Title: 8 days of miracles
Author: oh little j
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Spoilers: Up to "Mash-Up"
Summary: Rachel shows Noah that Hanukkah doesn't have to be so bad.
Rated M for dry-humping, lots of bad words, and (a few) derogatory statements.
Author's Note: First thing I've written in almost a year. It's short, smutty, and kind of to the point. This was written in the span of an hour. Puckerman wouldn't leave me alone to sleep, so here it is. I'm going to do all eight days of Hanukkah. Besides, I feel bad for Puck during these festive weeks – he seems so…brooding. Not good for his badassness. I did want to upload this on the eight days of Hanukkah, but my fingers jumped the gun and decided the first would be great. No beta for this, not quite sure if I need one. Constructive criticism is welcome. (: Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own glee, unfortunately, though I'm quite sure if I did – Mark Salling would be too busy with me to be on camera.

Night 1

Noah was not a holiday man. If there was a Jewish Ebenezer Scrooge, then he was it. Not that he hated his religion and all that the eight nights stood for. He loved a good miracle as much as the next devout Jew, but his mother -- for the love of Christ -- had to recount every devastation in the Jewish history as if he hadn't been hearing it every Hanukkah since he was freakin' born. It was enough to watch Schindler's List every three weeks, but living through World War 2 for eight whole days?

He would've rather been strapped to a chair and forced to watch musicals while Kurt exfoliated his skin – whatever the hell that meant.

This year though, when his girlfriend (not really), Rachel Berry, -- yes; the maniacal, bipolar Rachel Leah Berry from glee club -- shows up at his door (how'd she remember where he lives?) and drags him up to his room, he's half convinced Hanukkah might not be so bad…

"So, I know us Jews aren't welcome in the sappy Christmas scene of the mainstream Caucasian, but I had a wonderful idea on how we can spend our holiday." She whispered huskily into his ear as she sat him down in the rolling chair that matched the unused desk in his room.

She was dressed in a long jacket that swallowed her frame up, something from her daddy's closet no doubt, and on her feet a very provocative pair of stiletto heels. Noah had never been that attracted to a woman's feet; he was a breast man himself, but the way her foot arched and calves elongated -- he was more aroused than he had been since their last rendezvous in the changing room of Sears.

She straddles him and it's now he realizes she's lost the jacket, only dressed in a sexy bra and garter set. His mouth waters and his erection shamelessly pops a tent beneath his navy blue sweatpants. His arms encircle her waist and she grinds her damp heat against his. A groan leaves his lips and he faintly wonders why he never noticed her before. Their hips seem to fit together as if was meant to be. Thoughts fleet his mind as she begins rocking her clothed sex against his. His head falls back with his hands on his hips. This feels better than any Saturday afternoon cougar fuck. "Rach, ah." He actually moans this time because she's the one doing him in this time.

Downstairs, his mother and sister can be heard playing with a dreidel and singing Hebrew songs. They're practically ingrained his mind. He could sing along in his sleep. Her tongue flicks out to caress his earlobe and he curses the good Lord above for sending him this sexy, mind (fuckin') blowing girl. He must've done something terribly good in his past life because he sure as hell doesn't deserve it this life. She kisses him then, passionate and warm (like her hugs)(but don't say anything cause Puck sure as hell ain't the huggable/cuddle type...in the daylight), and when she takes his hand and presses it to her barely clothed breast -- he feels as if his prayers have been answered. He's giving it a good squeeze before his fingers are slipping into the cup, rubbing her nipple and biting at her lip. Her hips are still bucking and a warm sensation begins pooling in his stomach. He murmurs out something that closely resembled, "beautiful", but it's lost as his head is guided to her nipple which is immediately sucked into his awaiting mouth.

"A-ah," She strangles out as her head falls back. "Noah."

When her head dips down to suck the area where his neck and collarbone meet, his hips buck violently and his spills his wet seed all in the front of his pants. Rachel had already came twice and cried out for a third time, panties soaked to the max as she fell slack against his body. Noah's mind worked to process what'd just happened as he held her tightly against his body.

Who cared that he could recite his mother's story of Jewish woe and heartache since before he could do multiplication tables?

Or that his (not so much) girlfriend was some deranged escaped Von Trapp child? He got to touch the boob of said escaped Von Trapp child and it was like nothing before...

Maybe Hanukkah was really looking up this year.