still not really nervous (at least, certainly
not in a bad way), she kept watching while his free hand rubbed small, soothing
circles over one thigh and he kissed slowly back up the other to where she
really needed him. "I'ma fix this baby. Gonna do it right this time." He didn't
remove his mouth from the soft skin of her inner thigh as he spoke, his voice
low and gravelly. "I mean it Rach, I'm gonna make you feel so good." Any other
girl might be a bit put off by the way he chanted it like a mission statement,
but Rachel Berry appreciated dedication. Her eyes slipped a bit farther back
into her head as he let his tongue wander higher, not stopping until he hit
that spot, the spot where if he moved a centimeter more he wouldn't be on her
thigh anymore. "Promise." The word came out of his throat as a growl, and she
wasn't sure if it was that sound, or the way he gently nipped at the skin that
had never really been touched outside the shower before, that made her shiver.
She felt his breath, hot and smooth, on her core before she actually felt his
mouth. But suddenly, before she had a chance to think about what was getting
ready to happen, he was placing gentle, almost chaste (Was that possible? Did
it matter?) kisses down her now soaked slit. Unable to hold it any longer, she
dropped her head back onto the pillow when he reached the bottom and his tongue
slid gently out of his mouth and between her folds. She didn't even know what
she was doing when she cried out his name and her hands fisted the comforter at
her sides.
Puck had jokingly wondered to himself on the way to Rachel's earlier that day
if she would taste like berries. She didn't. She didn't taste like anything he
had ever tasted before. She just tasted like Rachel, and it was fuckin'
amazing. At that point, he knew without a shadow of doubt that he was not lying
to her before when he told her that he wasn't doing her a favor. As his tongue
swirled slowly around her clit, he decided that there was nowhere he would
rather be. And when he flattened his tongue and ran it all the way from bottom
to top a few times before flicking it rapidly over her now incredibly swollen
bud, he decided he had never enjoyed anything more in his life. Then, when he
closed his lips around it and began to suck lightly, sliding his hand off her
thigh to slip a finger into her and pump it in and out of her, slowly at first,
she finally began to come undone. He knew she was on her way when he again felt
nearly every muscle in her lower body tighten. As he pumped his hand faster,
hooking his finger inside her, he lifted his eyes to find her head thrashing
violently on her pillow. And when he sucked her clit a little harder, drawing
it into his mouth and again flicking his tongue over it quickly, he marveled at
how absolutely fucking incredible it was to have her crashing down around him.
He could actually feel her clenching around him as her voice reached heights he
didn't know even Rachel was capable of and her upper body came up off the bed
so she could reach his head and dig her fingers into his mohawk.
He stayed where he was as Rachel eased down from her high, kissing her gently
as the trembling in her legs slowed. When she had become still and relaxed and
her breath had returned to nearly normal, he placed one more kiss just above
her sex and smoothed her skirt back down over her hips. Detangling his arms
from her legs, he turned his head to swipe his mouth across the shoulder of his
t-shirt before wrapping one arm around her waist and using the other hand to
push himself up to hover over her. Pressing his lips to her forehead, he spoke
softly against her skin. "I, uh … I gotta … I'll be back," he finally sighed
before rolling off the bed and walking awkwardly to the bathroom just off her
bedroom.
Even once Puck was shut away in her bathroom (And what was that about? Should
she be worried?), Rachel couldn't make her body move. Every muscle felt like
jell-o, and she was pretty sure her bones had dissolved altogether. That was
nothing like what had taken place with Jesse. Like she had told Santana, with
Jesse it had been awkward and sloppy, even uncomfortable. But this, with Puck,
was none of those things. With Puck it was easy, and comfortable, and, well,
incredible. And she had been unsure before about whether she had ever had an
orgasm, but now she was perfectly sure – sure that she'd never had one before,
and that she definitely had now. She managed to turn her head when she heard
the bathroom door open and watched as Puck approached her, adjusting his jeans
and toeing off his shoes.
"Thank you Noah. That was enlightening," she didn't even care that he smirked
cockily and rolled his eyes at her. "And wonderful," she added. "You are a very
generous lover. So attentive." It was clear to her now that had been the
problem with Jesse. He was neither generous nor attentive. Those weren't
qualities he possessed in his everyday life, so she shouldn't have expected him
to possess them in the bedroom.
Puck crossed the room quickly and climbed over her, working down the covers as
he went. "Hey, you ain't seen nothin' yet babe." He fluffed the pillow a couple
times under his head and settled onto his side next to her.
"Yet?"
"Shh," he covered her mouth with his index finger and closed his eyes, wrapping
an arm around her waist and pulling her closer, "still got time for a nap with
my girl before I gotta pick up the brat from her sleepover."
Rachel turned her head quickly toward him and opened her mouth to speak, a
million and one questions running through her mind. But without opening his
eyes, Puck clamped a hand over her lips before any sound could escape.
"Seriously," he was kind of growling at her again, and, heaven help her, she
was starting to feel that thing just below her stomach again. "Sleep. It's
exhausting bein' this good, and I plan on wearin' us both out again before I
leave."
Telling herself that she would make him explain himself later (What? She
would!), Rachel gave in, rolling onto her side and allowing him to pull her a
bit tighter against him. Just as she was getting comfortable, adjusting to the
feeling of his solid chest rising and falling against her back, a shiver flew
down her spine when his breath washed across her ear. "And, ya know, any other
time ya want."
As much as she wanted to, Rachel couldn't fall asleep. There were still all
those questions she wanted to ask, and his last statement did nothing to quiet
her mind. Any time? Really? That certainly warranted consideration. So when her
phone began to vibrate on her nightstand 10 minutes after his breath deepened
and evened out so that she knew at least one of them was getting some rest, she
snatched it up quickly in order not to wake Puck. She wanted to roll her eyes,
but a smile won out instead when she read Santana's text, bad grammar and all.
'your welcome'She would only have smiled wider if she knew that outside in his
truck, Puck's phone was receiving the same text.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     “It’s been more than two lovely months, and in that time, while we
     have no problem returning to those initial activities, we haven’t
     exactly added any new activities to the repertoire. And lately I’ve
     been thinking that, well, maybe I’m ready to change that.”
     “Way to go Berry. Get you some.”
     “But the problem is that I can’t seem to make him see that he
     wouldn’t be pushing, that I’m ready.” ~ Somehow, Santana has become
     Rachel’s go-to for advice. It’s not the worst thing in the world.
Exactly one person at William McKinley High School was not shocked when Noah
Puckerman and Rachel Berry walked in on a Monday morning in late October
holding hands. Ok, so that wasn’t entirely true. Even Santana was a little
surprised. She had no doubts that after the results of her little sin-
tervention, the two would be official, but still, Puck didn’t do hand-holding.
Berry’s tiny little hand tucked into the crook of his elbow? Sure, that was a
near-daily occurrence. His arm slung lazily over her shoulders or wound around
her waist, fingers tickling at her hip? All the time. But holding hands just
wasn’t in his line-up. Santana could recall maybe two times during Quinn’s
pregnancy that he had held her hand, but that was it. So, maybe there was more
to this thing than even Santana had realized.
After about a month, the shock of never seeing Puck without his fingers
interlocked with Rachel’s (and of seeing him in math class at all) had pretty
much worn off. For the first week or so, everyone had assumed it was either a
joke or a publicity stunt to raise their respective stocks in the school – sort
of a more well thought out version of “Run Joey Run,” for those who were around
for that disaster. But when the only change to the arrangement was that the two
appeared even more into each other over time, the rest of the student body just
kind of accepted that the whole Puck and Rachel thing was really happening.
Then for some reason, when they walked in the door from Christmas break, his
callused fingers wrapped securely around her little yellow mitten, it seemed
that everyone fell back into that initial state of surprise. Sure, they had
been together when classes broke for the holidays, but no one (again, except
Santana and now maybe Kurt and Brittany) expected them to still be together.
After all, it had been over two months. With the exception of Quinn’s
pregnancy, which no one considered to be a real relationship anyway (at least
not an actual romantic one that would have existed on its own), Puck had never
had a true girlfriend at all, let alone one that he kept around that long.
One afternoon toward the end of January, Rachel pulled Puck into a corner on
their way to her locker (they shared hers for the English class they had
together in the afternoon and their respective math classes in the morning, and
used his to hold the books and binders for the other classes in between) to ask
if he felt like people were staring at them.
“C’mon babe, we’re two hot Jews, ‘course they’re starin’.”
