His skin immediately prickled as he watched the eyes of every other guy in the bar follow the girl who'd just walked in from the door, to the table, until she plopped down in front of him. Puck gave her a grunt of acknowledgement.

He couldn't blame them for looking. She was hot. The long sleeved black dress she was wearing was short and tight and clung to her body in all the right places and the deep 'V' in the front showcased a perfect set of tits. So yeah, he couldn't blame them for looking, but he sure as hell didn't have to be happy about it.

"Don't be such a caveman. This fits into the category of the proper attire you asked me to wear." Before he could get a word in edgewise, she'd scooted next to him and grabbed the side of his face to pull him in for a kiss. "Hi."

"I didn't know you'd be wearing that," he grumbled, motioning towards the dress (or more accurately, the scrap of fabric) she had on. "Rachel, baby, you're the hottest fucking thing in this place."

"I know. That's why I said I'd meet you here. You'd never let me get out of the house wearing this." She raised her eyebrow, and with a smirk that looked uncannily like one of his own, leaned in for another peck. "However, I don't doubt that you'll still have fun taking it off." She scooted closer to him, closing the small gap of space between them and reached out for the olive in the martini he'd ordered her when he first got there. The toothpick between her teeth in one hand, the other took a hold of his own hand and brought it down to her lap. Instinctually, he cupped her thigh and she scooted his hand further up.

Fuck. Instead of coming into contact with lace, or silk, like he was expecting, he got bare skin. Hot, wet, bare skin. No panties. Rachel wasn't wearing any fucking panties. She chuckled in time with his groan. "You are such a fucking tease."

"I thought you'd like that."

"You're lucky I'm not fucking you right now." Rachel had been working Puck up all day – first with her little show before work, then the texts that were cute at first but gradually become sexier and sexier, and now this. But, if she wanted to play, so could he. Her teasing wasn't for naught and he knew his girl well enough to know that if he was hard, she would be aching.

"Did you have fun today, babe?" he asked, smirking. To anybody watching them he was an attentive husband focusing on his wife. To Rachel, that smirk meant nothing but trouble. Good trouble, trouble that would be undoubtedly pleasurable, but trouble nonetheless. She started to stutter out his name when she felt the pad of his middle and pointer finger stroke her clit.

Her aching, aching clit that had been stiff and begging for attention all day. She let out a low moan at the touch. "Noah!" she hissed, grabbing his hand in an attempt to still his fingers. Despite her teasing of him that day, and as good as it felt (and it felt amazing), she was still Rachel Berry, and she was not some wanton little harlot that let men (even if he was her husband) touch her like that in public places. Any other incidents to the contrary were simply figments of Noah's imagination. "Oh."

Rachel's cry got muffled by Noah's lips covering hers and swallowing his moan. It was borderline criminal how easily he could get her to give in to him. It also didn't hurt that she was halfway convinced to start with. Her grip loosened on his hand (not that it was really that effective anyways) as he switched his attention from circling her clit to skimming his fingers through her folds. Her hips moved with his hand and she spread her legs slightly to accommodate it being there. The smirk he was sporting on his face was both infuriating and sexy, and her reaction to it only seemed to spur him on further.

She was loving it, no matter what she said. And right now, the only thing she was saying was his name. Her little mewls and groans were still the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. "Love you," Puck whispered in her ear before tracing along the shell of it with his tongue. "Spread your legs for me, baby." He didn't wait for her to do it for him. He pushed the leg opposite of his apart with his free hand and gave himself complete access to her. His cock was straining against the material of his dress pants, but his main focus was currently his hand between his wife's leg. He circled her entrance with the tip of his finger and chuckled at the way Rachel's hips bucked into his hand. He would've liked to tease her the way she teased him, but ultimately, given where they were, he didn't have that luxury, and he put Rachel out of his misery with sinking two of his fingers inside of her.

She immediately clenched around his fingers – something that Puck loved and couldn't get enough of, especially when it was his dick slipping inside her. He started a slow rhythm knowing that it wasn't gonna take Rachel much to come and when she did, he didn't want a scene. Well, not at this particular time. He curled his fingers, rubbing the rough patch of muscle inside her, feeling her clamp down even tighter on his fingers. "Come, baby. Now," he instructed, thumbing her clit. She held his fingers like a vicegrip and a gush of wetness signaled to him that she'd came.

A flurry of activity followed after Rachel caught her breath. Immediately, she looked around the bar, horrified, to see if anyone had caught on to what Noah was doing to her under the table. Once she was satisfied that no one saw anything, she grabbed a few napkins to clean herself. Noah, on the other hand, had a devilish look on his face, one that she knew very well, and was content to suck his fingers clean, drawing a moan from her. There was a definite wet spot on both the table and her dress, which she dabbed at with the napkins in a lousy attempt to get them to go away. Noah was just so…Noah about it and didn't seem to care at all. An attitude that seemed to rub off on her for the night. "Five minutes. Meet me in the ladies room."