A/N – Thank you for all the story alerts and reviews! Feeds my little heart!The song is "Paperweight" by Schuyler Fisk and Joshua Radin, from the movie "Dear John". A little more M than the last one, but not too bad. Let me know how you like it! I'll just be in the corner hoping for a Puckleberry moment before the end of the season...may be an impossible hope...
Been up all night
Staring at you
Wondering what's on your mind
I've been this way
With so many before
But this feels like the first time
You want the sunrise
To go back to bed
I want to make you laugh
mess up my bed with me
kick off the covers i'm waiting
every word you say i think
i should write down
don't want to forget come daylight
3 a.m. Rachel Berry turned over restlessly, unable to sleep, even though New York had finally calmed down for the night. She had grown to love this city – it's energy, music, and opportunity. It had become so much a part of her that the pre-morning quiet felt unnatural some nights, even after five years in the city. Her lips quirked, looking over at the sleeping man next to her. He teased her that she just had to keep dancing in her sleep, even after her daily dance class and nightly performance as Mimi in Rent. She pouted just a little – it wasn't fair that he could sleep late mornings after his performances since no one expected musicians to roll out of bed before noon. Her man did though, just so they could share breakfast together before her chaotic day started.
happy to lay here
just happy to be here
i'm happy to know you
play me a song
your newest one
please leave your taste on my tongue
paperweight on my back
cover me like a blanket
There was just enough light coming through to see his naked figure stretched out next to her. A quiet smile curved her lips as she ran her eyes over him, remembering just what that body could do to hers..a smile momentarily echoed in sleepy green eyes as Puck pulled her to him, reveling in the feel of her curves nestled next to him.
"S'up," he asked in a sleep-roughened voice as he settled her butt firmly against him. "Can't sleep?"
Rachel shook her head." Too quiet", she complained softly as she moved against him. She smiled again, remembering the evening they'd shared once they'd both gotten home. A night of laughing, music, and kisses. He'd played her his newest song on his other lady, his guitar, then played her body with an equally expert touch. She could still taste him on her tongue along with the wine they'd drunk. Remembering just how his tongue..and lips..and hands had felt moving all over her, Rachel rotated her hips against him again. Puck began to stir – at least part of him did.
"Rach", he half moaned, half yawned turning her to face him again so his lips could find her again. She moved eagerly under him, gently biting his neck, increasing the pressure as his mouth traveled down her writhing body, breaking away to moan into his ear at the same time a groan escaped from him.
Later, Rachel turned over to slide one leg over Puck. "What are you thinking about?" She asked in a sleep-thickened voice.
Smiling through half-closed eyes, he answered in between soft kisses on her face, "You, babe. About my tiny dancer with the huge voice..the one who owns me, body, soul, and heart. Now go to sleep, darlin'"
And they both drifted off, holding each other in a lovers embrace.
every word you say i think
i should write down
don't want to forget come daylight
and no need to worry
that's wastin' time
and no need to wonder
what's been on my mind
it's you
it's you
it's you...
you made it back
to sleep again
wonder what you're dreaming of