“Noah, I’m being serious,” Rachel snuck a glance around her before leaning a
little closer. “I can feel them all watching us. Is there – Is there something
wrong with me? Did one of those Neanderthals put something on my back again?”
She craned her neck to try to see the back of herself, doing a half-spin in the
process. Puck was reminded of a puppy – a really freakin’ cute puppy – chasing
its tail.
“C’mere babe.” He reached out, both hands grasping her shoulders, to stop her.
“There’s nothin’ wrong with you. “ He let his hands slide off her shoulders and
down her back as he pulled her closer. “That’s kinda the point.”
Rachel clearly didn’t understand. She pursed her lips and tilted her head,
studying his face as if the answer were written somewhere there. When Puck only
smirked back at her, she crossed her arms over her chest, putting a little more
distance between them. He rolled his eyes before pulling her against him,
leaving her arms trapped between them.
“Rachel, everybody’s starin’ ‘cause they didn’t expect me to hold onto you this
long. They all thought you’da got sick ‘a me by now and kicked me to the curb.”
He didn’t add that it also went the other way, that a lot of people were
shocked that the McKinley High badass stud had stuck with the Broadway obsessed
glee-freak. What? He sure as shit didn’t agree with that assessment, but he
also couldn’t help that idiots talked in the locker room. He could, however,
make sure that the same idiot didn’t do it more than once. Azimio and his
broken nose were proof of that. (Although, Puck always made sure it couldn’t be
traced back to him through any means other than the unreliable mouths of the
idiots he knocked some sense into – idiots who weren’t likely to be talking any
time soon. He didn’t need his ma or his case worker or his girl – especially
his girl – finding out.)
“Noah, that’s ridiculous.”
“No baby, it’s true. There’s no good reason a guy like me should be able to
hold onto a girl like you, but I have. They just don’t get it.” He didn’t care
what his moron classmates thought; he knew he was getting the good end of this
deal. Even he couldn’t really put a finger on why she stuck with him.
(Outwardly, he credited his badass-ness and his guns, but he knew that for
Rachel, those things played a minor role, if any at all.)
“Noah,” this time his name came out as a sigh and she looked up at him with
wide, glistening eyes. Rachel unfolded her arms to wrap them around his neck,
one hand snaking up to tickle across the hairs of his ‘hawk. “Do I tell you
often enough what a wonderful boyfriend you are?”
“Wouldn’t hurt to hear it again.” He smirked down at her.
“Well,” Rachel took a step closer, their bodies gently pressed against one
another and their breaths mingling together. “To start with, as much as you
pretend not to be, you’re incredibly sweet. And to be perfectly honest, I kind
of like that I’m the only one who knows it.”
As if to prove Rachel’s point, Puck leaned forward slightly to kiss the tip of
her nose.
“Then, as if that weren’t enough, I know I can always count on you to be there
when I need you.” She smiled up at him almost mischievously before pushing up
onto her toes and pressing her cheek to his so she could whisper huskily into
his ear. “And, to top it all off, you are incredibly sexy.”
Puck gulped and his mouth went a little dry on that last part. Taking into
consideration how their relationship had gotten started, they had been taking
things pretty slowly since. It wasn’t like they’d gone backward, they revisited
those initial activities frequently (and his girl was not selfish, let’s just
say that the first time was the lasttime he’d had to make a bathroom run), but
they hadn’t gone forward either. But lately, Rachel seemed to be getting
bolder. She was no longer content just to go along whenever he kicked things
into gear, now lighting the fuse herself as often as not. And she had been
increasingly, well, forward, in public. He didn’t want to push her – that was
one thing he promised himself he would never do – but he couldn’t help but
think about what they weren’t doing when she did things like tell him how sexy
he was in the middle of a crowded hallway.
Almost praying not to break whatever spell she had seemingly been under lately,
Puck replied with a simple, “Well babe, you’re not so bad yourself.”
                                      ~.~
The next morning, Rachel walked briskly, determinedly, to Santana’s locker,
clutching her math materials to her chest. “Good morning Brittany. Tina.
Santana, a word?” Without waiting for Santana’s response, Rachel grabbed one of
the straps of her backpack and pulled her down the hall to a bench in a
relatively quiet alcove.
“What the hell, Manhands?” Santana glared at Rachel as she was pulled down to
sit.
“Really, Santana?” Rachel rolled her eyes as she released the other girl and
smoothed her hands over her skirt. “I’m really quite disappointed in the lack
of creativity, or accuracy, for that matter, in your insulting nicknames. I
mean, although they certainly didn’t require much thought, at least the
monikers ‘dwarf’ or ‘midget,’ while still technically inaccurate, made some
sense, given my admittedly small stature. But ‘manhands’ is not only dull and
overused, but also highly invalid, mainly given said small stature.” Rachel
spread her hands in front of her so that both girls could see them, wiggling
her fingers a little and running the tip of one index finger over the nail of
the other and frowning at the chip in the polish. “My hands are very feminine,
if I do say so myself.” She folded them primly in her lap and watched as
Santana pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head.
“Oh dear Godhow does Puckerman put up with you?” Santana pressed two fingers
into each temple and glared back at Rachel. “Is there a point here?”
“First of all, I resent the implication that Noah has to ‘put up’ with me, when
what we have is -,”
“Yeah yeah, a beautiful relationship, mutual trust, respect, whatever. I get it
Berry.” She stopped when she noticed the mildly hurt expression on Rachel’s
face. “And okay,” she rolled her eyes, “I guess I see it. You and Puckerman
work. You make sense or whatever. Oh don’t look so surprised,” she smirked at
the wide-eyed expression on Rachel’s face, “if anything I should be saying ‘I
told you so.’ Or ya know, maybe ‘you’re welcome,’ since neither of you ever
bothered to reply to my texts. Two months,” she clucked her tongue, “suchbad
manners.”
“Okay Santana,” Rachel huffed a little and crossed her arms over her chest,
pressing her back against the wall behind her. “I get it. You were right. I had
feelings for Noah and I never should have argued otherwise. And yes, your” she
fought the urge to say ‘interference,’ given the word’s negative connotation,
“suggestionsdefinitely helped get us to the point we are at today.” She rolled
her eyes as Santana flipped her ponytail over her shoulder and grinned,
satisfied. “Anyway,” she cleared her throat and dropped her hands back to her
lap, her fingers twisting together anxiously, “I suppose you could say that’s
why I’m here, why I pulled you away from the others. I-I need your advice
again.”
“What,” Santana studied her own nails casually, “you come to your senses this
time around? Decide to come ask me yourself this time instead of making me drag
it out of you?”
Rachel lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “I guess you could put it
that way, yes.”
“Well hob-Rachel, let’s have it. I don’t got all day here.”
“Right. I apologize. Well, you see, given that you were basically the catalyst
that put certain events into motion, you are very aware of how mine and Noah’s
relationship started.” Rachel frowned a little and scrunched up her nose.
“Well, I mean, when it officiallystarted, at least in its current incarnation.
I hate to imply that our relationship formed based solely on -,”
“Puck’s wanted you for like, a year, and not just for the sex stuff. I just
gave both of your stubborn asses a push in the right direction. Doesn’t mean
that’s like, all your relationship is or what it’s about. That what you wanna
hear?”
Rachel smiled, lowering her head to hide her blush. “Yes Santana, if you are
sincere, and I truly believe that you are, that is lovely to hear. But again,
that brings me to the current issue that I would like to ask for your
assistance on. As I was saying, you know how our relationship came to be pushed
into existence, as you put it, and the fact that you are the only person who
knows that, as well as the fact that you did in fact give such good advice last
time, you are really the only person who I feel comfortable coming to with this
issue.”
Santana rolled her eyes, annoyed with Rachel’s wordiness, but a little proud of
herself at the same time.
“You see, it’s been more than two lovely months, and in that time, while we
have no problem returning to those initial activities,” Rachel’s face glowed
nearly the same color as Santana’s Cheerios uniform, “we haven’t exactly added
any newactivities to the repertoire. And lately -,”
“Wait. So, you’re telling me Noah fuckingPuckerman, pun intended, has been okay
with just like, going down on you for the past two months?”
“Well,” Rachel looked around, terrified at who might have just heard Santana’s
crass question. Seeing no one in ear shot, she continued. “Not exactly. I mean,
I’m more than happy to return the attention.”
“Whoa!” Santana cut both hands through the air between them and visibly
shuddered. “Okay. Enough. I don’t need all the dirty details of your and Puck’s
sex life.” She shook her head. “Oral life. Whatever.”
