…Next To Godliness
"Puck, Rachel, Emma's office"
For babs08
Rachel stared down onto the pamphlet on her lap mournfully, wondering how she could have possibly gotten herself in such an unfavorable predicament. Then, she looks to her right and glowers at the uncouth boy at her side whose hands are at rest at the back of his shaved skull and arms outstretched and flexed in a position of relaxation. He cranes his head to hers for a moment and his dimple indents his cheek as that infuriating smirk smoothes across his face. She turns her head in the opposite direction and upturns her nose with an indignant hum at the back of her throat. She looks down and frowns at the brochure entitled, "So, you're sexually active now?"
Puck leans his head back and yawns lethargically, causing Rachel to snap her head towards him in exasperation. He responses to her in kind with a shrug, and crosses his ankles as his boots bobbed rhythmically on the edge of the guidance councilor's desk.
"You really shouldn't do that," Rachel said sagely. "Especially since-" Her cheeks hued considerably, "Well, I'm sure you're aware of the incident I'm referring to."
"Nope," Puck cut out. "Why don't you remind me? Or better yet…" He leered, raking his olive eyes from the crown of her almond curls to the base of her knee-highs. "Why don't you give me another demonstration, Berry?"
Her head snapped forward, attempting to compose herself. "I'd rather vomit."
"And risk Ms. Pillsbury freaking out on us again? Yeah, no way in Hell you're willing to do that." He rolled his eyes when that aghast look came to her face again.
"How can you be so crass about this? Doesn't bother you that an administrator caught us at such an inopportune moment?" Rachel all but shrieked in embarrassment.
Puck gave her a reprimanding stare. "Look Rachel, I don't know about you, but trust me, that had to be one of the hottest things I've done in a long time, and I've done a lot. Besides, if I had just a few more minutes, you wouldn't have cared if Figgins walked in."
She didn't reply to that, knowing that what he was saying was most likely true. Instead, she silently fretted in wait, looking around the very clean office with quaint figurerines that were precisely placed. Exotic leafy plants in each corner that were dusted daily. Her chestnut maple desk shined when the light hit it at the right angle. On the adjacent wall, she saw a white poster with the words Think Nice Clean Thoughts written in script. Puck curled his lip distastefully. It had to be the cleanest place in the entire school, including the cafeteria.
"Man, how freaking anal can you get?"
The future starlet turned to him. "Noah, just because Ms. Pillsbury prefers her office in a tidy orderly manner-"
"Bullshit. She's freaking phobic...I feel like I'm breathing in Lysol here." He raked his hand down his strip of hair and rolled his eyes until they rested on Rachel. Puck smirked, "Come on Berry, when was the last time you did something dirty and unthinkable?"
"The week we went out," Rachel said with a prim smile, fluttering her eyelashes innocently.
Puck growled and turned his head away from hers. "Whatever." Then, he looks to the freshly cleaned desk in front of him and a feral grin appears on his face, "What about yesterday?"
Puck walked around the corner straight to Ms. Pillsbury's glass walled office, and stopped outside of it when he heard Berry going off about…something.
"Ms. Pillsbury, I assure you that I am neither bulimic or in need of psychological treatment! I just happen to have a weak constitution for school lunches and you caught me in a weak moment." Rachel said adamantly, trying to prove to the administrator that she was a normal teenage girl, despite the fact that she was annoying at best. Puck smirked, and shook his head at Rachel's declaration. He opened the door and grinned when Rachel craned her head to see who dared intrude on her dialogue with Ms. Pillsbury, despite the fact that she had done most of the talking. Her ever-growing scowl only brightened his expression.
"Hey, Ms. P, Mr. Schue wants to talk to you in his office," Puck said, nodding his head in the general direction. Ms. Pillsbury sighed in relief as if he had saved her from some filthy torture and nodded, excusing herself from the office gratefully and assuring Rachel that she would return soon. As the redhead passed him by, he looked back at her with a smirk adorning his lips, the unsaid 'psych!' stilling the air. Truth be told, he didn't even know if Schue was still in school, but he had an opportunity to get Berry alone. And he was going for it.
Rachel frowned at this new development, and turned her gaze to the line backer with a depreciating frown. Puck chuckled and languidly entered the room, shutting the door with a click, "So...I've got a proposal, Berry."
Rachel gave him a considering, skeptical glance, craning her head. "You know what a proposition is?"
Puck held his easy smirk: "Bite me, Berry. Do you want to hear it or not?" He waited for her response, prompting her with raised eyebrows. After a defeated sigh, she gestured for him to proceed. "Well, you know how we're not friends?"