Rachel gasped. “Oh Santana, you’re right. I’m so sorry. That was entirely
inappropriate.” She covered her mouth with her hand but Santana only waved her
off flippantly then gestured for her to get on with the story. “Anyway,” Rachel
continued, much more quietly than before, her eyes trained on her lap, “lately
I’ve been thinking that, well, maybe I’m ready to change that.”
“Way to go Berry. Get you some.”
Rachel didn’t respond to the interruption, continuing with her speech. “But the
problem, if you can really call it that, is that Noah has been a perfect
gentleman this entire time,” Santana snorted a laugh, and again Rachel ignored
her, “and he’s so insistent on not pushing me that I can’t seem to make him see
that he wouldn’t be pushing, that I’m ready.”
“So,” Santana’s eyebrows drew down as she cocked her head and studied Rachel
carefully, “you like, told him you wanna do the nasty and he turned you down?”
“No,” Rachel drew the word out. “I mean, that’s not entirely how it happened.”
She picked again at her chipped nail while Santana just lifted an eyebrow and
waited for her to continue. “It’s just, I’m not the type of girl who can just
come out and say something like that. I’m not like you.” She stilled her hands
and darted her eyes up to meet Santana’s. “That type of … of forwardness
doesn’t work for me. But I’ve been dropping hints for weeks now, and he hasn’t
responded at all.”
Santana groaned a little and let her head drop back so that she was studying
the ceiling. Really, why did she bother with these people? “Okay, Rachel, look,
you’re about as subtle as a foghorn. And this is Noah fucking Puckerman we’re
dealing with here, again, pun intended. Trust me, if you were reallydropping
hints that you wanted to get it on, he’da been all over that shit. So maybe
you’re not really dropping hints.”
“But -,”
“No. Hear me out here. You’re tellin’ yourself you’re ready and that you’re
givin’ him hints. But obviously, if he’s not gettin’ it, then your hints are
shit. So maybe,” she paused and shook her head, rolling her eyes at herself
before continuing, “damn you people better be glad nice-Tana makes Britt happy
and that I like my girl happy -”
This was nice?
“- maybe you’re not really ready. Maybe you think you should be, or that you
need to be, to like keep him around or whatever, but that’s not the case. Like
I said, Puck’s wanted you, and not just in a sexual way, for a long ass time.
And since you two been together, he’s happy. Like, Jewfro-hasn’t-seen-the-
inside-of-a-dumpster-in-monthshappy. Now, will his head probably explode
whenever you two finally have your hot Jew-sex? Probably.” She paused for a
second and chuckled at something, though Rachel didn’t know what. “Pun
notintended that time. But seriously Rachel, I don’t really know when I’ve seen
him like this before – all calm and comfortable in his own skin – so whatever
you’re doin’, sexual and otherwise, it’s working.” Santana heard Rachel’s faint
sniffle and saw her moving toward her, but she didn’t have time to move, so she
just stiffened as Rachel’s arms wrapped around her body.
“Sorry, I had to do that,” Rachel smiled sheepishly as she pulled back.
“Whatever.” Santana made a show of dusting herself off and straightened her
uniform. “Anyway. Whenever you’re really ready, it’ll just happen. Naturally.
So, ya know, just go with the flow or whatever.”
Rachel gathered up the books she had set on the bench beside her when she and
Santana first sat down and stood to look down at the other girl. “Thank you
Santana. That was wonderful advice, and just what I needed to hear. I knew you
were the right person to come to with this issue. I’ll see you later in glee. I
look forward to hearing what you have to share with us this week.”
Santana only shook her head as she watched Rachel disappear into the sea of
people heading to their first period classes. Before she had a chance to start
toward her own class, though, she was cut off by the other half of Puckleberry
stalking toward her from the open door of the boys’ locker room. “What the hell
was that? You two were talking. Alone. She huggedyou.”
“Creep much?” Santana crossed her arms and watched him make his way across the
hall to her. “Just how long were you watching us?”
“Long enough. Now spill.”
“Don’t worry Puckerman, I wouldn’t dream of bringing your princess over to the
dark side.”
“Seriously Santana, what’s going on? I know what happened the last time you two
talked like that, so right now I don’t know whether to be excited or fucking
terrified.”
“Relax Puck. It was just a little girl talk.” She hiked her backpack a little
higher onto her shoulders and stood to face him squarely, planting one hand on
her hip and using the other to pat his cheek a little more roughly than Puck
would have liked. “But listen to me right now, pendejo,” she slid her hand off
his face to jam one very sharp fingernail into his chest, “Broadway’s putting a
lot on the line for you. And she trusts you. A fucking lot. She’s a good girl
and she thinks you’re a good guy. At least, that you’re a good guy for her.”
She turned on one heel and took a couple steps away from him before turning to
call back to him over her shoulder, “Don’t fuck it up, Noah.”
Puck stared at her, confused, until she was nearly halfway down the hall. He
finally got it together and called to her retreating back, “Didn’t plan on it,
Satan!”
                                      ~.~
Forget TGIF, Rachel was more of a TGIW (Thank God It’s Wednesday) kind of girl.
It was as if the stars had aligned to make Wednesdays ‘Rachel and Noah’ days.
Wednesday was the day that both of her fathers stayed at work late to get
caught up on work from the beginning of the week and to get a jump start on
Thursday and Friday so that they could be sure the weekend would be free. They
always followed this up with a nice dinner somewhere, just the two of them.
(They believed that romance and making time for one another was an essential
part of any healthy relationship. Rachel wholeheartedly agreed.) That put them
getting home no earlier than 9:30 or so for that one night every week.
Wednesday was also the day that Sarah rode the bus to Nana Connie’s to spend
the night, meaning that Noah was free of the babysitting duties that were his
responsibility every other week night. (The fact that he fulfilled those duties
without any serious complaints was just another of the things that Rachel
adored about him, and she often spent at least one or two nights a week sharing
that responsibility with him and helping him entertain the pre-teen.) So, what
all that really boiled down to was that the young couple often spent more time
together, truly together without any distractions or friends or family members,
on Wednesdays than any other day of the week, including weekends.
Basically, Wednesdays were ‘date night.’ And yeah, okay, date night in an empty
house for two teenagers definitely meant sexual gratification (‘cause even if
what they were doing wasn’t actuallysex, it was definitely gratifying) on a
pretty regular basis. It also always meant a Rachel Berry home-cooked meal, the
entire ABC comedy line-up, and lots of cuddling. And while Noah had certainly
changed her mind regarding certain oral acts (as well as their manual
counterparts), Rachel would be lying if she said anything other than the
cuddling was her favorite part. She just couldn’t find the words, even in her
vast vocabulary, to describe how good, how warm, how lovedshe felt when they
were lying on the couch watching ridiculous sitcom antics and Noah’s solid,
strong body was practically wrapped around hers. (And she was pretty sure, even
though he’d never actually said it, that Noah was quite fond of that part as
well. She always caught him burying his nose in her hair and running his
fingertips in wide circles over whatever skin he could find, even if it was
just her forearm or some other, equally un-sexy, body part.)
On the first Wednesday after Rachel’s conversation in the hall with Santana,
she felt much more relaxed than she had in weeks. She hadn’t given up on the
feeling that she was ready to take the next step with Noah, but her
conversation with her teammate had certainly put her at ease. Rachel had to
admit, not for the first time, that Santana’s advice on these particular
matters was good. If she couldn’t bring herself to initiate it, or at least
tell Noah she was ready for sex, then maybe she really wasn’t as ready as she
thought she was. And she had never really thought that she would lose Noah if
she didn’t have sex with him, but hearing it out loud from someone else, from
Santana, no less, was definitely comforting. So she decided to let it go; it
would happen when it happened. After all, she had a sweet, dependable, sexy
boyfriend whom she should just be focused on enjoying and appreciating. She was
sure that when they were ready, the two of them, as a couple, it would happen
naturally. And that decision made it the best Wednesday in a while.
Puck noticed the difference in Rachel that week. She had been so excited when,
after just a couple weeks of dating, she’d realized how much time they got
alone together on Wednesdays. And more than once he’d given her a hard time
about “sitting around the house doing nothing” for hours on that one night
every week, but he loved it. He loved that there were no dads, no mom or Sarah,
no friends to ‘accidentally’ get in the way (there was no way Finn hadn’t known
Rachel was over that Saturday he came busting into Puck’s house with Madden 12
and all the glee guys in tow – no way), no glee, no distractions at all. In
fact, the only time she even sang on Wednesday nights was under her breath with
the tv or with the radio while she was cooking – and he lovedher singing, but
he liked it the most that way, without the pressure of it being for like, a
competition or assignment or whatever. And he loved her cooking, even when she
didn’t make a ‘carnivorous’ alternative for him, and since his mom worked
nights, it was often the only fresh, home-cooked meal he got during the week.