"It was so blatantly stated after our break-up, Puck," Rachel replied in an almost bored fashion.
He grinned at her surly expression. "Well, it was true. And what if I don't want to be your 'friend' 'cause let's face it. That friend crap is complete bullshit."
"If you wish to believe that, then I won't deter you." Her eyebrows furrow, "What exactly are you proposing?"
She watches Puck in fascination as he unravels a piece of lined paper from his letterman jacket and holds it in-between his index and middle finger. She reaches for it and he holds it back before waving it teasingly in front of her face. Her almond eyes narrow and he holds it back out within reach. She snatches it before he has a chance to hold it away again. She's unfolding it, holding her gaze with his and then looks down at the wrinkled sheet. Listed in what only could be described as chicken scratch, were various rooms around the school. Mr. Schue's office, the library, the auditorium-a continuous list. At the top was Ms. Pillsbury's room.
She looks up at his engaging face inquiringly. "What is this?"
He rolls his olive eyes, "A list, Berry. A list."
Anger bubbles up within her, "That's obviously apparent. Why did you make a list of all of these locations?"
He shrugs at first, thumbing his letterman collar before popping it, "We're not friends, Berry." He reiterated, "But I figure you're pretty damn desperate after you went all sexed-up to school." He noticed her blush appreciatively and smirked.
"You noticed, did you?" She mumbled softly, averting her shamed gaze.
"Don't get me wrong; you were hot as Hell." Puck says with a cock of his head and Rachel shifts, practically glowing. He steps closer past the chair and their body heat coagulated in the air between them, "But you're still not going to get with Finn."
Her eyes flicker up to his olive ones curiously. Intrigued. "So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying that we can find other way to occupy our time," He murmurs, looking down at her, as their chests are mere inches apart. "Since Huckleberry Finn and Mistress Quinn aren't paying us mind."
She releases the breath she wasn't aware of holding and narrows her almond stare. "What about Santana? I'm sure that if you had proposed this to her, she would've been more than willing now that her interest in you has been renewed."
Rachel knew all about Santana's relationship with Puck prior to their own break-up, which made her feel slightly guilty for initiating it but if she hadn't, they would've continued with their lie, and he would've proudly done it. In a way, her views of him had changed in more than one, but she didn't miss how he had tried to catch Quinn's attention in Glee or the winks he carelessly threw Santana's way in the hall. She was focused on attracting Finn, of course. But she had noticed all the same, even though she shouldn't have.
Puck chuckled humorlessly. "I wouldn't do that bitch again even if she paid me."
"And Quinn?"
"Quinn's got Finn, right?" He asked rhetorically, his letterman jacket practically inhaling her smaller frame as he drew closer. Something within her clenched painfully at the reminder and a moment later, she only just realized how close she and Puck were to one another.
She should've known something like this was going to transpire the second he entered the room. In her eyes, he was a smoldering red blip on her radar: a contaminate to be wary of. And now her mocha eyes were wide from being far too close in a way that was intimate and yet they were not touching. She found herself nodding and agreeing, "Right."
Some way or another, she was backed onto Ms. Pillsbury's desk, and it wasn't until his thumbs with sliding up her inner thighs that she realized what was happening. "We can't do this here!" She whispered harshly, looking past Puck's shoulder through the glass walls of Ms. Pillsbury's office. If anyone were to walk through the entrance right outside Ms. Pillsbury's office, they could be easily seen considering the lack of privacy. Sitting on the councilor's freshly cleansed desk had chilled her skin, but as Puck's nimble hands trailed upwards, a furnace underneath her flesh had warmed her. Something about this felt utterly dirty, and utterly thrilling all at the same time.
"Why not?" Puck mumbled disinterestedly into the crook of her neck, hands already reaching the hilt of her pleated skirt -she found that his light touches left heated trails up her legs and her breath hitched.
"Well, for one, we are in an educational environment and in an administrator's office," Rachel whispered as his lips made contact with neck teeth lightly raking the sensitive skin and tongue trailing in its wake. Her fingers tangled, clutching his letterman's jacket collar and she steadied her breathing. "What if someone sees us?" Her eyes widened worriedly at the thought and she attempted to push him away.
Puck halted his ministrations underneath her skirt and caught her wrists with his hands, not even bothering to remove himself from his position in-between her outspread legs. "That's kind of the point, Berry. Live a little."
"This is living?" She questioned softly, adrenaline running through her veins and flashing lights comparable to golden stars in her eyes as the warmth spread. "Molesting a future starlet in a teacher's office?"
"You're not complaining," Puck commented off-handedly, fingers cajoling the soft material of her panties.