Hell, he even grew to like the goofy shows she made him watch. So maybe ‘Happy
Endings’ wasn’t exactly what it sounded like (and yeah, he knew it was on
network tv, but he couldn’t help but hope), but that shit was pretty funny. But
for the past few weeks, she’d been different. She was all tense, and they’d be
watching tv, and she wouldn’t be laughing, like, even when ‘Modern Family’ was
on and Cam and Mitchell had this big like, disagreement over Cam’s birthday
party and ‘following the birthday flag,’ and he knows that’s right up her
alley, and then next thing he knew she was on top of him pushing her tongue
into his mouth and holding onto his shirt like she was afraid he would
disappear if she let go for even a second. And ok, he went along with it,
‘cause, hello, he’s never, ever, gonna say no to makin’ out with his girl. But
still, it was different, cause after a little while she’d fizzle out and she’d
look at him kinda sad before she rolled off and curled back into him, locking
her fingers with his and squeezing super tight, and he had no fuckin’ clue what
that was all about. Now finally, hisRachel was back. She was cool, and chill,
and laughing and bouncing around the kitchen while she made some eggplant thing
that he would grumble about but probably love. It still made him a little
uncomfortable that all this change had come right after he saw his girl talkin’
off in some corner with Satan, but that wasn’t about to stop him from enjoying
it.
Later, after homework (because apparently, being with Rachel also made him a
much better student) and eggplant casserole, Puck sat on one end of the couch,
one hand clutching a Coke bottle and hanging off the arm and the other running
over Rachel’s back where she lay with her head in his lap. He looked down at
his girl when he heard her sigh.
“I hate reruns. It’s just ridiculous that we have to wait from Christmas until
February for new shows. Don’t they know people care about these characters!”
Puck laughed and scratched up and down her spine a couple times before
responding. “Wanna change the channel? ‘M sure we could find an episode of
something on cable ya haven’t seen before, or a movie or something.”
“No,” she sighed again, “it’s still funny when Sue dresses up as the crayon.
And her first kiss story is cute and actually quite uplifting.”
Right. Puck was more of an Axl guy himself (he wished he could get away with
walking around in his underwear all the time, but his ma would bite his head
off), but whatever. “Whatever you want babe.”
Rachel hummed (purred) a little and pushed herself farther up into Noah’s lap
so that her head rested on the arm of the couch and most of her upper body
stretched across his legs. Without new and interesting storylines on her
favorite shows to entertain her, she found herself getting lost in the feeling
of Noah’s fingers tracing random, soothing patterns over her back. It had been
a while since she’d enjoyed a Wednesday this much. She had never stopped being
happy with Noah, of course. She’d just let the sex thing get so into her head
that it was hard to just relax and be herself when they were alone. It was nice
to have that back.
She closed her eyes and tucked her arms under her, flattening her back a bit
more, when his fingers slipped under her shirt to run over her bare back. She
lovedwhen Noah rubbed her back. Not even in a massage kind of way, but just
with his fingers moving lightly over her skin, or even scratching gently. It
was soothing, and it seemed very intimate to her. It had only been a couple
minutes, not even the full length of the commercial break, but Rachel felt
herself starting to drift off when she felt a tug on the back of her shirt. She
twisted to look up at Noah, who was looking back at her questioningly, one
eyebrow lifted and a small, sweet smile tugging at his lips. Rachel wasn’t
stupid; she knew what the removal of clothing generally led to. (And she
certainly wouldn’t mind if that’s where things headed. Again, she wasn’t
stupid.) But she knew that while that thought was most definitely bouncing
around in Noah’s head, it wasn’t the main reason he was asking if she wanted to
take off her shirt. He would be sure to capitalize on the lack of clothing
later, but his initial motivation, Rachel was pretty sure, was that he was
getting annoyed by having his arm pinned down by her sweater.
When Rachel pushed herself off him, rocking back onto her heels to tug her
sweater over her head, Puck leaned forward to drop his Coke bottle onto the
coffee table, pulling her in for a kiss by the sweater that was hanging off
both her arms on his way back. He smirked at her blush when his eyes skimmed
over her body, then gripped her arm gently and tugged her back onto his lap
once she had folded her sweater neatly and set it on the table next to his
soda. “Much better.” He grinned at her giggle when he went back to rubbing her
back and ran his newly empty hand through her hair.
By the time the closing credits of ‘The Middle’ were rolling, Puck really
thought Rachel was asleep. He couldn’t see her face to be sure, but she hadn’t
said anything in like, 10 minutes (a lifetime by Rachel Berry standards) and
her breathing was all deep and even, and even though it was only 8:30, he knew
how she got when they just sat around and he like, petted her, or whatever. But
then she shifted, folding her hands under her cheek and settling a little
deeper onto him and when he ran his hand up under the back of her bra, she
said, “You can just take that off, if you want,” all quiet and without really
moving. Fuck yeah he wanted. Without actually answering, he flicked his thumb
and two fingers over the clasp and sent the two sides of the cute little silky
yellow number falling away from her body. He heard her giggle at the triumphant
“score” he let out under his breath, but when she sat up to slide the straps
over her shoulders and off her arms, she turned to look at him and looked
really fuckin’ serious all of a sudden. Rachel just kind of tossed the bra
behind her onto the table without taking her eyes off him and when she leaned
into him, his arms instinctively wrapped around her, one hand on the small of
her back pressing her against him and the other splayed between her bare
shoulder blades. He felt her hands on his face half a second before her lips
hit his, almost instantly drawing his bottom lip between both of hers.
Rachel had decided to just go with the flow, let things happen naturally.
Really. But this was different from all those other times she climbed on top of
him with the intent of trying to get him to understand that she was ready for
more. She’d been laying there for nearly 30 minutes, feeling Noah’s hand
running over her body, and it just felt so good. He just felt so good, and so
right. And when she suggested taking off her bra, she really was just thinking
of his convenience until she sat up and saw his face. And he wasn’t even
looking at her like that, not really, but he was looking at her and his hand
was kind of resting on her knee while he waited for her to lie back down and
she just really, really wanted him.
So maybe she was letting things happen naturally, after all.
They stayed that way for a minute or so, her on her knees next to Noah and his
body twisted around so that he could kiss her and hold her and just kind of run
his hands over her back. (And Rachel couldn’t help but notice the difference
between how that felt at that moment and how it had felt just moments before.)
When she felt his teeth sink into her bottom lip, causing her to gasp and give
him an opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth and over hers, Rachel
slid her hands down to grip his shoulders as she turned a little and threw one
leg over both of his so that their bodies were squared to one another and she
was straddling him. A tingle slid down her spine when Noah’s hands slid up so
that both of his palms pressed against her shoulder blades and his long fingers
hooked over her shoulders.
It wasn’t long before the situation was escalating, Noah’s mouth sliding across
her cheek to tug at her earlobe then back across her jaw, and when he started
working his way down the column of her throat, Rachel’s head fell back and her
hands slid down his chest and then over his stomach until her fingers were
gripping the hem of his shirt. She gathered the material into her hands and
forced her body to push away from his as she started to drag the shirt up his
torso. His eyes, clear and kind of dancing and greener than usual, stared back
into hers as he dragged his own hands around to the front of her body before
lifting them over his head. She wondered if he felt it too, how different, how
much more,everything seemed to be.
Puck watched Rachel, her eyes glued to his own and her mouth set determinedly,
as she pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it behind her to join hers on
the table. They’d done this dozens of times before – making out, clothes coming
off, even the other stuff it tended to lead to – but for some reason, this shit
felt big. It could have been the way she’d been all different lately and was
finally back to herself, or the way she’d been so quiet through it all, not
saying and just doing, but whatever it was, he had a feeling this was not like
all the other times. He lowered his arms, but instead of immediately wrapping
them around her and pulling her back in like he knew she expected (he knew his
girl, and he knew that cute, confused little head tilt), he placed his hands
flat against her stomach and moved them slowly up her body until he was cupping
both of her boobs, his thumbs tracing smaller and smaller circles until they
were just brushing over her nipples. He watched with a smirk as her eyelids
drooped and she drew her top lip into her mouth between her teeth. He leaned
forward enough to press his lips against her collarbone at her right shoulder
and kissed his way across to the other side. Deciding she was sufficiently
distracted, he slid one hand back around to her back and pushed the other into
her hair then sat back against the back of the couch and pulled her with him
until her mouth was back on his and her body was again pressed tight to him.
Rachel whimpered, then moaned, when her bare chest pressed against Noah’s. She
thought distractedly (verydistractedly, because one of his hands was holding
her to him, fingers almost digging into her back, and the other was pulling
just a little at her hair and his mouth was … anyway …) that she’d never
actually felt that before. Of course they’d gone that far, farther even, plenty
of times, but the activities they typically engaged in didn’t really call for
them to be face-to-face (or by extension, chest-to-chest). Sure, she’d felt his
body on hers before, his chest brushing across hers as they moved, but it was
the first time she’d felt it like that, her breasts pressed against his chest
and nearly every inch of her skin from her waist up coming into contact with
his, and she liked it. A lot. She flexed her hands at his sides, then,
realizing that there was nothing there for her to hold onto, slid them up his
body – up his ribs to his shoulders, then over to wrap her arms around his
neck.
Having Rachel in his lap, straddling him, her boobs pressed against his chest
and her tongue doing that thing where it slides over his then runs along the
roof of his mouth? Hot. And Puck was loving it. But since she was on his lap,
he had to crane his neck back to reach her mouth, which he wasn’t used to, and
sure, he’dve been more than happy letting her mouth go and putting his own to
work teasing one of her nipples like she loved, except, did he mention that her
boobs were pressed against his chest? And he wasn’t so okay giving that up just
yet. So instead, he held her tight against him as he stood, then turned and
propped one knee on the couch to support some of their weight as he lowered her
down onto it. He got her laid out on the couch, one of her legs between his
knee and the back of the couch and the other hanging off so her foot rested on
the floor, her hair spread across the throw pillow her head rested on, and
started to push himself up to take some of his weight off of her. He stopped
when he felt her nails dig into his back. “No?” he asked, pulling his head back
so he could see her face. She shook her head, and he moaned when she lifted her
foot off the floor to wrap her leg around his waist and hold his hips down
against hers. “Works for me,” he mumbled into her neck as he lifted his own
foot of the floor and settled himself between her legs.
Rachel being under him ensured that her tight, smooth little body wasn’t going
to go anywhere that wasn’t pushed right up against his, Puck’s hands were free
to roam. He moved them both, one from her back and one from the back of her
neck, to her hipbones, just above the waistline of her skirt. He ran his thumbs
over her hips a few times while his mouth worked on marking her just behind her
ear. He knew that hickeys in visible areas were a no-no, but when was the last
time Rachel wore her hair up? No one would see that shit besides him, and even
then, it would be the next time they were doing this, and that was just hot.
When he was satisfied his girl now wore the Puckerman stamp of approval, he
started moving his mouth down and his hands up. Just when his tongue hit that
almost ticklish spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder so that her eyes
closed tight and her head twisted in the other direction to give him all the
access he could need, his hands slid up the sides of her boobs and he arched
his back to lift his own chest off hers just enough to slide his fingertips
between them. He ran his fingers over her lightly a couple times at first,
teasing her, then pressed his hands a little harder against her and pinched
each nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them a little,
before he lowered himself back onto her and pushed his hands back down her
sides toward her waist.
Rachel shivered when she felt Noah’s thumbs dip under the waistbands of her
skirt and panties just between her hipbones. She arched her back, pressing
herself up against him, and moved her hands from his back to his face when he
growled against her shoulder. She pulled him until they were eye-to-eye again
and smiled at him quickly before she pulled him down so that his lips crashed
onto hers. She was enjoying the taste of him, loving the confident way he both
pushed his tongue into her mouth and sucked hers into his own, when she felt
his hands moving around to the small of her back, all of his fingers now
skimming across her skin beneath the fabric of her clothes. One hand pulled out
of her skirt to grip the zipper and he stilled for a second before pulling back
to look at her, as always, for permission to go farther. She was sure that if
she opened her mouth, nothing intelligible would come out, so she just lifted
her head to tug at his lip a little with her teeth and arched her hips off the
couch. Noah was never one to waste time, and within seconds he was kneeling
between her legs and pulling her skirt and panties down to her knees, then
gently working first one leg and then the other free of the garments. Once she
was completely naked beneath him, he tossed her last pieces of clothing onto
the growing pile on the coffee table.
Still sitting up on his knees, his weight back on the heels of his feet, Noah
grabbed each of her legs behind her knees and lifted them until she was lying
with both knees bent, feet flat against the couch cushions. He slid both hands
slowly down the outsides of her thighs then up the sides of her body until he
moved them up onto her shoulders and began to work his way back down. He spread
his fingers wide, barely touching her as he brushed his hands over her breasts
and back down her body. Goosebumps popped up all over her legs when his hands
ghosted up the insides of her thighs back to her knees. He kept going until he
hit her ankles, then, holding them both in his hands, he grinned down at her
and scooted back until he was practically sitting on the arm of the couch. That
grin never failed to make Rachel’s stomach clench and her skin burn. “God baby,
the things I wanna do to you.” And then there was just no accounting for the
things that happened to her body when he growled at her like that. ”The things
I’m gonna make you feel. You ready for this?”
Rachel nodded and reached for him, dropping her hands to her sides when she
realized she couldn’t reach him without sitting up, which she was in no state
to do. He chuckled at her a little then lifted the foot that wasn’t trapped
between his knee and the back of the couch until his mouth was on her ankle and
moving down her calf with a series of kisses, licks, and nips. He stopped about
halfway to her knee and murmured against her skin, “Always taste so fuckin’
good. So perfect, Rach.” He lowered her leg, and his own body with it, as his
kisses traveled closer and closer to where she was already throbbing, aching
almost. His mouth continued to move almost torturously slowly, but his hands
moved faster, sliding up the backs of her thighs until he was cupping her butt
in both hands. Finally, she felt his breath on her and she couldn’t help but
giggle when he kissed the sensitive skin at the crease of her thigh. She
reached for him, grabbing his face and stopping him before he could press his
lips against her core, which she knew he was seconds away from doing.
Puck jerked his head in her hands, looking up at her with his eyes wide and his
eyebrows bunched together in confusion. “You don’t want me to?” And if she said
no, he’d totally stop. Always. But shit, he could spend like, all day every day
down there and be happy. ‘Cause Rachel Berry? Totally his favorite taste in the
whole damn world.
The look on Noah’s face, shocked and confused and even a little hurt, affected
her so much that Rachel almost let him go and told him to go back to what he
was doing, that she hadn’t meant to stop him in the first place. But then, he
squeezed her butt a little while he was waiting for her answer and she saw the
muscles from his forearms all the way up into his shoulders and even a little
across his back flexing and moving, and it wasn’t that she didn’t want him to
do that so much as it was that she wanted him to do so much more. So instead of
answering, she tugged on his head until he crawled back up her body and hovered
over her, looking straight down into her eyes with more than a little
confusion.  She leaned up and traced the seam of his lips with her tongue until
he relaxed a bit and lowered himself down onto her.
“Rachel,” Puck mumbled out between kisses, because now she was kissing down his
chin and onto his throat, and sue him if that made it a little difficult to
concentrate, “do you,” he moaned, shit, where were her hands going? “Do you
wanna stop baby?” He was pretty sure she was trying to pay him back for that
hickey he had given her earlier, and her hands were moving down his stomach and
over his abs, and generally, that meant anything but stop. But then, he wasn’t
completely sure, since she’d hit the brakes just before what was normally her
favorite part, and he always wanted to be completely sure. She pulled back from
his neck and looked up at him, and oh shit was he in trouble, because he knew
that smirk. That was hissmirk. But before he had a chance to worry too much
about what it might mean, his jeans were moving, sliding and twisting on his
hips, and he looked down to see her delicate hands tugging first at his belt,
then, once she’d gotten it open, at the button of his pants. “Hey babe, it’s
okay. I’m good with this bein’ just for you.” He shifted all his weight onto
one arm and moved the other hand to his waist, where hers were currently
working on his zipper, and tried to stop her, but she slapped him away and kept
going, starting to work his jeans and underwear down over his hips. “Rach,
seriously, consider it, like, repayment for this weekend when you were, ya
know, outta commission or whatever and it was all about me.” He had to grit his
teeth together when she’d gotten his pants as far down his legs as she could
reach and scraped her nails back up the backs of his thighs before stopping and
tracing patterns onto his ass.