She supposed she wasn't. Then again, as this was the boy she often found herself entangled with in these otherwise questionable situations, she could only think that he needed her to help clean his act up.
Her lacy undergarments were pulled just enough to still be obscured by her skirt but low enough for Puck to expertly maneuver within them. She couldn't seem what he was doing ad frankly, she was better off that way, but the rough pads of his fingertips grazed her delicate folds and she gasped gently, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Acting as lookout, her chin was propped on top of Puck's broad shoulder, inhaling his spicy cologne.
She bit her lower lip in anticipation, lulling her head back as he held her closer, nipping at her earlobe and teasing her aroused entrance, causing her toes to curl within her flats. One of his hands stayed underneath her mini skirt as the other ascended up to her navel underneath her shirt and higher, cupping the padded cover of her bra. She exhaled after a few moments, "Ms. Pillsbury wouldn't appreciate this; this is quite unsanitary."
"Berry, I swear, you're like the only chick I know that'd be thinking about how clean this is." Puck growled out as he slipped a digit past her silky soft entrance and crushed his lips onto hers to suppress the cry. Their lips naturally molded into a steady groove of nipping and sucking, her head lulled back as he towered her and a hand wrapped around her waist to steady the sudden movement. After a moment of adjustment, he allowed the second finger in next to the first and felt her moan hum into his heated mouth. When she felt him by the collar closer, her relinquished his mouth from her swollen lips and smirked, leaning in to whisper savagely in her ear. "I'm Mr. –fucking- Clean."
She giggled at this: "You're not as good looking, No-ah…"
Her words escaped in a breath as Puck pulled out and then extended to the moistened hilt once more before raking through the sensitive nubbin. Her suppressed cry was covered by Puck's nimble tongue, and as her eyes clenched shut, Rachel disregarded the world around her in a crashing wave of euphoria until she heard the sharp audible gasp of Emma Pillsbury.
After much begging and pleading –from Rachel because Puck didn't give a damn- the two were now back at the scene of the aforemented crime with Rachel sitting with her tail in-between her legs like a shameful puppy and Puck mostly indifferent towards the entire thing. Because of his quick thinking, he had made it appear that they were only making out on her desk, which did not assure Ms. Pillsbury in the slightest –but she did reason with them by telling to disinfect every corner of her office in exchange for not reporting the incident to the principle, which appeased Rachel and Puck, even if he didn't want to admit it.
The redhead, tucked a neat curl behind her ear and clasped her hands on top of her clean desk: "So, I wasn't aware that you two had decided to engage in a relationship," She said steadily and paternally, hoping to open up room for discussion despite the tense and awkward circumstances.
Puck rolled his eyes and Rachel answered, "We're not in a relationship."
The older woman's almond eyes widened and she nodded slightly, looking between the two adolescents. "I see…Well, the reason I've called you both in here today is to tell you that if you do decide to engage in those type of activities," She began, gesturing to the pamphlets, "You should use the correct contraceptives. Obviously, you have a bright future ahead of you Rachel and neither of you would want to be burdened by transmitted illnesses or an unplanned pregnancy. I'm sure you know of your classmates, Finn Hudson and Quinn Fabray, and what they're going through.
Puck continued to look out the window and Rachel nodded quietly. They both knew all too well.
"We understand, Ms. Pillsbury." Rachel answered for both of them with a nod. Puck let out a non-committal grunt, which Rachel turned and glared at.
Emma sighed, at odds with internal discomfort at discussing this with children so young. "Well, as long as you both understand that, I suppose we're done here. And make sure to regard your handbook on the rules considering public displays of affection next time," She looked at them pointedly, and Rachel fervently nodded, Puck already rising from his seat.
When they left the office, Rachel fighting off a furious blush from her cheeks, Puck took out the list and crossed off the first destination.
"You are utterly sickening, Noah Puckerman," Rachel said, observing him doing this.
"I'm a damn stud, Berry," He said lethargically. And then his face broke out into a grin, "You're just mad you didn't think of it first."
With a roll of her eyes, she shook her head and sighed. "Well, if that's the case," She said, plucking the list from his hands, "Then I suggest this location next."
Puck looked over her shoulder, smirk widening at the destination she was pointing at. "You sure you can handle that, Berry?"
Rachel halted, looking up at him with the utmost of seriousness. "I think you'll find that I am quite capable when faced with a challenge, Noah."
And then she sauntered off, Puck staring at her retreating back with a slow appreciating nod of his head and a full blown grin.
Rachel Berry was a dirty girl.
A very, very dirty girl.
After many re-writes and much hair pulling, this is what I came up with; hope you enjoyed it babs08! Grace me with a comment or two?
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