“Actually,” Rachel kept one hand on Noah’s butt and brought the other up to his
face to cup his cheek and run her thumb over his cheekbone, “I was hoping maybe
this would be about bothof us.” She watched him, amused and nervous, as his
eyes flitted over her face while he tried to figure out exactly what she was
saying and if she really meant it.
“Yeah?” Puck finally found his voice, after swallowing hard a couple times once
he finally realized just what Rachel was saying. (What he thoughtshe was saying
– what he really, really hoped she was saying.) He grinned back when she smiled
up at him and he kissed her thumb when she smoothed it over his lips.
“Yeah.”
He reached behind him quickly and jerked his wallet out of the back pocket of
his jeans and tossed it onto the arm of the couch behind Rachel’s head before
kicking his pants, and his briefs, almost frantically down his legs until
finally they were caught on his feet and he had to twist his body around to
jerk them off and throw them onto the table to complete the pile they had made.
Rachel wanted to laugh. Really. Because her badass boyfriend looked absolutely
adorable and just plain silly kicking off his pants like that. But he was
kicking off his pants, and she was already completely naked, and there was
absolutely nothing funny about that. And then he was straightening his body
back out and re-settling himself between her legs and she could feel him,
already hard, pressing against her thigh. And that was new. She’d had him in
her hands, and even her mouth, many times, and she’d felt him on her leg or
stomach, straining against his jeans as they made out. But she’d never really
felt him, hard and hot, velvety skin stretched taut, with anything other than
her hand or her tongue. She realized that there was nothing between them;
nothing stopping him from being inside her, a partof her, and she grabbed his
face with both hands, kissing him hard, desperately.
Puck dove into the kiss, sliding a hand under her back and shifting all his
weight to that arm and bringing the other hand to cover her boob. He stayed
there for a couple minutes, first massaging it with his whole hand then
plucking at her nipple with his fingers and finally rolling his thumb over it a
few times before moving his hand down her stomach and sliding it between her
legs. He moaned and dropped his forehead to the pillow under Rachel’s head.
“Fuck,” he growled into her ear, “so wet baby. So good.” He ran his middle
finger up her slit and around her clit. “That for me, baby? Did I do that to
you, Rachel?”
“Always Noah,” Rachel breathed out and pressed her head into the pillow, her
neck strained and her body arched up against his. “It’s always for you.”
Puck moaned again and dug his fingers into the small of Rachel’s back. For
someone who liked to talk as much as Rachel did, his girl was usually
uncharacteristically quiet when he was going down on her. (Normally a question
like that would be answered by Rachel biting her lip and nodding all timid-like
and blushing, because no matter how many times he did it, she somehow still
seemed a little sheepish when he buried his face in her, which for some reason,
he kinda loved.) But hell, if she wanted to talk for this, if she wanted to say
shit like that, he was game. Without taking his hand off of her, he bent to
take one of her nipples into his mouth, closing his lips around it and sucking,
then swirling his tongue over it. He felt her moving and opened his eyes,
shifting them up to see her digging through his wallet, a look of grim
determination on her face. Finally finding what he knew she had to be looking
for, she smiled triumphantly and pulled the condom from the little pocket
behind his license before throwing the wallet carelessly to the floor. And then
he had to kiss her like, more than he’d ever had to kiss anyone ever, ‘cause
that was pretty much the hottest thing he’d ever seen. (And yeah, ok, that
probably had something to do with the fact that it was Rachel, but whatever.
Didn’t change the facts.) He abandoned her chest and kissed her, sweeping his
tongue through her mouth and dragging his teeth across her lips, until she was
pressed into the couch and her hands were gripping the sides of his neck and he
could feel the little foil packet pressing against his skin.
Rachel moaned into Noah’s mouth when he sucked lightly on her tongue at the
same time that he pushed his middle finger just barely into her and brushed his
thumb over her clit. Before her brain caught up with her body to react, though,
his hand was off her completely and the cool air she could feel taking the
place of his warm hand made her whimper. He smiled against her mouth and kissed
her sweetly, a series of quick, gentle pecks that contrasted greatly with the
way he’d been kissing her just seconds before, as his hand came up to cover her
own that was still holding the condom.
“You wanna do it?”
His voice was deep, gravelly, and she couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs
around his. She shook her head and smiled sheepishly. “I-I might mess it up.
That was the only one.” She loved the way he didn’t act disappointed or even
amused by her worry, only smiling at her before pressing his lips to her cheek.
“Another time then.” Rachel nodded in agreement.
Puck slipped his arm out from under her and sat back on his heels, noting the
way her eyes followed him then dropped to his dick once he was settled. She
said she didn’t wanna do it this time, which was cool (and he’d never get mad
if his girl just wasn’t ready to go all the way, but if she was ready and
willing and then they had to stop ‘cause they had a condom malfunction, he
might just lose his shit), but that didn’t mean she couldn’t help. He picked up
her right hand and guided it to him, moving slowly and giving her time to push
herself up onto her other elbow. This she’d done before, and she was damn good
at it, so once he had her fingers wrapped around him, he moved his own hand and
went about opening the condom wrapper. She looked at him uncertainly for a
second, but he leaned forward and kissed her, and she started stroking him,
setting a slow but steady pace and twisting her wrist at the top every so
often. He let her work for a minute or so, his eyes closed and his forehead
pressed against hers, once he had the condom ready and waiting in his hand.
Finally, he kissed her again and moved her hand gently, resting it on his hip,
so he could roll the condom on.
Rachel watched, fascinated, as Noah rolled the condom smoothly over his length.
And because she was still watching him, she couldn’t miss the way he twitched
when she licked her lips and let her nails bite into his skin. She looked back
up to find him watching her much the way she had been watching him and lifted
her hand to wrap around the back of his neck, fingers gripping his mohawk, so
she could pull him with her as she laid back. She waited while he situated
himself, once again, between her legs and on top of her. “I’m ready Noah,” she
whispered against his lips and closed her eyes when she felt his hand brush
over her hip and her lower stomach as he reached to line himself up with her.
“You sure about this Rach? You wanna stop, we stop, but ya gotta tell me like,
right now.”
“Positive.” She watched Noah’s eyes widen just a little before he nodded and
pushed his hips forward so that the head of his penis brushed against her and
just teased at her entrance. Her eyes had fallen closed when he started to
move, but they flew open when she felt him jerk his hips back and heard him
suck in a hiss between his teeth. “Noah?”  She stared up at him, concerned.
Fuck. He was ready to stop at so much as a hesitation from Rachel, but there
she was with that big, neon, fucking flashinggreen light, and he’s wanted this
so badfor so long, and he’s right there, and shit. It just felt so good and it
was almost too much. And then she was looking at him like she was afraid she
did something wrong, and he didn’t know what else to tell her, so he decided he
should probably just tell her that. “I’m good baby. You just feel so damn good.
Too good.” He leaned down to brush his nose along hers and kiss that spot on
her neck just under her jaw that made her go a little bit liquid. “Just need a
second to get my shit together.”
“Noah,” her voice had an amused lilt to it for a second, “you’ve done this
before.” And she knew he had, so she didn’t know why it came out sounding so
much like a question. She was just confused.
He pulled back and looked down at her, making sure she could tell just how
serious he was, before he whispered, “Not with you.” Her jaw dropped a little
and her eyes grew wide and for a split second he could have laughed at her, but
then both of her hands were on his ass and pulling him toward her. Puck thanked
God for his quick reflexes and his strength (both physical and mental) when he
managed to stop just as his head brushed against her, and Godshe was so wet and
warm and he wondered where in the hell all this self-control had come from all
of a sudden. “Slow down, baby.” He kissed her cheek just in front of her ear.
“Don’t wanna hurt you.” And that was probably a shit thing to say, ‘cause he
knew it was gonna hurt her no matter what, but all he could hope for was that
it didn’t hurt too much. And she was so damn wet and he’d had his fingers in
her before (yeah, fingers, plural, ‘cause no way one would come close to
preparing her for this, let’s just face the facts), so he was really holding
onto that hope.
Rachel knew it was going to hurt. She hadn’t deluded herself into thinking
otherwise. She was even prepared for the very likely possibility that she
wouldn’t even have an orgasm this first time. But she was okay with that.
Because she knew Noah would give her more than enough orgasms to make up for it
later on. That wasn’t even really what this was about. She just wanted to be
close to him, as close as she possibly could be, and share that intimate moment
with him, and when he looked at her and told her as sincerely as Noah Puckerman
had probably ever said anything in his life that he needed to take a moment to
get himself together just because this time he was going to be with her and
that it was “too good,” she wanted the intimacy and closeness and him as fast
as she could possibly get it. But of course, he was Noah, and he’d wanted to
look out for her, to take care of her. So that left her laying there, his lips
moving sweetly over her cheek and jaw and his tip resting just at her opening
and she was afraid that if he didn’t just moveshe was absolutely going to die.
And then, he did. He reached for one of her hands and laced their fingers
together and pushed his hips forward no more than an inch. And she knew it was
just beginning, that there was so much more to come, but Noah was insideher,
and it was amazing.
“Good?” She could feel his lips moving across the shell of her ear when he
asked.
“Amazing.” She squeezed his hand when his mouth closed around her ear and he
pushed in a little deeper.
Puck didn’t move again for a minute or so, trying to give Rachel’s body a
chance to adjust to him. He kept kissing her – her ear, cheek, neck, chin,
lips, anything he could reach – until he felt her squirm, wiggling her hips
beneath him, and then he couldn’t have waited longer if he’d tried. He
tightened his hand around hers and moved the one under her back up to cradle
her head, then, with his mouth pressed against hers, he rolled his hips
forward, pushing as far into her as he was probably going to get for a while.
He felt her suck in a sharp breath, and when he opened his eyes hers were
closed tightly and she might have been clenching her jaw just a little, but he
couldn’t help but be kinda relieved because at least there were no tears.
‘Cause he was 117% sure that if there’d been tears, he’dve been out of her and
holding her in his lap in .7 seconds or less. “Still good?” he whispered
against her lips.
Rachel pulled back as far as she could so that she could see him and so that he
could, in turn, see her. “Perfect.” She slid the hand not still tangled with
Noah’s, the one that had been gripping his bicep as he moved over and inside
her, up his arm and across the back of his shoulders to hold his body against
hers. “It feels – youfeel perfect.”
“God, Rachel,” he growled as he pulled out slowly, stopping when just the tip
was still inside her, then pushed even more slowly back in. “So wet. So tight,
baby, fuck.” As he pushed into her, he saw her flinch a little, but her eyes
stayed open and she was smiling up at him even as he continued to move, still
more slowly than he would have thought possible.
“Noah?” Puck had buried his face in Rachel’s neck as he continued to push into
her, inhaling her scent and kind of letting himself get caught up in being
surrounded by her, but he pulled back to look at her when she called his name.
“Yeah baby?” His voice was low, quiet and almost reverent, as he pulled his
hand from hers and brushed her bangs off her forehead and away from her eyes
then let his hand drop to her shoulder.
Rachel let her eyes flutter closed for a second, because her senses were
already overwhelmed by the nearly intoxicating smell of Noah, and the sound of
his heavy breaths and low moans in her ear, and then, of course, the feeling of
him moving in and almost out of her. And then his fingers were moving on her
neck and shoulder and it was almost too much to handle. After a moment she
caught her breath, and when she opened her eyes again, he was lowering his head
to drop soft kisses over her collarbone, so she dropped her head back as far as
she could, opening herself up to him. “Could you,” she closed her eyes again
when she felt Noah’s tongue dip into the hollow of her throat, “can you,” her
hand gripped his shoulder when his teeth scraped across her skin, “go faster?
Please Noah, faster.” Both of her legs came up to wind around his waist,
pushing him just a little deeper inside her.
Puck bit down on Rachel’s shoulder a little harder than he meant to, but shit,
she’s breathin’ heavy and scratching her nails over his back and, holy fuck,
then she’s wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing him deeper than he
even thought he’d be able to go so soon and asking him to go faster. Not
exactly something he could (or would want to) say no to. He buried his hand a
little deeper in her hair and darted his tongue out to soothe the spot on her
shoulder he had just bitten and moved his hips faster, picking up speed until
he had reached a steady pace that almost had him seeing stars. And he would
have worried about hurting her, except her head was still thrown back and she
was breathing with these airy little pants, so he was pretty sure pain wasn’t
an issue anymore. “Oh. My,” he growled into her chest, “Rachel, God,” he moaned
when her heel dug into his ass, “shit baby. Yeah, perfect. So fucking perfect.
God you’re so good.” And shitthere was more to it than that, but his brain was
quickly shutting down ‘cause all he could feel was Racheland wetand tight, and
even if he didn’t get the other part out, it was still true is it was. “So
good.” He tried again, his teeth ground together and his hand holding onto her
shoulder for dear life as he slid into her again and heard her breath come out
as a moan. “With words.” There. Finally. Shit. He knew he sounded like a moron,
too, but that was like, #763 on his list of things he cared about at the
moment.
He felt Rachel’s chest vibrate when she giggled, then felt her hand fly off his
back, and when he pulled away to look at her, she was staring up at him with
wide eyes and her hand clapped over her mouth. “You know,” he grinned as he
lowered his mouth to her ear, “it’s okay for sex to be fun.” He ran his tongue
from her earlobe up over the outside of her ear as he rolled his hips like he
had been doing the other day in glee when he caught her staring at him while
they were supposed to be trying to come up with dance moves. Rachel giggled
again, harder, and he felt her tighten even more around him and for a second,
he could swear he might’ve blacked out. He opened his mouth to say something,
then stopped, because you don’t tell a girl you love her for the first time
when you’re inside her, at least not if you really meant it. And he did. Mean
it, that is. So instead he occupied his mouth kissing hers again, because as
far as he was concerned, it’d been far too long since the last time he tasted
her. Besides, he’d have plenty of chances to tell her later, and she’d know it
wasn’t just because she was practically fucking him breathless. (And now he had
living proof that lack of experience didn’t have to mean shit, ‘cause this
right here? Best he’d ever had.)
Noah started to slide his hand off her shoulder, and Rachel instinctively moved
her own hand to his back as his skimmed over her breast for just a second
before moving lower. “Noah, I -,” she lost her train of thought for a second
when his tongue trailed down the front of her throat, “It’s the first time. I
probably won’t, I don’t think I’ll,” she was sure she’d never been so
inarticulate in her life, and also sure that she’d never cared less, “I mean,
you don’t have to -,”
“Come on Rach,” he pushed himself up onto his elbow, “you know it ain’t over
till the hot lady sings.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows as he looked down
at her, “And you know I know how to make you sing.”
Rachel let out a long, high-pitched sigh when Noah’s hand slid down to just
above where his body met hers, the pad of his middle finger rubbing circles
over her clit. “See?” She opened her eyes just enough to see him still hovering
over her, watching her as he played her body as well as he played his guitar.
She had to smile at the self-satisfied smirk he wore. Yes, he certainly knew
how to make her sing, as he liked to put it.
“Noah, that’s,” she breathed deeply, heavily, “that’s so, OH!” Her nails dug
into his skin, leaving a mark, she was sure, as her hands traveled down his
back because she just couldn’t resist the urge to push him into her, because
she’d asked him to go faster, but now what she really needed was for him to go
harder. “Yes, Noah, that’s, just like that.”
Puck was really fuckin’ thankful for the sting he felt when Rachel scratched
her nails down his back, because if it hadn’t been for that, he just might have
lost it right then, and his girl wasn’t there yet and that just was not cool.
He just needed time, just a little more time, and he knew he’d have her
piercin’ his eardrums in the best possible way – and then he flicked his finger
over her clit and he could feel how tight she was getting, and she was pressing
her legs so hard around his waist that he thought she might end up with bruises
from his hipbones, and he knew what all that meant. “Come on baby. I know you
want it. Just let go Rach. Let go for me, baby.”
Rachel did not expect to climax her first time. That’s just not the way it
usually worked. But she should have known better than to expect her first time,
her and Noah’s first time, to be ‘usual.’ Because this was Noah Puckerman she
was dealing with, and on top of being a self-proclaimed badass and sex shark
(and she’d certainly had reason for a while now to have faith in every ounce of
his bravado, in fact, she sometimes wondered if maybe he hadn’t been selling
himself short all that time), she was pretty sure she was in love with him.
That second reason alone was probably enough to change everything, she knew.
Whatever the reason was, she was lying under Noah as he stared down at her, an
expression she recognized as both determination and awe on his face, as he
moved inside her and worked his fingers over her and she couldn’t deny the
burning tightness that was building low in her belly. She was vaguely aware of
him talking to her, encouraging her, as her body tuned out everything except
the feeling growing deep inside her. Then suddenly, he was pressing down on her
just a little harder and pushing into her just a little faster, and something
inside her snapped and the whole world just kind of exploded around her. “Noah!
Noah, yes!” For a moment, Rachel was positive that she lost control of her
body, because her head whipped from side to side and her hands gripped Noah’s
butt until somewhere in the back of her mind she worried that she was going to
draw blood. And this was nowhere near the first time he had brought her to
climax, but it was by far the most intense, most wonderful thing she had ever
felt.
Puck didn’t know if he’d managed to make Rachel come just in time, or if her
getting off around him like that was what pushed him over the edge, but either
way, as soon as her walls started to flutter around him, he was done. He barely
managed to hold himself up over her on shaking arms as his thrusts lost their
rhythm and he came inside her, grunting out her name as she cried his.
Rachel looped her arms lazily over Noah’s back as he collapsed onto her and
buried his face in her hair. She smiled and brought one hand up to comb through
his mohawk when he kissed her shoulder before turning to nuzzle his nose
against her cheek and wrapping his arms around her waist. “At the risk of
sounding redundant,” she started quietly, “that was perfect.”
“Mmhmm,” was all he could manage to respond, and Rachel had to laugh.
“Noah,” she smiled when his arms tightened around her, “Noah, as lovely as this
is, we can’t stay here like this. We have to get up and get dressed.”
“No,” he grumbled when Rachel tried to wiggle out of his grasp, “mine.”
“While that is a very sweet, albeit somewhat barbaric sentiment, and while I
would love nothing more than to continue to lay here with you, we should at
least have a few more layers of clothing between us as we do so, considering my
dads should be home shortly.” At the mention of her dads, Noah was jumping off
her to stand in front of the couch, looking positively panicked.
“Shit. Clothes. Dammit, where the fuck are my pants?”
“Noah,” Rachel sat up and reached for his hand. “Noah,” she tugged and waited
until he stopped spinning in frantic circles and looked down at her, “all of
your clothes are right there on the coffee table, along with mine.” She bent to
retrieve his wallet from the floor where she had thrown it before. “Here’s your
wallet. Now go up to my bathroom and clean yourself up. You can dispose of the
condom in there.”
Puck finally got his shit together, because it was whack that Rachel was the
one having to calm his ass down. (And speaking of his ass, he was pretty sure
it was currently sporting one really hot set of marks from Rachel’s nails.
Nice.) “Rach, I’m not just gonna leave you down here alone.”
“Your chivalry is greatly appreciated Noah, but not necessary. I’m sure we have
plenty of time before they get home anyway, but just in case we don’t, we both
know it would be better if I’m the one down here to greet them. I’ll just step
into their bathroom and make myself presentable, and if they ask I can say you
went upstairs because you weren’t comfortable using their bathroom.” She stood
and ran her hand over his cheek when she saw that he still looked worried. “I
promise, Noah,” she pushed up onto her toes to peck his lips, “it will be fine.
They won’t get home before we get ourselves cleaned up, as long as you get
going.” He nodded reluctantly and Rachel watched him head toward the stairs.
For Puck, getting himself ‘cleaned up’ after had pretty much always meant
getting the hell out of Dodge and going home for a nice, long shower. But that
was before Rachel. With Rachel, he had no desire to run out and leave her
alone. So, he did like she told him to; he went up to her bathroom, grabbed a
washcloth, disposed of the condom while he waited for the water in the sink to
warm up, and then cleaned himself up (throwing a little cold water on his face
afterward for good measure) before pulling his clothes back on. And he was
actually really, really happy to be staying. Until he got back downstairs.
Because when he rounded the corner to the living room, he saw Rachel, also once
again fully clothed and cleaned up, standing in front of the couch, practically
studying it, with her arms wrapped tightly around herself. He could only see
one side of her face, but she certainly didn’t look happy. “Hey babe,” he
cleared his throat and ran his palms down his jeans before stuffing his hands
into his back pockets, “you, uh, you alright?”
Rachel jumped a little then spun when Noah spoke to her, startled by his voice.
“Noah,” she could hear the shakiness of her own voice and she tightened her
arms around herself, “we just had sex on my fathers’ couch!”
It was a night for firsts, and so far, they had all been awesome, but that knot
in Puck’s stomach, nota first he could say he was happy about. “Yeah,” he said
slowly, taking a couple cautious steps into the room, “and just so we’re clear,
the part you’re upset about is …”
“Noah!” She sounded absolutely scandalized. “We did it on. Their. Couch!”
Puck blew out the breath he had been holding since he found Rachel staring at
the spot where he’d just taken her virginity. “Babe,” he spoke soothingly as he
made his way across the room to her to run his hands up and down her arms, “I’m
not gonna lie, I always figured when you were ready you’d let me know and then
I’d plan this big epic thing with candles and shit ‘cause, I mean, that’s not
exactly my thing, but I’d do the romance shit for you ‘cause you deserve that.”
He watched her open her mouth and shook his head to stop her, squeezing his
hands a little around her wrists. “And I know  it’s probably killing you inside
that you broke your ‘World’s Best Daughter’ streak by havin’ sex with me right
here on the same spot where you have Musical Mondays with the Daddies Berry.
But – hey, look at me,” he tipped her chin up when she dropped it to her chest,
“first off, your dads never gotta know anything. Trust me, I’d really prefer it
that way. This doesn’t make you a bad daughter, okay?” He pulled her forward
and kissed the top of her head when she gave him a small nod. “And as far as
the other stuff goes, baby, if that’s what you want,” he dropped his hands to
the small of her back and rubbed small circles as she wrapped her own arms
around his waist, “then ya know, we can do like, a do-over or whatever.” Puck
felt her shaking her head across his chest. “Seriously babe. I’ll come over
when your dads are gone, or you can come by my place, or, hell, I’ll rent a
hotel room if I have to. I’ll do candles, flowers, sappy music, the whole nine
if that’s what you want. Hell, we can even, like,” he dropped his voice and
nearly mumbled the next part, “keep it, ya know, pg until then. If we have to.
If that’s what you want, to make it, ya know, special.”
Rachel pressed a kiss to Noah’s chest over his shirt. She wondered at least
once a week (ok, usually once a day) how she had gone from being the school
freak to having, hands down, the best – and undoubtedly hottest, most badass –
possible boyfriend she could even think of asking for. Really. A few months
earlier, she viewed Noah (no, not Noah, Puck) as a friend, but also as someone
who had frequent and often indiscriminate sex purely for the physical payoff.
(The fact that her stomach twisted every time she watched him flirt with a
Cheerio was something she had chosen to ignore at the time.) But the man
holding her, comforting her, in the middle of her living room was the complete
opposite of that perception. She had just had sex with him, given her virginity
to him, and not only was he still there, but his only concern seemed to be that
she was comfortable, happy, with it all. The sacrifices he was willing to make
for her were quite amazing. “No, Noah. That’s – that’s not necessary. I
couldn’t ask for anything more special. And you’re right,” she rolled her eyes
when she felt Noah pull away to look down at her, “about the couch. I know you
are. It’s just, I’ll never be able to look Dad or Daddy in the eye when they
are sitting on that couch ever again.”
A few minutes later, Puck and Rachel were curled on the couch once more
watching tv and waiting for Rachel’s dads to get home, both hoping they
wouldn’t walk in and instantly know that Puck had just deflowered daddies’
little girl. “Rachel,” he ran his hand through her hair and she snuggled
tighter against him, settling her head against his chest and wrapping her arms
around his waist. “I just want you to know baby, that was …” he trailed off,
not sure how to finish.
“Perfect?” She tilted her head up and smiled at him.
“Yeah. Perfect.” He leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips, burying his
hand in her hair and running his fingers over her scalp.
“I thought we already established that, Noah. Along with the fact that you
should leave the words to me.” Rachel giggled when Noah tugged sharply on a
lock of her hair.
“Yeah. We did. But I just wanted to say it again. And make sure that you know
that I don’t just mean, ya know, physically. Like, it was, it was the best
fuckin’ thing I’ve ever felt, but you know it was more than that, right? It was
more cause it was you.”
Rachel closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of pure Noah
that surrounded her when her head was buried in his chest as it was. There was
quite a lump in her throat, and she knew how silly she would sound if she cried
right then, so she only nodded her head against him. After a few moments, when
she’d collected herself, she told him, “It was the best thing I’ve ever felt
too Noah, in every possible way.”
“Hey,” Rachel started several minutes later during a commercial break, once
they had both calmed down considerably and were no longer jumping at every
little sound, “do you think it’s too late to get Santana a Christmas gift?”
“The fuck?” Puck grabbed Rachel’s shoulder and pulled her away from him so he
could stare down at her, shocked and confused as all hell by that question.
Rachel only shrugged. “She’s just a really good friend.”
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